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Pick Up the Pieces

Change comes to all of us. For Theo Bascopolis, the first time is when he's fifteen. He finds his life falling apart when his father discovers Theo is gay and orders him to become straight or leave. Having no choice, in spite of what his father might think, Theo leaves. But where can a fifteen-year-old go? Especially when it starts to rain. He thinks things are looking up when he meets a striking man named Franky, who seems very attracted to him. However, once again Theo's life changes when he learns all Franky wants is for him to hustle. And so Theo becomes the rent boy Sweetcheeks.<br><br>However, Franky underestimates Sweetcheeks, and the results of the ensuing fight sees Sweetcheeks fleeing to Washington DC, where he crosses paths with a group of rent boys who take him in. Finally Sweetcheeks has a family, a home, and an additional source of income in the form of apartments they're able to rent out.<br><br>His life changes again a few years later when a mysterious tenant by the name of Mark Vincent becomes the reason behind the assault on one of Sweetcheeks's boys. Vincent visits the boy in the hospital, bringing with him his equally enigmatic trainee, William Matheson. The instant attraction blindsides Sweetcheeks. In spite of knowing love isn't for rent boys, he hopes Matheson can see beyond the body he's offered to so many.<br><br>But Matheson has secrets of his own. Can Sweetcheeks overcome his insecurities enough to believe in the quiet man who's come into his life? Can Matheson keep his actual occupation a secret without it jeopardizing their budding relationship?

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Chapter 119

“I love Mel Brooks, and The Big Chill was always one of my favorites. Thank you.” He tore offthe wrapping of the lobby card, looking at first a little puzzled, and then very pleased. He propped it up against a chair and pulled me into his arms. “You got me this because of the song, didn’t you? I’m so glad you’re my boyfriend.”

“The feeling is mutual.” I kissed his cheek, then turned his face so I could kiss his mouth. “I love kissing you,” I murmured against it.

“I must have done something awesome in a past life to be rewarded with you this time around.”

That was so sweet…. I sniffled. Damn. Wills was going to think I was a crybaby. Why was it I seemed to well up at the drop of a hat, but he never shed a tear?

I cleared my throat and stepped out of his embrace. “Check out your last present.” That was the books.

“Oh. Oh, my!” He held up one of the books, The Pearl. “I take it this isn’t the John Steinbeck book.”