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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 39

He studied my face, then came to me and hugged me. “I’m sorry I teased you, Sweets. I’ve gotSpike to get me through the rough patches, but you’re alone.”

I shrugged. “It’s not a big deal.”

“It’ll be okay.” He ran his palm up and down my back. “You’ll find someone someday.”

“Sure, Paul.” I wouldn’t, but I closed my eyes and let him comfort me.

* * * *

The beginning of the end started on an ordinary day, with an ordinary phone call, four days after the ball.

“Mark Vincent has spoken very highly of your services, of your discretion, and I’m willing to pay to have the best.”

“Where are you? Spike is on call—”

Spike looked up from the comic book he was reading.

“—and I can have him there—”

“Oh, no, no! Vincent recommended Pretty Boy. He recommended him very highly. I’ll pay double his fee. Triple.”

“Don’t get your panties in a bunch.” I shook my head, and Spike went back to Alien vs. Predator.