After Marcus
By Nell Iris
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Joar was there when Ossian needed him, offered a friendly shoulder to cry on, convinced him to eat, and helped coax him back to the living.
Three years after the life altering event, Ossian starts seeing Joar in a different light, awakening feelings he thought was dead forever. But is Ossian ready to take the leap and open his heart to someone new? And does Joar feel the same?
Nell Iris
Nell is a forty-something bisexual Swedish woman, married to the love of her life, and a proud mama of a grown daughter. She left the Scandinavian cold and darkness for warmer and sunnier Malaysia a few years ago, and now spends her days writing, surfing the Internet, enjoying the heat, and eating good food. One day she decided to chase her lifelong dream of being a writer, sat down in front of her laptop, and wrote a story about two men falling in love. Nell writes gay romance, prefers sweet over angst, and wants to write diverse and different characters.
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After Marcus - Nell Iris
Chapter 1
Heavy bootsteps on my porch steal my attention away from my current work-in-progress, and I know who it is even before I look out the window.
Joar.
My neighbor, my rock, my pillar of strength during these last difficult few years, has stopped by for the second time today. This morning, before I’d even gotten out of bed—I’m not an early riser—he came and cleared away the snow—winter arrived early this year—that had been dumped on my property the previous night. By the time I finally managed to stumble out of bed, he’d already left.
But now he’s back. Hauling firewood, stacking it on my porch, next to my office window. Out of my sightline, but I don’t have to see him to know what it looks like; he’s done it countless times before over the years. The pile of wood will be immaculately stacked, perfectly aligned with not a single piece out of order as though he’s laying a puzzle. The muscles in his strong arms bunching and flexing as he works tirelessly, the thin wool sweater clinging to his body like a second skin stretching across his chest and arms until it’s close to bursting at the seams, and he’ll hum quietly because he’s happiest whenever he’s doing physical work.
I keep my gaze on him as he returns to his truck, bed overflowing with firewood. The beginning of a smile tugs at the corners of my mouth. He’s determined to make sure I won’t freeze to death this winter; he already filled my woodshed to the brim and stacked wood along an entire wall in my huge garage back in October, after splitting the birch trees I’d had cut down from the property last year. I’m convinced my supply will last me at least three winters—especially considering the fireplaces aren’t the only heat source in the house anymore—but when I mentioned it to him a few weeks back, he said, You can never be too prepared. It’s going to be a cold winter; I can feel it in my bones. And Marcus wouldn’t want you to be cold.
I’ve learned to trust the feeling in his bones; it’s never steered me wrong for as long as I’ve known him. And he’s right about Marcus.
The first winter we’d spent in the house, a decade ago, Marcus was obsessed with keeping me warm. We’d had firewood delivered and thought we’d been prepared, but as first-time house owners, we’d underestimated how much was needed to heat the drafty old place—this was before we installed the geothermal heating system—and I was constantly cold. My husband fretted; he bought me warm fuzzy socks, tried to drown me in steaming tea, wrapped me in thick blankets, and pushed my favorite chair close to the fire. On the bitterest nights, he’d use his body to warm me. His heated breaths in my ear, his tender palms roving my chest, belly, and hips, and his searing dick in my ass were all sure to drive away the coldness.
The memory fills my heart with warm affection and makes me smile. My hand flies to my face and I trace the outline of my mouth with careful fingertips.
Astounding.
When did this happen?
My smile widens.
Even remembering our happiest moments has hurt since Marcus passed away, has made my already broken heart ache even worse. The pain has been constant, sharp and intense, completely taking over my life. For months. Maybe even years. But gradually, without me noticing, it’s grown duller. Still there, but manageable.