Moving On
By Ash Penn
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Cody's trying to move on from an abusive past relationship. New neighbour Greg is the ideal man to show him how.
It's moving day for Cody and his sister Justine. Cody's hoping for a fresh start in a new town. He wants to remember what it is to be young, single and alive. Most of all, he wants to move on from a toxic relationship that's resulted in crippling panic attacks, which severely limit his ability to live his life as he wishes.
Greg Foster's boyfriend left him six months ago and he's still recovering from the humiliation and pain of their break up. When he introduces himself to his new neighbour, he senses an instant attraction to the aloof young man who can barely meet his eye one moment, yet is ready to jump into bed with him the next.
Cody soon realises his mistake in sleeping with Greg. The man isn't one-night-stand material, and it would be unfair to lead him into something more. Cody doesn't feel capable of having a relationship. He'll certainly never love anyone again.
Despite Cody's constantly shifting moods, Greg sees through to the person he wants to know. All he has to do is convince Cody to give them the chance to find happiness in each other.
Ash Penn
I've written stories about men loving men for as long as I can remember. In the days before computers and the internet, I used to hide my stories away convinced there was no market for women who wrote gay male fiction. Fast forward a few years (okay, quite a few years) and there's not only a market, but a whole empire out there for writers like me. I'm thrilled to be able to contribute my stories and take pride in what I write. Many of my characters enjoy making my life as difficult as possible by refusing to take the easy pathway to love. They prefer to swagger through the undergrowth and laugh at me as I point at my story outline and demand they get back on the route I painstakingly mapped out. Lately I've discovered it's far easier to let them dictate what happens and when, although I do get my revenge when it comes to giving them an undesirable trait or two to contend with. My characters are as flawed as their love lives, but they will usually find a kind of imperfect perfection in each other by the time I type 'The End'.
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Moving On - Ash Penn
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A Totally Bound Publication
Moving On
ISBN # 978-1-78430-209-2
©Copyright Ash Penn 2014
Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright August 2014
Edited by Rebecca Douglas
Totally Bound Publishing
This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author’s imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental.
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Published in 2014 by Totally Bound Publishing, Newland House, The Point, Weaver Road, Lincoln, LN6 3QN
Warning:
This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has a heat rating of Totally Sizzling and a Sexometer of 1.
MOVING ON
Ash Penn
Cody’s trying to move on from an abusive past relationship. New neighbor Greg is the ideal man to show him how.
It’s moving day for Cody and his sister Justine. Cody’s hoping for a fresh start in a new town. He wants to remember what it is to be young, single and alive. Most of all, he wants to move on from a toxic relationship that’s resulted in crippling panic attacks, which severely limit his ability to live his life as he wishes.
Greg Foster’s boyfriend left him six months ago and he’s still recovering from the humiliation and pain of their break up. When he introduces himself to his new neighbor, he senses an instant attraction to the aloof young man who can barely meet his eye one moment, yet is ready to jump into bed with him the next.
Cody soon realizes his mistake in sleeping with Greg. The man isn’t one-night-stand material, and it would be unfair to lead him into something more. Cody doesn’t feel capable of having a relationship. He’ll certainly never love anyone again.
Despite Cody’s constantly shifting moods, Greg sees through to the person he wants to know. All he has to do is convince Cody to give them the chance to find happiness in each other.
Trademarks Acknowledgement
The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:
iPod: Apple, Inc
Tesco Express: Tesco PLC
Coke: The Coca-Cola Company
Pump It: Black Eyed Peas
Google: Google, Inc.
Jäegerbomb: Mast-Jägermeister SE
Chapter One
Need a hand?
Cody jumped at the sound of the rich, male voice behind him. The box he’d lugged up four flights of stairs slipped from his precarious grip and dropped with a dull thud at his feet. Half a dozen erotic novels spewed across the cold expanse of corridor floor.
Damn Justine and her romance addiction. Cody straightened and turned around. A quarter of the way up the flight of stairs below stood a guy—an athletic, older guy dressed in a pair of running shorts and a thin, sweat-stained T-shirt.
I got it.
Cody squatted then set about gathering up the errant books. He’d come across as hostile. Justine wouldn’t be pleased. She’d made him promise to begin their life here on friendly terms with the neighbors. She said a smile or two toward an offer of friendship would help with his recovery. Cody had no idea if there was any truth in the theory, but she’d read half the self-help manuals available on Amazon, so she should know. Just as well those kinds of books hadn’t tumbled to the floor. Titles such as Surviving Domestic Abuse hardly made for good first impressions with the new neighbors, if this guy was one of them.
You sure?
The guy bounded up the rest of the steps on the toes of his rather well-worn trainers. If that’s your van outside, you’ve got a fair way to go before you’re—
"I said I got it. As a frown creased across the guy’s forehead, Cody attempted to relax his jaw. Justine had warned him about how he should keep his moods to himself. New home. New start. He was supposed to be making an effort here.
Thanks all the same," he added, with a terse smile.
Well, the offer’s there if you need me.
The guy’s tone remained friendly enough. I’m a couple of doors down. Number twenty-six.
When he raised a hand in gesture, Cody glimpsed sweat dampening his armpit.
Cody used to jog, but had never had the drive or determination to work up much of a sweat. This guy must sense his weakness already. Why else would he have offered to help? He looked a few years older, but kept himself in far better shape. He probably assumed Cody sat at home all day reading racy romances. He would be fifty percent right. Maybe even seventy-five.
Cody straightened and pushed at the box with his foot. They aren’t mine.
He wanted, if nothing else, to put that possible misunderstanding to rest. They’re my sister’s. She just popped to the shop for some drinks. The lift’s broken and shifting these boxes is thirsty work.
The words came out in a rapid stream, but Justine would be proud of him for making the effort to initiate a polite conversation, even if most of the words belonged to her.
The guy scratched at thick, chestnut curls peppered by wisps of gray. The lift here tends to do that at least twice a week.
Weird. We didn’t see that written down anywhere in the agency details.
Cody smiled, trying out Justine’s theory, and the guy smiled back. His dark eyes twinkled, and Cody warmed to him instantly.
I’m Greg.
He offered out a hand.
Well, maybe not quite that instantly. Cody stared at the hand, before slipping his own into his jeans’ pockets. Cody.
Greg lowered his arm. He wiped his palm down his shorts, but the sweat wasn’t the reason Cody declined the hand. One step at a time, Justine said. Making small talk with a neighbor was progress enough for one day.
You want to come in to mine for a drink?
Greg asked, just as brightly as before. I have water. Or a cold beer.
Cody shook his head, and focused on the box of books. He couldn’t meet the guy’s eyes a second time. I said I’d have half this done by the time Justine gets back.
Ok, right. In that case, give me two minutes to get rid of these.
Greg pulled off his headphones and unclipped an iPod from his shirt pocket. A waft of the man’s earthy scent seasoned the stale air as he passed. Cody savored the aroma before exhaling. He squatted to pick up the box.
"I did say I could manage," he called after Greg’s retreating back.
Greg spun around while jogging backwards. You want this done by the time your sis gets back from the shop, right?
Yes, that was true. He was already wondering what Erick would say, or what Erick would do? The answer was nothing. Erick would say and do absolutely nothing. The dead couldn’t speak, except in nightmares. Cody had stopped suffering those a while ago.
All right,
Cody decided. He straightened then hefted the box to waist level. Once again he tried a smile. Once again his smile was returned. This time, tenfold. Maybe there was something to Justine’s theory after all.
* * * *
Where the hell do you think you’re going with my stuff?
Greg Foster paused with a large box marked ‘bedroom’ resting heavily in the crooks of his bare arms.
The blonde pony-tailed young woman who’d yelled at him from halfway down the street sprinted over and blocked his path into the building. She planted her feet in the doorway and her arms either side of the frame, like a human security gate.
Dressed in a blue sweatshirt and faded denims, with a Tesco Express carrier bag dangling off her arm, there could be no mistaking Cody’s sister. Sharp featured, even sharper tone, but Greg recognized Cody in the cool depths of her blue gaze that added around two hundred pounds worth of stubborn to her slight frame.
Greg hitched the box higher in his arms. I’m assisting your brother.
The girl narrowed her eyes. Whether because the sunlight bothered her or she saw something about him she didn’t much approve of. Greg wasn’t sure. What’s his name?
You don’t know your own brother’s name?
Sarky sod. Answer the question.
"Well, since you asked so nicely. I offered to lend Cody a hand. He wanted to get everything in before you came back. Is there a problem? A second or two passed in muted silence. He became aware of the street sounds filtering through the hostile bubble he found himself trapped within.
If you think I’m trying to steal your stuff, don’t you think it’s odd me heading into the building rather down the road and around the corner, never to be seen again?"
She folded her arms, and continued to glare at him. He returned her stare until she pressed her lips together and wrinkled her nose. Fine. I guess you have a point.
He may well have, but she made no move to allow him access to the building.
If you’re after my credentials, my name’s Greg Foster. I live at number twenty-six. I’ve lived there almost two years now, and I’ll stay another year more unless—I don’t know—an irritating neighbor moves in. You’re Justine. You just popped out to the shop.
He nodded at the carrier bag weighted down by a couple of drink bottles. Moving boxes is thirsty work—or so Cody informs me. I happen to agree.
The box started to slip down his chest and cut into the flesh of his forearms. I hope there’s nothing fragile in here because I don’t know how much longer I can keep a good grip.
A fair eyebrow hitched up. On the box or your temper?
Both.
A smile curved the corner of lips not quite as generous as her brother’s. I believe you.
She sidestepped to her right. Although her tone had lightened, the slow burn of her full attention tagged him all the way up the first flight of stairs and didn’t ease until he’d rounded the corner to the next landing. There he found Cody, heading in the opposite direction, fingers trailing down the rail. Lost, it seemed, in the world he’d inhabited since they’d started moving boxes.
Your sister’s downstairs,
Greg said as they passed each other.
Cody’s head snapped up. He obviously hadn’t even realized Greg was sharing a landing with him. Oh. Right.
Greg tried to keep his tone friendly rather than concerned. But something didn’t seem quite right with this guy. Yeah. She’s kind of defensive, isn’t she?
Is she?
More so when she assumed I was trying to rob your stuff.
Cody snorted. You’d be doing us a favor. It’s not like I own anything worth robbing anymore.
Anymore?
His bitter tone suggested he once had, and not so long ago that the loss didn’t still cause him pain.
Doesn’t matter. Forget it.
He sidestepped Greg and continued on his way, skimming the stairs as though they were layered in fire.
Later, with the last of the boxes out of the van and inside the flat, Greg sat with Justine in one of the bedrooms, taking a breather before he left her and her brother to it.
Justine lounged on a beanbag and pulled off her shoes. She wriggled pink toes tipped with bright green varnish.
I’m sorry about before.
She plucked