#topherstarter

This was perhaps his favorite part of his routes.. Asher thought to himself as he lazily made his way around the small shack. Asher had been of almost no help to Topher, other than helping life and move a handful of things, however he didn't know an inkling of planting or growing. He had absolutely no green thumb, and deferred to Topher's clear talent in the field. Then again, he hadn't come here to plant things, he hadn't even really come here to trade that much. Though, it was the guise with which he'd set foot into the country club. He usually ended up giving Topher things at a ridiculous discount, or at times for free if they weren't necessary to his own camp.

What he came here for, though, it was the way the young man reacted to him. Unlike so many in his life now, in this town, Topher was an absolute saint. Mild mannered and kind and incredibly.. incredibly adorable when he blushed. It was a flame that stoked Asher's ego.. and his libido, and it had easily become an addiction he wasn't willing to quit anytime soon. What was the harm, after all? It wasn't as if the slew of compliments he rained upon Topher were lies.. the affection and fondness he felt for the young man were.. surprisingly genuine.

As he followed Topher into the shack, he flashed the young man a bright smile. "See now, I can't imagine how you manage to do all of this.. manual labor with such a heavy shirt like that on.. I mean if you're keeping your modesty for my sake, I can promise you that isn't necessary." His accent was heavy, but the honeyed tone was even heavier as he moved beside Topher, leaning down against a table over crossed arms and watching the young man work.

Lucas hadn't been in Cheyenne for a week before he'd found himself once more established as leader of one of the camps here. Though this place was different entirely.. and far more of a challenge to keep guarded and protected. The camp itself was compact, closer quarters than his last camp and considerably fewer people, but the land itself stretched out for acres and acres. Though it provided a hell of a difficulty to defend, Lucas could already see the possibility there. Not only with the land. But with at least one member.

On his way in, Lucas had barely caught sight of the young man with his thatch of lighter curly hair and friendly smile, but what he had caught was the greenery that surrounded him. Lush and vibrant and healthy, and Lucas had been raised around enough farmers to know when someone had talent.

As he got himself situated in the room he'd claimed, he heard the slight scuff of footprints coming from the doorway and glanced up. ".. Topher, right?" He spoke. Something about his voice was sharp and commanding as the marine straightened and sat down the pack he'd been sorting through. "Got a minute?"