"Chet Swearingen had a privileged childhood, but now that he's on his own in college, he's trying to break away from what's expected of him and live a little. He doesn't dare rebel against his parents too much -- they still pay his rent, and the Lexxus he drives is in their name. But their plans for his life after school don't mesh with what he wants to do, so he stays in college hoping to avoid a job like his father's.
Scott Harris was the kind of guy Chet had always wanted and never thought he’d actually have. He's rough around the edges, heavily inked, and works as a tattoo artist in one of the most heavily tattooed cities in the U.S. What Chet doesn't quite understand is the appeal he might offer to a guy like Scott.
Other than the obvious -- frequent booty calls for s*x.
When Scott texts Chet and asks him to stop by the tattoo parlor after hours, Chet assumes it's just to hook up. But Scott's just as interested in filling in the tattoo on Chet's back as he is in filling Chet."
Fillin’ Chet By J.M. Snyder Chet Swearingen turned off Broad down an unlit side street. This wasn’t a part of Richmond he normally visited during the day, let alone at a little after 10:30 on a cold night in February. His car’s heater was turned up full blast, the seat warmer keeping his butt and legs cozy, but a scrim of frost clung to his windshield that the wipers and defrost hadn’t managed to clear away. It was late and cold and, by the looks of things, he was the only person alive in the world. Bad idea, he told himself over and over again. Bad idea, bad idea. On Tuesday nights he took a lecture class at Virginia Commonwealth University downtown. It ended at ten, and he usually headed straight home. But when he checked his cell phone during the break, he found a cryptic text messa