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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 49

I got out of the car, almost dancing as he followed me up the stairs. I could feel his eyes on my ass the whole way up.

I opened the door to the apartment and gestured for him to enter.

“Nice place.”

“Thanks. We like it.” I removed my jacket and hung it in the closet, extended my hand, and took his overcoat. I hung it beside mine.

He looked around the foyer. “Who…uh…who did the decorating?”

“I did. Let me put the coffee on, and I’ll give you the grand tour.” I caught his hand and tugged him along after me as I went into the kitchen. I blushed as I saw the condition I’d left it in. “Sorry,” I mumbled as I took one of the pots off the stove and put it on the island so I’d have a free burner. “Spike was supposed to clean up after lunch.”

“That’s all right.” He gazed at the pots on the stove. “You should have a pot rack.”