#c:tate

[touchofsomething]

@sunshinexstardust-archive asked for a starter from this

Tate had taken well to his new arrangement with William. Given him enough freedom to not feel trapped and it seemed as if Tate was happy to play by the rules.

Sitting in the large tub William ran a hand down and between Tate's ass, letting his finger touch the other's hole briefly.

"You feel so good" the older man whispered "Have you been practicing with that dildo I gave you?"

[madsdavenpcrt-a]

LOCATION: Main Street WITH:  @coachmitchum​

She had been avoiding Tate like the plague, since she had heard that Kenzie and Tate had gone to the Ball together. Whilst she wouldn’t deny her sister happiness, she wasn’t entirely sure it could be found with Tate Mitchum of all people. But, she also was fairly prepared to kick the coach’s ass if he hurt her younger sister. Stepping out of the clinic on her lunch break, she wasn’t expecting to run into Tate however, and she sighed inwardly. “Tate. Fancy seeing you here.” she replied as politely as she could muster. 

[adrianreeves-blog]

It had been exactly one month, a week, and three days since the last time Adrian had talked to his sister. Not that he was counting. He knew that Thanksgiving had ended on a bad note, but this was the longest he’d gone without hearing from her in a long time. It was stupid, really, that he’d ever considered their relationship might be salvagble. They were too different, especially now. Even family didn’t have to stick around and watch you live your life. Adrian knew that all too well.

So there he was. Back to his old tricks. With everything going on in his sister’s life, he doubted Tate had heard from either, but at least sitting at the bar with Tate was better than nothing. Besides, Adrian needed to feel good. “One shot or two?” he asked, looking at her for a second, lopsided grin plastered on to his lips. “You look nice tonight. Got a big date after you’re done hanging out with me?”

@tategentry​

[adrianreeves-blog]

Adrian was obnoxiously drunk. Somewhere between the shots of vodka with Abi and the mixed drinks he’d been pounding all night, he lost his sanity. There was still an electrifying rage simmering beneath the surface, but he was so far gone at this point that the feeling kept slipping in and out. One second he would be gripping his glass tight as could be, and the next he was taking funny snapchats, trying to coax Abi and Aurora into the frame. Right now, he was mainly focused on trying to send coherent messages to Hailey. His eyes kept crossing, so he had to keep squinting at the bright iphone screen. “I think Hailey’s coming!” he said, his tone finally almost celebratory as he dropped the phone rather carelessly onto the table and looked up at Tate. “Assface is on a ‘business trip’,” Adrian clumsily made exaggerated air quotes. “I bet that means he’s off fucking his secretary. Hailey needs someone to hook up with too.... not that guy, she told me about some guy, kind of, she didn’t tell me everything. Anyway. Look around. Who can we send her home with?” @tategentry

[adrianreeves-blog]

Life Ruiners

After hitting the gym extremely early, Adrian had decided to come back to the apartment for lunch. It gave him an excuse to check on the dogs, plus, Aurora always had better food in the fridge than he could get anywhere else. He was grabbing the treats from the cabinet to give to the dogs (especially Dove, who had succeeded in not biting at his ankles right as he walked through the door) when he heard a knock on the door. Who the fuck was coming over in the middle of the damn day to Aurora’s apartment? Suspicion suddenly filled him, and Adrian dropped the bag of treats on the counter, abandoning them to see who the hell was knocking. He whipped open the door, only to see Tate on the other side. “What do you want?” @tategentry

[adrianreeves-blog]

Mirror Mirror

The house of mirrors sounded like a fantastic idea, at least as Adrian was downing the last of his vodka lemonade. Once inside, it quickly became apparent that it wasn’t his brightest plan. A fun maze of mirrors became his actual hell on earth, and it seemed that there was no way out. He held out his arms, bumping into the glass to see what was real and what wasn’t. Normally he wasn’t a claustrophobic person, but the urgency of it all was starting to get to him. Tipsy nerves on edge, Adrian whipped his head to the side at the sound of footsteps, suddenly wondering if this was also a haunted house. He squinted in the pale purple and blow lights, trying to make out the figure that was approaching him. When the person drew closer, Adrian breathed a sigh of relief, reaching a hand up to run his fingers through his blonde locks. “Jesus christ, Tate, I thought you were a clown.” @tategentry

[adrianreeves-blog]

It was the first time Adrian had been back in the Gentry’s Cafe since his temper tantrum. Everything was normal now, no shards of heavy ceramic plates scattered on the floor, the hole that he’d punched in the wall skillfully covered. There was one customer, a middle aged brunette woman with a terrible shade of lipstick on, that kept shooting Adrian long, angry stares. At first the blonde had tried to ignore them, but now he was almost amused, looking over his shoulder every so often and giving the annoying woman a little wave. He wondered if she had been in the cafe the day he’d gone hulk on it - maybe she was the idiot who decided to report it.

Looking back at Tate, Adrian grinned smugly, “I think that woman remembers me. Maybe I should go and say hello.” @tategentry

[adrianreeves-blog]

Three’s a Crowd

The downside of Aurora and Adrian staying at his apartment was that Adrian hadn’t been to the grocery store to get himself food in well over two weeks now. Between staying at her place and being busy with work, he just hadn’t thought about it. Now he was hungry, and most certainly too tired to traipse all the way over to the supermarket, so eating out would have to do. He’d be lying if he said he picked Tate’s family’s cafe just for the food. He wanted to see Tate - and bother her about whatever guy she’d been texting him about during the storm. While he didn’t love the idea of Tate with anyone else, he also thought that if she was seeing someone else, maybe he would finally stop seeing her as a backup option. Adrian walked and and went right up to the counter, spotting the dark haired girl he’d known since he was a kid. “Helllloooo, can I get a seat here?” he asked jokingly, waiting for her to turn around. He was too caught up in his own agenda to remember that his loose tee-shirt most certainly did not cover the hickies Aurora had left on him during their reunion.  @tategentry