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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 4

Jaybird pulled away from me. “You ain’t yakkin’ on my dick!”

I scrambled to sit up, swallowing frantically so I wouldn’t puke.

“Goddammit, I thought you were gonna be nice to him!” And then Franky hit me. He’d never hitme before. Even Poppa had never hit me in the face, not even when he’d found out I was gay.

“But…but…” I held my hand to my nose. Blood dripped through my fingers onto my chest.

“Get the fuck out of here! You can sleep on the sofa!” He turned to Jaybird. “C’mere.”

Jaybird sent a triumphant sneer my way.

I grabbed up my clothes and ran from the bedroom to the bathroom. It took a while for my nose tostop bleeding. It took a longer while for me to stop crying.

* * * *

I was making a pot of coffee when Franky came into the kitchen the next morning.

He looked unhappy when he saw my swollen nose. “Ah, baby, I’m sorry.”