Dexter.” Jesse thought Dexter was talking to him. He stared at Dexter’s naked body with
glaring eyes. “I’ve been dying to sink my teeth into your sweet ass since the first day you
took off your clothes for the camera. You look good in that position.”
Dexter rolled his eyes. “What are you doing in here? Why didn’t you knock…or
call first?” Normally, he would have pulled the covers up. But Lang’s dick was still in his
body and Lang was on the blankets. There was nothing else close by to use as a cover.
And though Jesse couldn’t see that Lang’s invisible dick was up his ass, Dexter was, for
all intents and purposes, in the perfect position to get fucked.
Jesse licked his lips. “I did knock. The dog even barked. But no one answered. So
I just came up here on my own to see if you were okay. I think you wanted me to come
up.” He jerked his dick a few times and stared at Dexter’s kinky boots. “This is one hot
jerk-off session, man.” Jesse reached out and grabbed Dexter’s right nipple. He smiled and shook his dick.
“Let’s have some fun tonight.”
Dexter was about to throw him out. But when Jesse put his hand on Dexter’s
nipple, Captain Lang lifted Dexter off his dick and got out of the bed. “I’ve had enough,”
Lang said.
Dexter got out on the other side of the bed and said to Lang, “I’ll take care of
this.”
Jesse thought Dexter was talking about his dick. “I know you will,” he said. “I’ll
bet you know just how to take care of this.”
“And I’m going to take care of
you
,” Captain Lang said. He was talking to Jesse.
“This guy has it coming, Dexter. How dare he walk in here and wave his dick back and
forth at you? Who the hell does he think he is? I’ll take care of the presumptuous little
fuck so he never does anything like this again for as long as he lives.”
“He doesn’t mean any harm,” Dexter said.
But it was too late. Lang crossed to the door and slammed it shut, then pushed the
table next to the door forward. The table was stacked with books. It fell with a loud crash;
the books on top of the table scattered all over the floor. And just in case that wasn’t
enough, he picked the table up and shoved it against the wall as hard as he could.
When the door slammed and the table went over, Jesse’s jaw dropped. It looked
as if these things were moving on their own. Jesse couldn’t catch his breath. He shoved
his dick back into his pants and pulled up his zipper. The antique table had uneven legs; it
rocked for a long time. Jesse stared at it for a minute, then said, “What the fuck?” Captain Lang pressed his palm to his stomach and laughed. Then he opened the
door as wide as it would go and said, “Now get the hell out of here.”
Jesse couldn’t hear Captain Lang. But when he saw the door open all by itself, he
ran to the doorway and shouted, “I’m out of here. There’s something fucking weird about
this place. I’ll be back with the crew in the morning, Dexter.”
Dexter heard Jesse run down the hall, then heard Jesse’s feet on the stairs. When
Dexter heard the front door slam shut, he turned to the window and looked outside. Jesse
ran to his rental car, jumped inside, and switched on the engine. He backed out of the
driveway so fast he left indentations in the gravel. Then he pulled away from the curb
with such intensity Dexter heard a loud screech and the whish of his tires racing down
Commercial Street.
While Dexter was still looking out the window, Captain Lang walked up behind
him. He placed his hands on Dexter’s hips and said. “Let’s finish what we started before
that idiot interrupted us.” Then Lang lifted his erection and rested it in the center of
Dexter’s ass.
Dexter sighed. “I’m going to have a lot of explaining to do tomorrow,” he said.
Captain Lang pushed him forward with one hand and pushed his legs apart with
the other. Then he inserted his penis into Dexter’s hole and said, “He’ll never repeat what
he saw here tonight. And if he does, no one will ever believe him. Besides, he doesn’t
want anyone to know that he’s gay or that he tried to fuck you. Trust me, what happened
here tonight will never be repeated. I’ve run across his kind before.” Dexter smiled and arched his back. “I guess you’re right,” he said. Then he
laughed. “You should have seen him running down the walk to his car. Too bad we
couldn’t get that on camera.”
Chapter Thirteen
When Marion and Brighton returned to Boston on Sunday night, Dexter stopped
for a quick dinner at a small restaurant, then drove right home. It was just the three of
them. Kellan and Paige didn’t follow Dexter to the airport that day. On Saturday morning,
Jesse had called and said they wouldn’t be shooting any scenes that weekend. He’d said
that he wanted to stay in his hotel with Kellan and Paige and view the scenes he already
had. Dexter had a feeling Jesse was upset about what had happened Friday night and he
was avoiding Keel Cottage. But Dexter didn’t care and he didn’t ask questions. Jesse
shouldn’t have walked into his house unannounced. Besides, Dexter was more than
happy to have the entire weekend alone with Captain Lang. Lang had fucked him so
many times that weekend, and in so many different parts of the house, he could barely
walk.
On the drive back to Provincetown, Brighton talked about her trip to Hollywood
in the back seat of the car until her eyes grew heavy and her head fell back. Before she
closed her eyes, she said it had been nice seeing Michael, but she’d missed Dexter and
Cleo and she was happy to be home.
Marion rode in the front seat with Dexter. Her feet were crossed at the ankles and
her fingers were wrapped around the handle on her purse. When Dexter knew Brighton
was sleeping, he rubbed his jaw and asked Marion, “How was Michael?” “He was fine, Mr. Moore,” she said. “We had a lovely time. It was good for
Brighton. She loves him very much.” She smiled and stared at the dark road through the
windshield.
But Dexter wanted more information. He had a feeling she wasn’t telling him
everything. “What is his new condo like? Is it nice?”
Marion frowned and stared down at her pocketbook. She fumbled with the leather
handle for a moment, then said, “It’s very small. But it’s nice. He has a room all set up
for Brighton. I slept in his bedroom and he slept on the sofa.”
“I see.”
Then Marion took a deep breath and sighed. “I know it’s none of my business, Mr.
Moore. But I think he’s having serious trouble with money. The condo is small. I
couldn’t help overhearing a few things while he was talking on the phone. I tried not to
listen, but he was outside on the balcony. The balcony was right next to the bathroom and
I couldn’t get out fast enough.”
Dexter frowned. “It’s okay, Marion,” he said. “I know you’d never eavesdrop on
purpose. What did you hear?”
“I know he’s working on a new project,” she said. “It’s some kind of TV show
he’s pitching to a few networks next month. But I also heard him talking to someone
about the condo he just bought. He has a mortgage and he’s not sure if he’s going to be
able to make the payments. I even heard him say he might lose it to the bank.” She sighed
and shook her head. “I didn’t want to hear these things, Mr. Moore. It was wrong.” Dexter took a deep breath and ran his fingers through his hair. “I know you didn’t,
Marion. But I’m glad you told me about this. You didn’t do anything wrong, and I’m not
going to repeat this to anyone.”
Marion smoothed out her skirt and said, “Thank you, Mr. Moore. It will be so
good to sleep in my own bed tonight. I missed Keel Cottage.” She pressed her finger to
her lips and hesitated. “If I might ask, Mr. Moore, did anything unusual happen while you
were alone this weekend?”
Dexter laughed. “Nothing at all, Marion,” he said. “It was a quiet, boring
weekend.”
On Monday morning, Jesse and the crew came back to Keel Cottage and started
shooting again. Jesse smiled and joked around as if nothing had ever happened, and
Dexter went right along with him. They were in the kitchen sipping coffee and Marion
was preparing breakfast for Brighton. Captain Lang stood in the corner of the room, with
his arms folded across his chest. Cleo was on the floor by his feet. Lang was quiet, for the
most part, but when he thought Dexter wasn’t looking he played a few harmless jokes on
Jesse. Whenever Jesse would put down his coffee mug, Lang would push it very slowly
to the other side of the counter. When Jesse put his cell phone on the counter, Lang
purposely swiped it to the floor. Each time something like this happened, Jesse would just
smile and pretend there was nothing wrong. But his eyebrow started to twitch and his
voice always went up an octave higher.
Later that day, while the crew was on a lunch break, Dexter went up to his study
and phoned Michael. He began by thanking Michael for taking care of Brighton, then
slowly worked money into the conversation. He didn’t hold back. He told Michael he knew about his financial troubles and offered to pay off the mortgage on his condo.
Captain Lang stood beside the fireplace and listened. Dexter didn’t mind; he had no
secrets from Lang.
When Michael refused to take Dexter’s money, Captain Lang’s eyebrows went up.
But Dexter insisted. He told Michael that he wanted him to have a place to live and that
he always wanted Brighton to have a safe place to go when she went out to Hollywood to
visit him. Michael had a huge ego and a strong stubborn streak; he liked to be the
breadwinner and he liked to be in control. It wasn’t easy for Dexter to convince him to
accept money or any other kind of support.
After an hour of talking, they finally agreed Dexter would pay off the mortgage
on Michael’s condo and Dexter would pay the monthly condo fees, taxes, and other bills
until Michael’s new project got off the ground. Michael didn’t jump up and down
shouting praise, but he did quietly thank Dexter at the end of the conversation. Dexter
could tell by the tone of his voice that he was sincere.
When Dexter hung up, Captain Lang frowned. “I have to admit. That was a nice
thing to do. I don’t think I would have done it.”
Dexter shrugged. “We have a child together and I want our relationship to always
remain amicable for Brighton’s sake. When we split up it was hard on her. There are few
things more difficult than telling your child that her happy childhood is over, her family
doesn’t exist anymore, and that life will never be the same again. She was devastated. But
the fact that we’ve always been able to remain good friends has given her reassurance.
Besides, I still love Michael. I know that I’ll never go back with him, and I’m not in love
with him anymore. But I do have feelings for him. And I don’t want to see him suffer. He’s good at production and he has a good reputation in Hollywood. He’ll be back on his
feet soon enough.”
Captain Lang frowned. “I think this is very noble of you,” he said. “But I have to
ask one thing. If you pay off his home and take on all his bills until he does get back on
his feet, how are you going to do it? Did this TV show really pay you that much? I’m not
prying. I’m just worried about you, Dexter.”
Dexter took a quick, shallow breath. “I’m okay for now,” he said. “I can handle
Keel Cottage and Michael’s bills for a while if I’m careful and I budget well. But I’m still
going to have to find another source of income. I need something solid that will provide
security.” He stood up and crossed to where Captain Lang was standing. He put his arms
around Lang’s shoulders and rested his head on Lang’s chest. “I don’t want to have to go
back to Hollywood to make money. I want to stay here, in Keel Cottage, where I’m
happy.”
Later that afternoon, Jesse Barlow wanted to get a scene of Dexter taking down
all the Halloween decorations with Brighton. Kellan and Paige stood at the far end of the
front porch with the camera, and Jesse directed them from the front lawn. It was a cool,
breezy afternoon. Marion’s shawl kept falling off her shoulder whenever she lifted her
arm to remove the decorations from the Halloween tree. Captain Lang was sitting on a
wicker loveseat and Cleo was resting next to his feet.
When the black tree was empty and the Halloween lights had been removed,
Dexter took it apart in three sections and shoved it into a large cardboard box. He closed
the lid and taped it shut. Brighton was standing next to him, wrapping a strand of lights around her small wrist. She frowned and said, “I hate to see the tree come down. It was
