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 sex.
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.