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Shane tried to keep it simple. Easy come, easy go. Even though nothing was really easy, even though it was “going” much more often than coming. He didn’t like his job, but it was good to have one, especially when you had a child to look after.
He was drinking beer at the forest lake near Marnie’s house. It just so happened that the Farmer was there too. Jealousy, that’s what he felt towards a well-adjusted, successful, and fit young man. Heck, he was even taller than him! Life just wouldn’t give him a break. He wished to have at least one of the Farmer’s gifts, rich parents for example, or being responsible only for his own life, or inheriting a huge farm maybe. How come some get everything and others nothing and even get into debt? He understood his jealousy was groundless, some things are uncontrollable and what would he do with a whole damn farm? Probably raise thousands of chickens – what a life that would be! Not a long one though – couldn’t survive long on just eggs.
Shane regretted opening his mouth that night, spilling the beans to the only person in the whole god-forgotten town unable to relate. He wished the Farmer hadn’t been so willing to listen without interrupting. And he told him everything, damn alcohol and overall mental instability. He told him about working in the Zuzu city before, doing some respectable fancy office job, not earning well enough but having big plans indeed. Then his sister suddenly died and made him adopt her daughter Jas in her will – and then all the plans went to shit. He couldn’t afford living in a city with a child, not on the salary he got. So he took Jas and moved to the Stardew Valley where aunt Marnie lived. Marnie’s rent was affordable. Find a job at a local JojaMart, work 9 to 5 on weekdays, help Marnie on a farm on weekends, buy Jas important for kids’ stuff every so often, drink every evening not to lose it and be able to sleep. Shane felt exhausted and devastated. He hadn’t told this to anyone so why would he tell this to the Farmer? Probably because they didn’t know each other well enough yet, probably because he hoped the Farmer wouldn’t care much, and because of alcohol of course.
Shane expected the Farmer to avoid him after that night’s outburst, so he was surprised to see him next to a JojaMart first thing in the next morning. Holding a pepper no less. His favorite.
“Thank you, I love this,” he said, accepting the gift, fidgeting nervously. “Listen, about yesterday night… I’m sorry, man, I didn’t mean to spill it all on you. Forget about it, I was drunk.”
The Farmer just smiled, put a wide hand on his shoulder and encouragingly squeezed. Then wished him a good day and ran about his business. There was something unsettling in this ostentatious niceness. Shane decided not to trust him yet, just in case.
***
There were a lot of presents after that – homemade fresh meals, his favorite, how did the Farmer know? He sent some stuff to him too, in gratitude for the friendship. And then one day, the Farmer showed up in the JojaMart in the middle of the day with a bouquet. For Shane. And Shane’s heart sank. “Why me?” he thought.
“I’m sorry,” he said quietly, avoiding looking in the Farmer’s eyes and at the damn flowers.
“Would you at least think about it?” The young man smiled.
“I’m sorry” Shane repeated even quieter and backed away awkwardly, then turned around and walked down the frozen food aisle. He will never speak to me again now for sure, he thought to himself not without regret, listening to the sound of receding footsteps. Easy come, easy go.
And the Farmer indeed didn’t show up anymore, didn’t give any more presents. In fact, it looked like he disappeared completely. Some townspeople asked Shane if he knew what was up, some knew what was up and visibly despised him for the rejection. The Farmer was the most liked townsperson after all, all the available bachelorettes and bachelors wanted his attention. Rejection raised eyebrows for how unimaginable it was. But overall everything was back to normal. Miserable job and miserable life with no aspirations.
***
One week or so later after the known-throughout-the-town rejection, the Farmer finally showed up.
Shane was closing JojaMart’s main entrance doors when he heard him calling his name. He stood on the bridge to the town center, resting his elbows on bricked handrails. He looked disheveled, circles under his eyes, shirt’s edges sticking out from under the flannel jacket, but still the same damned polite smile on his face.
“Hello, Farmer!” said Shane, trying to sound cheerful. “Haven’t seen you in awhile!”
“Haven’t you?” The smile on his face turned wider.
“Yeah… It’s been a week or so… Is everything ok?”
“I’ve been thinking,” he said suddenly, straightening up and walking towards Shane “What did it all mean? Why did you reject me when you yourself led me on?”
“What… what do you mean?” There was a nook with warehouse boxes behind him, a dead end. Other JojaMart workers already long left, other townspeople won’t hear if the brawl starts. Just his luck.
“You told me your life story, Shane, what was it for? You said that I am a man after your own heart. Does it mean nothing to you? You’d say it to just anyone?” The Farmer was now towering over him and he stepped back a bit. He was getting annoyed at the young man – if he wanted a fight, he should just get to it. No need for this bullshit.
“Listen, I’ve apologized already! What do you want from me? I’m sorry for any misunderstandings, I was seeing you only as a friend. I won’t be in your way. Stop being a spoiled brat and move on already!”
“No, no, Shane, you don’t know what you’re talking about” The polite smile was gone and Shane wasn’t sure if it was for the better. There was nowhere to step back to anymore, he hit one of the boxes with his back and stopped. “I’ll give you everything you’d ever want. You’d be the happiest with me.”
“I don’t want it! Just move on, man, and leave me alone!”
The Farmer jerked and pushed the other man sharply into his arms. And then, just as sharply, sank into his lips.
“What the fuck are you doing?!” shouted Shane, pushing him away with all his might. The Farmer looked deranged.
“Don’t ever push me away, Shane” he said “You’re mine.”
And then everything happened quickly. Shane panicked and tried to run around the warehouse to hop over the fence from the other side but the Farmer was quicker. He caught the panicking man, painfully wringing his hands behind his back and threw him on top of the boxes head first.
“You’re mine” he whispered into Shane’s ear, leaning on top of his back.
“Listen, let me go… Let me go and I won’t tell anyone, we’ll forget about this…”
“You’re so impatient” the Farmer giggled “pushing into me like that.”
Shane felt cold sticky sweat covering his body under the JojaMart uniform. He felt the Farmer’s hard-on through his jeans and his own shorts. He couldn’t move.
“No, please!” he pleaded when the Farmer rose above him and pulled down his shorts along with the underwear.
“Don’t talk or I won’t be able to control myself. I want to prepare you, but only a little, all because you were so unruly.”
“Fuck you.”
“I prefer it the other way around, thank you. Be a good boy and I’ll think about it though.” He pulled a little bottle out of his jeans pocket and poured out the thick contents in between Shane’s bare buttocks, then stuck his hand there as well, circling his fingers near the entrance. “I’ll make you feel good” he said when Shane twitched sharply and then moved his hand to grab the flaccid cock of the resisting man. “Please don’t move or I’ll hurt you.”
The Farmer started to move his slick hand and Shane, to his horror, started to get hard. He leaned his forehead against the box’s smooth surface and bit into his lip to stop himself from making any sounds, which proved to be impossible when the Farmer’s hand’s movements got quicker and sharper. He groaned muffledly, reaching the peak. And the Farmer entered him at the same time. Shane cried out.
“Quiet, baby, do you want Morris to come here running?” the Farmer asked, starting to move slowly “Or anybody else from the town really? Do you want them to see what a mess you are?” he didn’t like when Shane was quiet so he sharply twisted the man’s hands and smiled when he heard a pained gasp. The man below him was red and sweaty in the face and so very tight. Better than he had imagined.
He couldn’t take it anymore, so he picked up the pace. Shane groaned, his breathing quickened, and the Farmer came inside of him. Shane’s body went limp and the Farmer slipped out of him taking a look at how his cum was spilling out of his stretched hole. He got hard again. He let go of Shane’s hands and the man didn’t move, probably didn’t even notice. The Farmer easily turned him over on his back.
“Care for another round?” he smiled, catching the man’s legs under the knees and nestling himself near the entrance, his cock bent up and almost touching his stomach with excitement. Shane stared at him blankly for a moment, then twitched sharply.
“No! That’s enough, leave me alone!”
“Quiet, Shane, you’re mine, have you forgotten?” He caught Shane’s hands, which were trying to push him away, and pressed to his chest. “You’re mine and I’ll have you as many times as I want to.”
And then he entered him. Shane sobbed pathetically, tears flooding his eyes, spilling out and disappearing in the hairline. He fell asleep or rather lost consciousness when the Farmer came inside of him again.
***
In the morning Shane woke up at the farm in the Farmer’s bed. The whole town somehow knew about the newly bloomed relationship already. Everyone, not without jealousy in their voices, congratulated him with it on his way home from the farm. Everyone was genuinely happy for them.
Looked like he now had even less than nothing.