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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
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122 Chs

Chapter 83

“Thanks. That’s nice to hear. Harry tells me that all the time, but that’s his job.” She grinned and then turned to me, her fair eyebrows raised.

“This is Theo Bascopolis.” Wills twined his fingers with mine. “He’s…mine.”

I blinked in surprise. I hadn’t expected him to be so open about it.

They both looked from my lover to me and back.

“Mrs. Matheson.” I held out my hand.

“Oh, please, call me Brynn. Otherwise I’ll think you’re talking to my mother-in-law.” Shetook my hand but stepped closer to kiss my check as well. She was almost as tall as her husband.

“Brynn.”

“And I’m Harry. Aunt Jill mentioned something about Wills having a surprise for us. I’m just glad it isn’t another scar.”

“I understand you’re responsible for the scar Wills has on his…butt.” I watched my language. There were children around.

Harry shook my hand, his grin rueful. “Am I ever going to live that down?”

His pretty wife laughed. “Not likely, Ha. How you could think Wills was making a play for me…?”