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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 74

“Let’s go to bed.”

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“Theo, what are you doing for the Memorial Day weekend?” Wills asked the next morning. He’dbeen given the day off, and now he lounged in bed and sipped the coffee I’d made for him.

With all the alcohol out of my system, I felt much better. Or maybe it was just having him back in my bed.

“Usually, we’ll visit the memorials during the day, and if we’re not working on Sunday evening, we try to catch the free concert on the West Lawn of the Capitol. Want to come with me this year?”

“Actually, I’m going up to Cambridge to spend the weekend with my family.”

“Oh. Sure.” Things were okay between us, he’d told me they were, but of course there would be times when he’d want to be with his family. “Well, maybe some other time—”

“Theo, I’d like you to come with me.”

I felt as if I couldn’t catch my breath. He did? “What will your family say?”

“‘How do you do?’ Truthfully, I don’t know. I’ve never brought anyone home to meet them.”