Proper summary cuz the character limit on here is just a tad stifling: Roy Winters is the cashier of Miss Ivy's Botany and has a thing for some of Miss Ivy's regulars. When one of them catches him staring, Roy gets exactly what he's been wanting for awhile.
It was early morning in the downtown area of Silverstream where an unassuming plant shop sat just off the main shopping strip of the area. The shop, Miss Ivy's Botany, didn't see regular business and yet never had any trouble making the monthly rent payments for it's spot. This was because the owner, Miss Ivy Winters, didn't run her business quite as legitimately as was legal.
Miss Ivy grew all the regular sorts of plants one would expect to find in a plant shop, her specialty being, funnily enough, ivies, but she also grew less conventional plants in a sectioned off part of the shop. Every now and again, anyone from a shady character to a spiffy businessperson could be seen disappearing beyond a curtain in a doorway with Miss Ivy as her son, Roy Winters, manned the counter on the off chance that an actual customer came in.
These people left with anything from special herbs to special mushrooms and paid enough for those items for Miss Ivy to pay for the rent on her store as well as live quite comfortably in the upstairs area that acted as her and Roy's home. Roy knew about his mother's illegal dealings, having acted as her cashier since he was just a boy, but didn't care. Miss Ivy had plucked him off the street so many years ago and given him a home; they weren't blood, but Miss Ivy treated him like it and, though she had her quirks, Roy loved her like she was his birth mother.
Currently Miss Ivy was in the back with her most frequent customer, a very rich, very handsome, in Roy's opinion, man named Cyrus Fears. From what Roy had gathered from overhearing, eavesdropping, on Mr. Fears and his assistant's, a man named Vincent Laurence, also quite handsome, conversations, Mr. Fears owned a club of some sort. If the limo he always arrived in and the suits he was always wearing were any indication, the club Mr. Fears owned was very lucrative.
While Mr. Fears and his mother were in the back conducting business, Roy was up front manning the register and Vincent was waiting beside the curtain. Every now and again Roy would steal a glance at Vincent, having been attracted to him and his boss for as long as he'd known he liked men, older men specifically. As Vincent pulled out his phone, Roy took the opportunity to really feast his eyes on the well-dressed man with his subtly dangerous aura.
Feeling like he was being watched, Vincent glanced over just in time to catch Roy quickly averting his eyes. If the flush on his cheeks and embarrassed look on his face was any indication, Roy had been staring. "See something you like, kid?" Vincent asked, tucking his phone away and walking away from the curtain that led to the backroom before sliding behind the counter with Roy.
Eyes widening at Vincent suddenly being so close, Roy backed himself into the wall. "You aren't supposed to be back here, Mr. Laurence." He said softly, blush darkening as Vincent came closer, getting up in his bubble and blocking off any escape that didn't involve clambering unceremoniously over the counter.
"You gonna make me leave?" Vincent practically growled, smirking in clear pleasure at Roy's discomfort.
Gulping, Roy shook his head. "No, sir." He replied quietly, shrinking a bit as Vincent placed his hand on the wall beside his head and leaned forward.
"Now answer my question, kid. You were starin' at me. See somethin' you like?" Vincent repeated, drinking in how flustered Roy was becoming. He'd always had a feeling the kid was gay and the last few visits, no doubt because Roy had recently turned 20, the feeling had gotten stronger as he'd often catch him eyeing himself or his boss hungrily when they stopped by. Mr. Fears was going to be awhile in the back with Miss Ivy this time around and the shop seemed as dead as always, so it seemed like the perfect time to finally pick on Roy; he'd been dying to for awhile.
"Yes, sir." Roy answered softly, swallowing nervously as Vincent leaned in closer still and whispered in his ear.
"Why don't you get down on your knees and show me what exactly it is that you like." It wasn't a request so much as a demand but Vincent had the sneaking suspicion that that's what Roy was into, the younger man having "sub" written all over him.
