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maverickrojas · 9 days ago

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TEXTING: RORY

Maverick: Why happy birthday, Rory! Hope you have a mighty day.

#texts: rory #ft. rory

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maverickrojas · 1 month ago

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@maverickrojas: My oh my, I’m blushing!

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The sun comes out, a golden huzzar, from his tent, flashing his helm on the world.

- Herman Melville.

#insta: wardo #ft. wardo

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maverickrojas · 1 month ago

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@maverickrojas: Crazy proud of ya!

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POV: You’re watching me bomb my segment of the Fales presentation for the second year in a row. 📸 credit: @ivy.rogers

#insta: wardo #ft. wardo

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maverickrojas · 1 month ago

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TEXTING: BEN

Maverick: Wishing you the happiest of birthdays, sweetheart!

#texts: ben #ft. ben

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maverickrojas · 1 month ago

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@maverickrojas: What a beautiful picture, Marley! You look fantastic!

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calling this one the andie anderson

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maverickrojas · 1 month ago

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@maverickrojas: Mighty handsome!!!!!

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was taking photos for jenna’s birthday coming up and kit said the photographer needed a picture too. you can probably tell I wasn’t ready for it!

#insta: simon #ft. simon

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maverickrojas · 1 month ago

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@maverickrojas: What a sweet post! Y'all are just too cute.

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“I give you my heart,

a safe house.

I give you promises other than

milk, honey, liberty.

I assume you will always

be a free man with a dream.

In america.”

- Essex Hemphill

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maverickrojas · 1 month ago

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@maverickrojas: Lovely!

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Breakfast 🙂

#insta: wardo #ft. wardo

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maverickrojas · 2 months ago

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Maverick Rojas was riding a high he thought he might never come down from.

It was all very juvenile, really. One simple, throwaway comment and his mind had run rampant with false implications that would never come to any fruition. It was a little insulting to Rafferty, truth be told, and Mav knew he should feel a little guilty for the wicked ways of his imagination. All the same, a brief subway ride, a few fleeting touches, careful smile and a couple of offhand remarks that it could be worse and that this is fine, and Maverick had let his mind run wild. Not that the other scenario Rafferty had offered up sounded particularly favourable, but the smiley Texan felt giddy all the same.

Whatever school boy crush he was harbouring on Rafferty was perfectly innocent. He knew there was no real weight to the other man’s words, just as he knew he shouldn’t apply misplaced meaning to the way he’d tightened his grip on the sleeve of Maverick’s jacket and pulled him along behind him. But minds were a funny, fickle thing. No matter how often he told himself not to be so giddy, his tummy still fizzed and his cheeks still flushed.

The walk to Rafferty’s was nice. Mostly quiet, with Mav stealing careful glances at the other man as they walked in tandem. He enjoyed watching Rafferty when he wasn’t paying attention – which, to be fair, was pretty often. He could have never guessed he’d be walking back to Raff’s now, given how little he thought the other man paid him any mind on a regular night. All the same, getting to watch him was a privilege. He adored the way Raff’s curls sat perfectly atop his head, simultaneously unruly and perfectly tamed, rogue strands spilling across his forehead. The other man was beautiful, effortlessly so.

“Aw, heck, I’m sure she’ll be thrilled to see you’re back home nice an’ early for the big countdown,” Maverick countered, offering his friend a warm smile.

He knew he would be. The idea of a man like Rafferty coming home to him made him feel dizzy with delight. He needed to get his head back on straight and quit daydreaming.

Maverick stepped through Rafferty’s doorway and immediately felt a pang in his heart. He didn’t know Helen at all – he’d only ever heard of her fleetingly, passing comments from Rafferty or biting remarks made by Ivy – but he suddenly felt like an intruder in her home. It didn’t seem like she was in, not just yet, but he wondered if she’d mind the presence of some wayward straggler on such a big night of the year? He supposed if Rafferty loved her – enough to marry her, at the very least – that maybe she’d be just as hospitable as her husband was being right now.

“All fine and dandy with me!” Maverick nodded, reassuring him. “Helen sure keeps a lovely home, huh? And you, of course.”

He pitched his voice up a little as he fought to regain his composure, nerves getting the better of him. He wondered if Rafferty thought he was being odd. He surely hoped not, but he’d always been a little too eccentric for most people. Maybe now that they were away from the comfort and familiarity of The Black Dog, Raff would recognise his error and realised he’d invited a veritable stranger into his home. Maybe he’d wonder what he’d done to be stuck with Mav yapping his hear off all night instead of being blessed by the company of his loving wife.

“A drink would be mighty nice, thank you,” Maverick agreed, feeling sheepish. Maybe something a little stronger than water might help calm his nerves. He sure did hate to make such a nuisance of himself.

Having discarded of his coat on a hook, he wandered aimlessly into the living room while Rafferty disappeared towards what he could only assume was the kitchen. He was disappointed to note that photographs seemed few and far between across their mantelpiece, the ones that did exist seeming to bear no sign of Rafferty at all. Instead, he wandered along to the window instead, staring out at the night’s sky, wondering if he’d be able to catch a view of any of the impending firework’s displays.

“I bet that sky’s gonna be lit up real pretty soon, huh? Maybe we could watch together?” Maverick found himself asking as Raff slipped back into the room, the words out before he could stop them.

The brush of Mav’s hand against his was a fleeting, terrible thing. It was quick and accidental and it should have meant nothing, but for Raff it felt like getting a shock from a livewire.

Ever since leaving Jack behind in Wyoming, Raff had thought that maybe his body had forgotten what it was like to want. It was proving him wrong right now, reacting like that to contact with a man with dimples and a Southern drawl, as if he’d never been touched before. He shoved his hands deep into his pockets, eyes trained on the subway steps in front of them as they descended down them to the breezy platform. Maverick continued to smile, blissfully ignorant to the fact that what was a throwaway touch for him was something that would replay in Raff’s mind long after they got home. Like a melody that scratched at the back of his head that he was unable to let fully form, no lyrics to put to it just yet.

The train quickly thundered through and pulled to a screeching halt, New Yorkers pushing and pulling from all sides as Raff and Mav were bundled into the carriage alongside the crowd.

It took him longer than he was proud of to realise how close he was to Mav. Pressed chest-to-chest with the other man, Raff once again felt like he was standing on the edge of something dangerous.

Maverick was so close he could smell the faint trace of the other man’s cologne, something clean and woodsy that made Raff feel dizzy in a way that had nothing to do with the lurch of the train underfoot, all the while reminding him of dry summers in Wyoming and the smokey scent of wildfire. The carriage swayed and jolted as it trundled underneath Manhattan and with every bump, their thighs brushed. Raff was hyper aware of every point of contact and wondered if this was what it felt like to be on the very edge of a stroke. He could feel Mav’s warm breath ghost across his chin and could see each and every one of the smattering of freckles that crawled across the bridge of Maverick’s nose.

The proximity felt like a fucking minefield, like he was in danger of being blown up any second now. Aware that he was staring, he quickly cleared his throat.

“Yeah, well, welcome to the MTA,” he told Mav, sniffing a little. “If you’re not assaulted by a stranger’s elbow, are you really on New York public transit?”

His comment was made a little pointed by the guy behind him whose every limb seemed to be pressing into Raff’s spine. He would have said something a little louder, but the guy was also carrying a live chicken and that was the kind of New Yorker you just didn’t bother trying to reason with. He pulled a face as it squawked at him, wrinkling his nose. God, he fucking hated this city.

He glanced back towards Maverick, or rather the grimy, peeling subway map above his shoulder. It was easier for him not to make direct eye contact right now.

“Guess I’ve been in worse situations,” he muttered. “One time I was stuck between a Santa Claus and a guy throwing up into his own hands. This… this is fine.”

He offered Mav a small smile but was relieved when they eventually reached their stop. His fingers twisted into the sleeve of Mav’s jacket as he pulled them off the train and up towards the chilly air of Brooklyn in December.

The night was alive in that thrumming way it only ever was on New Year’s Eve. Fairy lights twinkled in the windows of brownstones as they walked by, accompanied by the distant crackle of fireworks that were being let off early. It could be nice, comfortable even, if Raff’s stomach didn’t give a tug of apprehension the closer they got to the walk-up he shared with Helen.

“Uh, head’s up,” he said to Maverick, guilt scratching at his voice. “Don’t take it personal if Helen isn’t thrilled to see you. Or me, really.”

He shoved his key into the lock and twisted the doorknob, ushering Mav inside and suddenly feeling more than a little self-conscious about the idea of the other man stepping into his drab home, cold in a way that had nothing to do with the temperature.

“Helen?” he called out, only to be met with an echoing silence.

He closed the door softly behind them, tugging his scarf off and draping it on one of the coat hooks by the wall, gesturing with a flick of his hand to let Mav know he could do the same.

“She uh, might not be in,” he muttered, flicking on the living room light. “Couch is a pull out, if you’re alright with that?”

He hesitated in the doorway, suddenly feeling like his skin was too tight to stay in.

“Can I… get you a drink or something?” he asked awkwardly, wondering if it would be better if Helen was here. Her plain hatred for Raff might actually be a comfortable buffer for whatever he was feeling right now, alone with Maverick.