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CH 11.
Fine? Marc was anything but fine. How could he be after what he saw? He wasn't even sure if he slept last night. But he must have. One moment he had dove back under the covers hugging Ken, the next he jolted up from bed. What he had seen last night was inhuman. Which made sense, Trevor wasn't human. Marc knew it logically but being confronted with reality shocked him. Cowmen were so human-like it was just too easy to forget.
But those glowing brown eyes shook Marc to the core. The way Trevor's muscles grew was so strange. Fear had taken root deep inside Marc's body during that moment. Yet through it all Marc couldn't help but find it somewhat hot. He knew he had problems but nothing like this.
Despite all that, there was another reason Marc had to rush out of the room last night. That reason gnawed at him, unwavering and creating a hole in his heart.
Ken was already gone, probably to breakfast. The fear Marc had last night was gone. When Marc finally got up and looked out the window. Nothing but gray cloudy skies. A downpour was on its way.
Marc walked out of his bedroom onto the second-floor hallway. He could hear voices from down below. Peering over the banister he could see Ken and Uncle T, having a discussion with the newly shifted Trevor.
Marc took a deep breath and walked towards the stairs.
"Morning sleepy head," Uncle T let out a wide smile. Ken and Trevor's heads turned to rest their eyes on Marc. Now stuck on the stairs Marc was the center of attention.
Uncle T dragged Trevor forward. Trevor was wearing oversized clothes. Dress pants that were hung poorly by a belt. A dress shirt with unfastened top buttons. Topping it all off was a pair of fuzzy bunny slippers.
Trevor's chest on display meant Marc could now see the light hair that had grown on Trevor's pecs.
"See how big he is!" Uncle T lightly squeezed a bicep while Trevor blushed. At that Marc had to agree Trevor was now a hot college kid that couldn't be found just anywhere.
As Marc stepped onto the first floor Uncle T pulled him aside, while Ken started throwing questions about shifting at Trevor. Trevor made eye contact with Marc. He had something to say, but it would have to wait.
"So, Trevor's shift?" Uncle T started.
Marc winced he could feel a lecture coming on. He had snuck out at night and technically shouldn't have even witnessed it. Surely Uncle T was prepared to chain Marc to the bed at night.
"Can you believe he grew so much?"
Wait. Huh? Marc thought. Did no one tell Uncle T about him seeing Trevor shift Last night. If not, that meant that Trevor and Ayden had kept his secret. Possibly Dru and Sheila if they had been lucid enough last night. Even with how badly he acted, Marc knew he'd have to thank them especially Ayden.
"Really, Amazing work Marc!" Uncle T patted Marc on the back.
"What are you talking about? I didn't do anything. If anything, he got big because you always have so much food here."
Uncle T with a knowing grin shook his head. "Do you remember one of the first things I told you about Cowmen. They grow with love." He pointed over to Trevor. "That's the result of your love."
Marc didn't say anything. He had forgotten that little tidbit about Cowmen. He was 16 what was he supposed to think about `love' helping creatures grow.
"Uncle T, what do you mean by love? How did I do anything."
"Well for starter's it doesn't have to mean romantic love. Love comes in many forms." Uncle T gave Marc a sympathetic look. He was letting Marc off the hook about his feelings. He had an inkling about Marc and his charges but wasn't going to drag it out of his poor nephew. "Even if a cowman was given the best diet but treated terribly growing up, their shifted forms aren't much to swoon over."
"I see." Marc watched as Trevor's body moved under his clothes. He averted his gaze so he wouldn't be caught staring.
Uncle T scanned Trevor from afar. "Damn, Marc. He's probably as big as Ayden. Maybe a bit bigger."
A quick flash of lighting then, thunder rocked the sky, yet no rain came down.
At hearing Ayden's name Marc wanted to throw up. The image from last night came to his head. Ayden's head being shoved into the floor. His uncle's last statement did catch his attention though, "He's as big as Ayden?"
"I think so, won't know until we evaluate them."
"Evaluate?"
"Oh. That's right It'll be your first time with us. Wow, you've become such a welcome presence I forget you're new to this. At the end of the month we basically do health check-ups on our shifted Cowmen. To make sure they adjusted well. Then, we compare them to each other for business purposes. We try not to tell the Cowmen to avoid feelings of inadequacy, but people gossip, and word always gets out."
"Always?"
"A worker well blab, I might slip up. Heck even you could say something completely harmless and the Cowmen can decipher it. You'll see. Happens at the end of every month. Of course, we didn't have any Cowmen in June, but July is going to be interesting especially with Ayden and Trevor in the same month."
Marc gulped he didn't want to ask this question, but he had to know. "Do you know what happened when Trevor shifted?"
Uncle T shook his head. "Trevor came and told me Ayden found him passed out with Sheila and Dru. "The Farmer placed a hand under his chin, "A bit strange that Trevor came to me himself if Ayden was the one that found him."
Marc held his breath. Uncle T sure was a sharp one. Ayden had also been in the orgy, but Trevor told a different version. Why? It was obvious to Marc; Ayden couldn't come because he was likely the one still passed out.
Uncle T winked at Marc, "Maybe you can find out the truth when you go shopping later."
At that Marc raised an eyebrow, "What are you taking about? I'm not going anywhere."
"It's customary for a worker to take their respective Cowmen out for new clothes after a shift."
"Huh?"
"Basically, you're going to take Trevor to get new clothes. He's your responsibility."
"But, don't you have spare clothes here?"
Uncle T sighed, putting a hand on Marc's shoulder, "How could we possibly stockpile clothes if we don't know how a shift will affect each Cowmen? Also, everyone has their own clothing style." Then Uncle T removed his hand, turning towards Trevor, "but, we do have clothes for one outfit after a shift."
"What about the rain though?" Marc whined.
Uncle T waved his hand brushing the question aside. "Don't worry it's not supposed to rain till this afternoon.
Marc sucked his teeth. He didn't have any more reasons to avoid going shopping with Trevor. Explaining to his uncle what he saw was out of the question unless he wanted to get in trouble. Marc decided the best thing to do would be to suck it up. He had got himself into this situation and only he could solve it.
An hour later, after Marc had eaten breakfast and Trevor had got new clothes, Uncle T stuffed them into his pickup truck. He even extended the invitation, asking Ken to tag along.
Marc and his uncle sat in the front while Trevor and Ken took the back. Uncle T started talking about the history of the town, but Marc couldn't be bother instead he let his eyes drift to the rear-view mirror. He could see Ken and Trevor in the reflection. Trevor was wearing a white T shirt and a pair of plain blue jeans. Hard to believe a day ago Trevor and Ken had similar builds. Now Trevor could pass for Ken's older brother. Marc caught Trevor's eyes staring back at him and Marc averted his gaze.
The town came into sight. Mouth agape Marc wondered if it could be called a town at all. It was incredibly small.
"That's it?" Marc studied the perimeter. He estimated he could walk the entire thing in an hour.
Uncle T kept his eyes on the road, "Marc, you're already in the town--my Farm is in town. This is the downtown area."
"Looks like an oversized shopping center."
"No, not at all," Uncle T made a left, bringing his boys into the heart of the city. "This is the town square, from here you can get to any store."
The town square was a small park. There was a playground, a picnic area, trees scattered about, and a gazebo in the middle. Marc thought it'd make a nice place to be on a sunny day.
Uncle T let Ken and Trevor out of the truck, but asked Marc to wait. "I want you to have a good time too. When's the last time you left the Farm? Heck, take those boys to a movie."
"Aren't we getting clothes?" Marc asked.
"Don't forget the clothes, but feel free to do other things while you're here. Enjoy the day."
Marc turned his view toward the gray clouds above.
"Also let them pick out clothes, but make sure you chose some for them too."
"Why?" Marc wanted to ask why he had to pick anything out for Trevor.
"This day is for all of you guys. Spending time together, buying clothes, eating out, it's all things that strengthen relationships. Once a cowman has shifted it doesn't mean we stop caring. This is a way to show that."
"We do this for others?"
"Of course, we do! Not always here sometimes the town over. Different workers took, Ayden, Dru, Lyla, and Sheila out after their shifts as well."
"They never said anything to me about that." Marc mumbled. He looked over to where Ken and Trevor where standing.
"That's because it was a private affair Marc. If they didn't want to tell you that's up to them."
"I see." Marc replied he didn't know what to think.
"Here, it's all on the Farm. Don't go crazy though." Uncle T shoved a wad of cash and a credit card into Marc's hand.
Marc got out of the truck and watched as Uncle T waved to the two Cowmen before pulling off. The info Marc had received left him wondering. If Ayden and the others were brought here, did that mean they had workers they were close to? It had to mean that. Sure, they were relatively new but not that much different from Ken and Trevor. There were enough workers that each could easily be in charge of overseeing the growth of 5 Cowmen.
Maybe Marc had lucked out with two. Still Marc couldn't help thinking back to last night. He shook his head. He needed to get that out of his mind.
"What do you guys want to do first? My uncle gave us free range to do anything."
The two boys weren't even listening to Marc. They were much more interested in looking around the park. One corner had a picnic area and another corner had playground area.
Marc stared at the wonder that danced across the young males faces.
"Let's go see a movie!" Ken shouted bouncing towards Marc.
Trevor shoved his hands into his pockets and strolled up on the other side of Marc "I second that."
Marc ran his hand down his face and groaned, "Okay we can go see showtimes and if one works, we can see ONE." He held up a finger stressing that he would not be swayed.
"Afterwards we should go to a restaurant. That's something people do right?" Trevor used his elbows to nudge Marc. Marc stepped away and started walking ahead. Trevor and Ken made eye contact. Ken shot a curious glance between his companions, but Trevor just shrugged and walked behind Marc leaving a wide berth.
The local cinema wasn't hard to find at all. It was the building with movie posters. Trevor and Ken examined all the movies that were out and up and coming. There were a few summer blockbusters as expected and even a few small indie films.
"I want to see this one!" Ken had grabbed Marc and pulled him over to one of the posters.
"Yeah that looks cool!" Trevor said no hint of irony at all.
Marc gave looks to his charges. The movie they had chosen, was a bit- It was a kid's movie. Family movie. If Marc was being generous. Ken and Trevor were oblivious to what Marc wanted to point out.
"Guys have you ever been to see a movie?" It was a dumb question. Marc realized it after the words left his mouth. It wasn't like he'd talk about their upbringings before. They knew what movies were but seeing them in a theater was probably not the priority of their former farms. "Let's see it!" Marc tried to backtrack quickly returning to see the showtimes. "There's a showing in an hour. We can eat lunch until then."
The café in the town's square was quaint. That was the only word for it. With its vibrant pastel colors and outside seating area across from the park, who could resist? Against Marc wishes the two Cowmen outvoted him to sit outside. Even with rain on the horizon his companions would not be deterred. Marc could see the rest of his afternoon playing out like that. He was stuck with two oversized children, and one he didn't want to be around.
After the trio ordered food, Trevor asked Marc a mundane question. Marc answered rather curtly and pulled out his cell phone and began playing a mobile game. Marc knew it was rude, but he needed to distract himself.
"Oh my god no way!" A voice cut through Marc's concentration. He searched for the source and saw a girl approaching. On a cloudy day with not a lot of people out the girl was the only viable option. As the voice got closer Marc could finally make out who it was.
"Heather?" Marc got up and gave the girl a hug, "What are you doing here?"
Heather rolled her eyes. "Marc, this is the only area in town where people a can hang out." She was wearing an opened flannel shirt with a gray t-shirt, jeans, boots and a backwards baseball cap.
Marc was shocked. This was what she went out in? Not that it was bad ,but such a stark contrast from her birthday outfit. Her party personality was a trip.
"Who are you meeting out here?" Ken asked.
"Just some friends." Heather sat beside Trevor and divulged that her friends were going to go shopping, but in actuality it was an excuse to talk about how the popular high school couple broke up. Apparently, the typical female cheerleader had been caught cheating with her boyfriend's best friend. Turns out the boyfriend, an athlete, had also been sleeping with his best friend.
"Why don't they just fuck each other and get over it." Trevor threw in.
"Maybe they don't all like each other? Or maybe someone likes another person less," Marc cut in dismissing Trevor.
"What do you think, Heather?" Ken asked leaning forward in his chair.
Heather looked around the table to see all eyes on her. "I think if they want to make up, they have to talk about it. It won't do any good to ignore it."
Marc winced.
Two lighting flashes occurred, the sky crackled with the sounds of thunder, but still no rain.
Heather glanced at the sky and smiled after no water came down. "Today isn't the best, but why are you guys here?"
"I have to take these two shopping." Marc said.
Heather nodded her head. "Ah, I figured as much."
Marc raised an eyebrow, "How so?"
Heather laughed, "For starters, your uncle's workers have been coming to town way before you lived here. I'm used to seeing newly shifted Cowmen walking around in this outfit." She pointed towards Trevor.
"Yeah, but I bet none of them looked as good as me." Trevor flexed his left bicep, causing it to stretch the sleeve's material.
"Maybe so," She turned her attention to Ken, "but it is rare to see just one cowman that's shifted. Usually there's 5 or 6. Any less would be a waste of gas."
Marc waved his hand dismissively, "I don't know about all that, but we took my Uncle's truck because it was just these two."
Heather rested her head in her hands, "I get it. My dad did the same thing to me. Maybe your uncle and my dad are trading information."
Marc processed what she had said. Did she catch it? "What do you mean?"
"I'm just saying your uncle is slowly integrating you."
"Like your dad did for you?" Marc inquired.
"Yeah."
Marc clasped his hands, "You are raising Cowmen."
Heather cocked her head to the side confused as to what made Marc so excited. "What, no we raise..." Her eyes went wide. She still hadn't told Marc what her family's farm did. A smile formed on her face. "I see what you tried to do there. Nice try, but no we don't have Cowmen."
Marc sunk into his chair; he was so close to learning what was on Heather's farm. She'd been so relaxed she almost revealed it herself.
The food came soon after and instead of departing Heather decided to join them. She said she'd catch up with her friends later.
"Are you sure that's okay?" Marc didn't want her to miss out. He knew if he was back home, he'd be with his friends.
"I hang out with the same people, every weekend. I think it's fine if I take one day off to do something els. Besides this might be the last time I catch you out here. Who else is going to ruin your experience if not me?"
Marc pretended to be offended at the joke, but on the inside he was relieved. Heather provided another person to talk to while out on the town. She was also a buffer between him and Trevor.
After lunch, the group made their way back to the cinema. Ken and Marc were both on the ends while Trevor and Heather took the middle. Heather was blatantly flirting with Trevor: Touching his arm, Oohing and awing over his body. She kept stealing looks at Marc to see if he was paying attention. Marc huffed and strolled forward.
Marc got some satisfaction when Heather was shown the movie they'd be watching. The way her face fell said it all. Marc busted out laughing while Ken and Trevor stood confused.
Marc and Heather were subjected to sitting in the theater for an hour and a half. Surprisingly, the movie wasn't bad as it appeared. The plot involved characters getting involved in terrifying situations. The movie pretended to be an anthology, but it was revealed all the stories were connected. In the end, all the main characters teamed up to defeat the evil plaguing the town.
"Did you like the movie, Marc?" Trevor asked when the credits started rolling.
"It was good." Marc said curtly, getting up.
While the Four exited the theater, Marc made sure to get ahead of the group. Heather sped up and fell in line with him.
"Hey, let's talk," She whispered.
They got to the clothing store and she let the two Cowmen enter while Marc and she remained outside. She didn't want anyone to overhear them.
"What's going on with you?"
"Nothing," Marc leaned against the clothing store's window.
"Was it what I did? I'm sorry Marc. I was just trying to get you to make a move, Trevor's not going to wait around forever." She took a deep breath and took off her hat." Regardless, I realize now it was in bad taste. Especially, after you asked me not to do that at your birthday party." Heather put her cap back on and stuck put her face. "Go ahead hit me."
"What?" Marc jerked back.
Heather grabbed his hand "You're mad at me, right? It'll feel better if you let those feelings out. You clearly don't want to talk so hitting me might cause you some relief. Trust me it's better than you confronting me later calling me a slut or something."
Marc pulled his hand back, "I not going to hit a girl."
"Oh, you think I can't take a hit," Heather spread her arms open, daring Marc to come at her.
"I know you can take a hit. I know you can give one too. I was your childhood victim remember?" Marc leaned off the window and stepped close to Heather. "I'm not mad at you. I know what you were trying to do earlier. I just wasn't in the mood to play along."
Heather placed her hand under her chin, "If it wasn't me. I guess you're mad at one of those Adonis in there?" She nodded toward Ken and Trevor.
Marc didn't answer and she continued speaking. "And judging by your actions I'd say it's our tall Brazilian friend."
Marc didn't make Eye contact.
"Is it because he didn't ask me to stop flirting?" Then, she scratched her head. "But I think even when we were having lunch you didn't say much to him."
"You know let's go in." Marc pulled the door open letting Heather know that topic of discussion was over.
Lighting flashed three times followed by thunder.
Heather peeked at sky groaning "Ugh, I think it's going to be a bad one."
Although Heather had called him out, Marc tried to mask his feelings by helping Trevor and Ken shop. He got a lot of workout clothes for Trevor and casual clothes for Ken. Heather even pitched in letting the Cowmen know Marc had no fashion sense.
While Trevor and Ken tried on their last outfits. Marc struck up another conversation with Heather.
"What do you raise on your Farm?"
Heather eyes went wide, "Are you still on that? Don't you think there's something more important we should talk about?" She let her eyes go to the dressing room Trevor was in.
"No, I think you should answer my question." Then Marc grabbed his ear and wiggled it pointing to the changing rooms. Trevor and Ken could probably easily hear them.
Heather rolled her eyes, "I guess I can give you a hint."
"Don't give me a hint just tell me."
Heather ran her hand through her hair, "But where's the fun in that for me?" Heather examined a shirt that was laid out. "You know how Cowmen weren't the only thing changed fifty years ago?"
Marc nodded his head "Yeah, I heard a few flowers changed, but I didn't think anyone cared unless they were a scientist or florist."
Heather flicked Marc on the head. "Really! You think I'm talking about plants! You think my family brought plants into town to get them clothes."
Marc was embarrassed he'd totally forgot that she'd said that earlier. But then what could she mean? Marc mind raced. Fifty years ago, along with Cowmen. Marc realized there was one option, but was it that? No way. Marc knew he was over thinking it. He looked over at Heather, who wore a wide grin. Then he thought perhaps not.
"Heather does your family raise-
"How do I look?" Trevor's voice cut through the room as he stepped out of the changing area. He wore a gray workout suit that tightly hugged his body in the right places. Marc had picked it out. Marc could feel his eyes roaming Trevor's body.
"A good choice," Heather gave a thumbs up.
Trevor smirked at his achievement then strolled over to Marc. He turned around and placed one leg on a nearby table how does my ass look Marc could enough to dive into?"
Marc started coughing. If he'd had water, he'd have spat it out. How could Trevor say something so sexual in public? Granted the only person in the store beside the group was the salesclerk. Marc was even more humiliated because him and Trevor knew the answer to the question. Embarrassment was the only positive reaction Trevor had gotten all day from Marc.
Thankfully, before Marc had to flee from shame Ken stepped out of his changing from. He had a tight black t-shirt on with a rainbow spectrum across the center and dark blue jeans. Another outfit Marc had selected. Marc loved the way the shirt accentuated Ken's pecs. The Spectrum was stretched out over his chest.
"You look amazing Ken." Marc said breathlessly.
Trevor's hung his head down. Heather took a step closer and placed a hand on his arm.
After buying all the clothes Marc stepped outside with a few bags in hand and Ken behind him. Heather had pulled Trevor aside to talk to him. Marc couldn't believe how dark it had gotten. The wind was picking up, causing store awnings to sway. There wouldn't be any mercy from the rain for much longer.
Heather came out of the store with Trevor in tow. No words were exchanged. The group made their way to the town square. Once in the park the group sat on the picnic benches. Marc tried placing a few calls to his uncle, but Uncle T never picked up.
"I forgot my hat!" Heather shot up, panicking. Her hat wasn't anywhere.
"Did you leave it in the store?" Marc asked.
"I think I did. Ken, will you come with me?"
Without even thinking Ken hurriedly agreed and left with Heather, leaving the bags under Marc and Trevor's' watch.
"Marc, we have to talk." Trevor said.
"Do we?" Marc replied.
"Yes!" Trevor's fist slammed into the wooden table causing a few bags to jostle. "Your treatment of me is unacceptable." Trevor's eyes were glowing again.
Marc had jumped back, but Trevor had gotten his attention.
Trevor's face softened and the glowing intensity in his eyes died down. "I'm sorry you saw me shifting. It must have been terrifying." Trevor's voice was melancholy and even his face had sunken in. All the anger from a moment ago had died as quick as it appeared. "Even so you shouldn't treat me like this!"
Marc felt something inside of him snap he stood up and slammed his hands on the table. "Scared? You think I'm scared of what happened to you? Sure, I'll admit in the moment it was overwhelming, but I got over it. I thought it was hot,"
"Then why--
"Shut Up! I'm talking you wanted to hear it so you better listen."
The wind started to pick up speed as the trees bellowed what was to come. Across the way store owners could be seen taking items and accessories inside.
"I'm mad because you fucked someone else in front of me! Then you have the audacity to pretend like it didn't happen the next day. It'd be bad enough if it was just Ayden, but you fucked Sheila and Dru too."
Trevor was too stunned to say anything. A flew leaves danced in the air blowing along with litter.
"This isn't me telling you not to have sex. Even if we're not dating, I'd still feel bad if you caught me having Sex with Ken!"
Trevor spoke, "I was Shifting, there was nothing I could do. You didn't even give me a chance to talk to you all day."
"For fucks sake I just turned 16! I was jealous of Ayden getting to have sex with you, but I also enjoyed it! How fucked up is that? I didn't want to talk to you, because I didn't want to say the wrong thing! But there my uncle was forcing me to hang out with you, because you lied to him!
Marc was arguing over the wind. He needed to make sure Trevor heard every word.
"You would have gotten in trouble for sneaking out." Trevor gave his weak retort. He was sinking into himself.
Marc sagged his shoulders, "Maybe I deserve to get in trouble! Because this was clearly over my head."
"What do you want me to do?" Trevor asked.
Lighting flashed and thunder continuously roared.
Marc exhaled as tears rolled down his face, "Why can't you just say I'm sorry?"
The downpour began.
Marc opened the door to the mansion letting Ken and Trevor in. Heather had graciously given them all a ride home. After his small outburst in the flash storm Heather's honking caught their attention. They had hurried over but judging by the look on Heather and Ken's face they had heard much of what transpired. Marc had known Heather pretended to forget her hat so Trevor and him could speak. She didn't think the conversation would worsen things.
In the car after Ken and Trevor exited. Heather talked to Marc. She tried to cheer him up. She half-heartedly suggested the three boys become Poly-amorous. That earned her laugh, but Marc admitted he wanted to try at least one monogamous relationship.
Marc was ready to go to bed but before he could go anything Uncle t's voice could be heard bellowing throughout.
"For the Last time, NO!"
dropping their bags, All three boys rushed towards the dining room, where they found Uncle T sitting across from a well-dressed businessman. His salt pepper hair was slicked back, navy blue suit nicely pressed and black shoes shinier than a new ring.
"We won't give this offer again, but I wanted to extend a hand." The man straightened his tie.
Marc's voice cut in, "Uncle T, who is this?"
Both men's attention turned towards the trio.
"A guest, who was leaving."
"If you say so," the man got up and picked up a briefcase on his side. The man strolled over to the trio. "Since we are going to be neighbor's I should introduce myself. I'm Karter."
"Neighbor's is a loose term." Uncle teeth said through clenched teeth.
Marc caught a look of agitation appear on Karter's face. Karter regained composure and said. "In terms of Cowmen farms, we may as well be though, right?"
Karter shook the hand of each young man. When he got to Trevor he stopped. He turned half-way back to "You sure don't make'em like this." Facing Trevor fully he asked, "Were you born here? On this farm I mean."
"Uhh." Trevor didn't say anything.
"Ignore him." Uncle T said.
Karter smiled at Uncle T "I'm asking because he seems quite...exceptional compared to the normal bunch." Though the words were said in a playful tone Marc detected there was something else going on.
Karter's gaze went over to Ken. "You might be exceptional too." Karter's eyes fell on to Marc. "And you--
"I'm human." Marc answered. He didn't like the look in Karter's eyes. He was sizing Trevor and Ken up like slabs of meat. The sooner he got out of the house the better Marc would feel.
"That's disappointing, but informative." Karter pulled out a business card from his shirt pocket. He handed one to each of the boys. The words MILKEM Inc. was bold on the front with Karter's contact information on the back.
"Milkem? I've never heard of before. Are you guys new?" Marc asked.
Karter let out a laugh so foreign to Marc. If there was a way to condescend to others through laughing Karter had found it. "We've been around for a while. At least our former parent company had been. It had to go international for a bit, but now we're getting more footing in the States."
"And you guys sell Cowmen milk?" Ken's soothing voice set Marc at ease.
"We sell the best milk." Karter said smugly.
"Where is your company located?" Trevor asked staring at the business card.
"We hope to open our main farm for this state soon!" Karter smiled.
"Where? Marc asked.
Karter frowned, "Are you familiar with the incident earlier this summer concerning Randall Howard, the Farmer?"
Marc and Ken looked at each other and nodded their heads. They learned a bullman, Princeton had consumed his farmer. It wasn't an image that could easily be forgotten. It also led to Marc's former trepidation around Ken.
"His property was up for grabs and we bought it."
"What about all the Cowmen that live there?" Trevor chimed in.
"If you're asking if we have them that's a No. We invited them to stay on their home lot, but they refused. It seems Farmer Howard already had recommendations for Farms his Cowmen could go to should he meet an early demise."
"That's dark," Marc said.
Uncle T stood up walking over to the group, "When you run a Farm, you have to think of the future. Imagine having the equivalent of X amount of kids fighting for inheritance or what they think they deserve."
Karter's eyes landed on Uncle T, " Are you saying you have one too?"
Uncle T scoffed, "Why you planning to kill me and steal my insurance money?"
Karter let out a laugh. "Now, that's dark. I was asking because I was wondering if I should make one. Even though everyone knows this is a business Farms are run like towns or families."
Uncle T added, "When you deal with people this closely, you're bound to make connections."
Karter rubbed his chin seriously pondering that statement. "Hmm possibly." He turned to face Uncle T. "There is one more bit of information I was going to share with you. While each of the Cowmen families had various Farms recommended for them by Randall. There was one family that had only one."
"Who?" Marc asked
"Princeton." Karter's answer made Marc blood run cold." Even if it was just him, he was still a family unto himself. Many say he had Randall's last name because they were in a relationship. Regardless, do you want to know what farm was written for him?"
Uncle T was giving Karter a hard stare, while Marc could already hear the answer in his head.
"That's right this one." Karter gave a smile then, left the premises disappearing into the night storm.
Before anyone could say anything, Uncle T began to talk "That guy and his workers have been showing up in this state pestering Farmers for two years." Uncle T looked over at the trio.
"Trevor please go get ready to be evaluated. Just wait in Marc's room." Uncle T collapsed in a chair, his had pressed against this face. Talking to Karter had physically drained him. "I was going to tell you as soon as you arrived but...then that happened. Marc go with him."
Marc knew he couldn't talk about his fight with Trevor now. He decided to do as Uncle T said. Uncle T gave Trevor instructions on what to do before sending them off. The doctor would follow them shortly.
When they got to the room neither spoke instead Trevor undressed to his underwear.
"I'd like to talk Marc." Trevor sat his firm ass onto Marc's bed. Marc watch the way his bed gave way under Trevor's weight.
"Okay." Marc said.
"Back when you were yelling at me. I was quiet. Not because I agreed with you, but because I don't do well with humans that yell or get angry. It reminds me of when I use to fight all the time." Trevor held out his hand stretched towards Marc. Marc grabbed it and sat beside him on the bed. "I can't say I'm sorry for everything I did while shifting because I'm not. Given the chance I'd probably do most of it again. I didn't think I'd care if you had sex with other people."
Before Marc could protest Trevor held up his hand.
"But when you talked about having sex with Ken and me seeing it, I understood how you're feeling. Because I'd be upset if that happened." Trevor took a deep breath. "When that happens, I'm not saying IF, but when. Please don't tell me."
Marc was surprised. Trevor knew it was a sure thing Ken and Marc were bound to have sex. Not that Marc was complaining he was sure of it too and still to upset to even pretend to coddle Trevor's feelings. However, Marc thought the least he could do was be civil.
"Are you sure that's what you want?" Marc asked.
Trevor nodded his head. "Yeah besides I'm sure He'll tell me, or I'll smell him on you." Trevor gave a smirk.
Marc laughed at that. A question soon popped into his head as his laughter died. "Trevor while we're on the topic of smells. Last night I could smell you."
Trevor put a hand over his face, "We did all go at it like animals. That's so embarrassing!"
Marc gently pulled Trevor's hand away so he could make eye contact. "No, you don't get it. I smelt sex of course, but I smelt you."
"What do you mean?"
"Okay when we had sex yesterday, I could smell you pretty well. Hard not to when we're against each other. But last night, It smelt like you, but stronger. It was suffocating," Marc racked his brain for the right words "Like it was trying to dominate all the other smells in the room."
"Huh?" Trevor slumped.
"You don't seem that surprised."
Trevor twiddled with his fingers, "I haven't said this to anyone, but when I was Shifting. I had one thought in my head and that was to dominate everyone there. Ayden especially."
Marc shrugged his shoulder, "What's surprising about that? Everyone knows Ayden had sex with Lyla and she had to stay in bed afterwards."
Trevor closed his eyes and squeezed the bridge of his nose, "I think it's different. I feel that Ayden would have let himself get fucked by Dru, but when I was shifting, I absolutely would not have allowed that."
"Hmm." Marc pressed his lips together. There was something forming in the back of his mind, but he decided to bury it for now. "Sorry, Trevor I wish I knew more about Cowmen to help." Marc ran his hand along Trevor's back, It had grown broad since yesterday. "Maybe Uncle T can help?"
Trevor shook his head, "I'm not ready to talk about it just yet. Can you keep this between us for now?"
"Sure," Marc said softly. Marc laid back on the bed and examined Trevor's new back. Trevor still had scars, but they were barely noticeable. Perhaps someone who had never met young Trevor wouldn't notice them.
Trevor laid his head on Marc's lap.
Marc didn't know what to think. He didn't feel like he was in the wrong for his outburst earlier, but he also understood Trevor's viewpoint. Had they made up? Could their feelings be solved with just one conversation? Marc had navigated this alone no parent in sight. But had he actually found a solution? His uncle was around but that would mean getting in trouble.
Trevor's voice broke the silence, "Since you're my worker I should probably tell you first." Trevor took deep breath. " I want to be a breeder." Trevor kept talking not giving Marc a chance to interject, "and I know after our fight that seems in bad taste, but I've been thinking about it for a while."
Marc sighed. Their problems weren't going to be solved so easily. He could already feel the anger boiling away inside him. However, Marc had something he didn't have before. Perspective.
Marc placed his hand in Trevor's hair and gently played with it. "A breeder, huh?"
A knock came at the door. The doctor was here.