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. 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. 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. 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 48

“Do you two need a lift?”

One of the boys had wanted a car. He’d bought a battered old heap for chicken feed, worked on it in his spare time, and got it running like a charm. When he’d moved on to every rent boy’s dream—being kept by a rich man—he’d left the car behind, and it was stored in the garage at the rear of the property. We rarely used it. For the most part it was just easier for us to get around DC using mass transit.

However, it had been a hellacious long day, and I wasn’t in the mood to wait for a bus.

I glanced at Wills. He was looking at me. I was good at reading people’s expressions—it helped in my line of work—and I grinned. Yep, definitely still interested. I turned to Vincent. “We’re good.”

“Don’t keep him up too late.” Did Vincent have any idea what I wanted to do to William Matheson if he gave me the opportunity? I almost missed what Vince said next. “Matheson, I won’t be in until after the autopsy…”

Autopsy?

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