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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+
Pas assez d’évaluations
122 Chs

Chapter 42

Once they were finished with me, I went back and sat down at Paul’s bedside. After a few minutes, I got up and paced to the sliding doors of the ED. I stared out of them, then turned and went back to Paul. I glanced at my watch and repeated the procedure.

This time I passed close to a doctor in a white lab coat talking to a nurse in blue scrubs. “Eh,” he said. “He’s got a grocery list of injuries.”

I didn’t pay much attention until the doctor mentioned the lacerated scalp, and then I playedback the list. A collapsed lung, four fractured ribs, a broken nose, a dislocated elbow, cuts,scrapes, and contusions, the scalp wound…Paul. My stomach twisted, and I thought I was going to throw up.

“Excuse me. Water fountain?”

They pointed me in the direction, and I bolted toward it. You can’t fall apart, I told myself as I gulped down some water. That won’t do Paul any good at all. A couple of deep breaths and Iresumed my pacing.