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. 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. 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. 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+

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122 Chs

Chapter 62

Vince had seemed interested in renting the apartment up in the attic, so I climbed the stairs, inserted the key, and pushed the door open.

I’d been up there before, and I’d seen what it looked like at that time. Had I hoped the apartment fairy had arrived since then and repaired all the damage?

I wasn’t that lucky, and I sighed and walked in. The apartment was disgusting.

I had a pen and paper with me, and I began making a list of what needed to be repaired. It turned out to be more extensive than I’d first assumed.

About four inches of scummy water was in the kitchen sink. The bathroom was a disaster area, with both the tub and the toilet backed up.

All the appliances—microwave, stove, dishwasher, and refrigerator—would need to be replaced.

Fortunately, most of the furniture Paul had taken such pleasure in selecting was stored down in the basement, because our tenant had needed the space for her studio.

“Theo?” What was Wills doing here? It was…I checked my watch.

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