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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+
Peringkat tidak cukup
122 Chs

Chapter 35

“Fine.” This time he did get the message. He might have wanted to pass it off as indifference, but I could tell I’d pissed him off. He was the one to end things, not the recipient of his attentions, who should have been uttering prayerful thanks for being selected in the first place.

The thing was I wanted what Tim and Cris had, and it was obvious I wouldn’t get that from Charles.

Of course the other boys noticed things were cool between us. Charles called me again.

“I’m not asking you for a date,” he said before I could utter a word.

“We never dated. We just fucked.”

He was silent for a moment, then said, “I—Okay, let’s forget that. How do we explain it? Your boys may be dumb as a box of rocks, but mine were aware you were coming to visit.”

“My boys aren’t dumb,” I snapped. “What makes you think I’d want them to know what a dope I was?”

Again he was silent.

“Let me give it some thought, and I’ll get back to you.”

He slammed the phone down—how rude.