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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+
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122 Chs

Chapter 65

The shower went on, and I rolled out of bed, intending to join him. As I neared the door, I heard him singing, something about being in love perchance, and I came to a halt. The song was one of those old standards he seemed to like so much, and he sang it with such heart, his voice curling around the words, caressing them.

Could it mean he…cared…about me beyond being a good time in bed?

No, I was reaching, but…What would it be like to have him here always, to wake every morning to the sound of the shower running and my lover—

My lover. I went back to the bed, picked up his pillow, and stroked it, bringing it to my face to inhale his scent, a combination of his aftershave and him.

He came out of the bathroom, a towel around his hips, and I wanted to strip it off, tumble him back onto the bed, and take him into my body again.

He needed to get ready for work, I reminded myself.

“Tell me something, babe. How’d you get that bullet scar on your butt?”