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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?

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122 Chs

Chapter 88

“Everything all set?”

“Yeah.” Paul gazed around the apartment that had been home for the past ten years. “I’m…I’m…”

“Yeah, Paul.” I could feel my throat start to ache.

He cleared his throat. “Thanks for the offer to drive us to the airport,” he said to Wills, his words a little stiff. There was still some tension between the two of them.

“Not a problem.” Wills had arranged to take a personal day off from work.

“Spike, help Wills carry the bags down to the car, okay? Sweets…Theo…I just want to go through the place to make sure I have everything.”

“Sure.”

Wills’s eyebrow was raised, but he grabbed the handles of the two suitcases with the totes fastened to them and wheeled them out. Spike followed him with a couple of carry-ons dangling from his shoulders.

“Do you want to check your room first, or the living room, or—and promise to let me know if you want me to ship the rest of your furniture—”

“Theo, I have everything. I wanted to talk to you alone.”