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. 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. 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. 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?

Pick Up the Pieces

“Okay, then. And you can make it up to me later.”


“Okay. Turn around and let me get your back.”


I loved his back. Well, except for the scar that was a constant reminder of how close he’d come to dying. It was almost as thick as my thumb and pale, glassy. If he hadn’t told me it wasfrom a piece of flying metal, I would have sworn it was a burn.


I moved down to the taut curves of his ass cheeks. No other man’s ass had ever affected me like his did. I wanted to bite it, mark it, bury my cock in it.


As if he knew where my thoughts had gone, Wills spread his legs and angled back toward me. I ran my thumb over the crevice that separated his cheeks, over his hole, down to the balls that hung between his thighs.


“God, you’re beautiful.” I nipped his unmarked shoulder blade. “And I’d better get out and get dressed—”


Chapter 104