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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 68

“Give me a few days to liquidate some stocks, and I’ll buy out your share of the house.”

“Thank you, Sweets, but there’s no rush. I’ll send out some applications to hospitals in southern California. Looks like my RN license will come in handy.”

“What will you do, Spike?”

He shrugged. “I’ll find something.”

Paul slid an arm around Spike’s shoulders and nuzzled his hair. “I’ll take care of you.”

“I know, babe, but I want to pull my own weight.” He didn’t have a claim to the house, but hedid have a share in the business. It wasn’t huge, but it was more than I’d had when I arrived in DC, so he should be okay.

“Well, gentlemen, I guess this means the business is dissolved.”

* * * *

I gave Wills a call to let him know, but again I had to leave a message. I was starting to hate that machine. “Wills, are you there? Is everything okay? Shit. We need to talk. I…I miss you, babe. Call me.”

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