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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?

Tinnean · LGBT+
Not enough ratings
122 Chs

Chapter 54

He handed me his trousers and stood there in his socks and with his shirt tails barely coveringhis shorts. I barely noticed his shoulder holster and the gun it held.

If there was one thing I hated, it was ironing. That was why I made a point to do it quickly and competently to get it done fastest. Wills was pressed for time, but within ten minutes, his suit was ready.

“Okay, here you go.” I thrust the trousers at him, draped the jacket over a chair, and took amug from the cabinet over the sink.

He tucked his shirt into his trousers, zipped and buttoned his fly, and stepped back into his shoes.

I filled the mug and handed it to him. “Take those saltines with you. They should settle your stomach if it gets queasy.”

“Hey,” he said softly, and I waved away his thanks.

“I just don’t want you getting docked. I’m easy, but I’m not cheap.”

He swallowed his coffee wrong and started choking.

“Are you okay?” I pounded his back.