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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 82

He was ticklish? Good to know.

Just then I noticed a blue-eyed redhead in her teens peering over the stockade fence that separated the Mathesons’ yard from the one next door.

“Wills?”

“Yeah, babe?” He shook hair out of his eyes.

I nodded toward the fence. “I think your neighbor might like to join us.”

“Hello, William.” Her expression was wistful.

“Hi, Patricia. How are you?”

“Fine, thank you.” She couldn’t seem to take her eyes off him, and I almost expected her to start drooling.

“Would you like to come over?”

“Thank you, but no. Mother says it’s still too cold to go in the pool.”

“Maybe another time.” But it seemed to me he was relieved she’d declined his invitation. “Jill told me you just graduated. Congratulations. Where will you go to college?”

“Thank you. I had hoped to go to Brown, but Mother thinks it would be wiser to stay close to home, so I’ll be going to Harvard in the fall. I was sorry to hear about Michael, William.”