An Incident Halfway To Hell 8

Hoot reached out and turned Casey's face back and forth giving it the same scrutiny he once did when they touched up each other's skin toner during a shoot. "Looks like I'm safe," he jibed, smiling, "nothing's changed, you're just as ugly as ever."

They dallied around the kitchen while Hoot gave Casey an update on Melva. He agreed that she was getting more erratic, too much booze, too many pills, he said. He was hoping probation might keep her sober long enough to see what she was doing to herself, but so far all it had done was to make her more difficult.

"She's really a pain sometimes. Her last album isn't selling well and she's blaming everyone."

"Why the hell do you put up with her?" Casey asked.

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"She's family." It was all Hoot had to say on the subject.

Casey finally agreed that a little 'vacation' might be best under the circumstances, then a clock somewhere in the house struck two and Hoot stood up and stretched, "It's been a hell of day for me, I'm ready for bed, how 'bout you?"

"Lead the way." Casey replied stifling a yawn.

He padded along behind feeling the chill of the tile floor through thin stockings. The alcove didn't lead to a hall as he first assumed it was just an indentation in the wall hiding another massive carved door and a narrow linen closet. Hoot ushered Casey into a large bedroom and bath complex with a single oversized bed occupying one end of the room. Surprised, Casey asked, "Where do I sleep?"

"Right here, I guess, or you can try one of the couches. Sorry, I've only got one bed. Is that a problem?"

"Well . . . I guess not unless you kick all night, or hog the covers."

Casey's puckish streak took over and he eyed the bed as though suddenly apprehensive, "Tell me something - are those sheets clean? I mean, who knows what you've been doing out here." He dodged and made it to the bathroom just as a pillow sailed passed his head.

"Missed me!" he laughed.

When he emerged, he half expected another pillow in the face, but instead found Hoot already sacked out. Casey stripped to his shorts and slid under the covers and as he turned off the light, he noticed Hoot's underwear tossed on a chair. That didn't particularly surprise him, he knew Hoot's habit of sleeping nude, only this was the first time they ever shared a bed. Still, it was king sized with plenty of space, no need to get up tight about it, he told himself.

"Goodnight, Case." Hoot muttered sleepily as he rolled to his side.

"'Night" Casey responded.

Hoot's tiredness soon displayed itself. In a matter of minutes he was softly snoring while Casey lie awake staring into the darkness and trying to sort out the events of the last few hours. It occurred to him that if Melva ever found out about Hoot taking a hand in this affair, his job would be history, cousin or no. The only saving aspect of this otherwise miserable evening was finding Hoot totally unaffected by his rapid advancement at Birchline. He was a rock. Not money or position seemed to change him, just as the parties had never changed him back when they were both bit actors in Melva's videos. Casey's mind drifted to those days, the good times and the bad, especially the bad, and it seemed that Hoot was always able to handle anything that came his way, even Casey's deepest, darkest secret.

He had been with Melva for nearly two years when that confidence took place. Four or five music videos, a pair of tours and a million parties punctuated that time span and with it, an awakening to an aspect of himself that Casey didn't know existed - and one that he couldn't acknowledge even to himself. Around Melva it was smorgasbord of sex with half the parties degenerating into drug driven orgies and Casey found that he willing partnered not only women, but with men if they made advances. At first he blamed it on the booze, but as it happened again and again, he realized it wasn't just the drink. With men he found an easy comfort that he had never discovered in his relationships with women. He tried to deny it while at the same time hiding it from his friends - Hoot in particular. Casey thought he knew Hoot's feelings when it came to gays. Among the crew there were only two outwardly gay men, Jerome and Randy and Hoot held both in utter contempt. Oh, he never let it show, but Casey felt it, just as he felt himself becoming worthless in his friend's eyes. Instead of facing it square on, he went from a party drinker to alcoholic in a matter of months, missing rehearsals and fouling up when he did appear. Again Hoot took charge. He dragging Casey to rehab clinic, standing by him throughout the ordeal and afterwards as well, and when Casey finally broke down and spilled his guts, he discovered to his amazement that Hoot didn't give a hoot.

"You were worried about what I'd think? Jesus Case, I'm touched, I really am, but you're an idiot! Look around you, half the people in Hollywood are gay and the other half switch from time to time."

"You don't"

"No, so far I've never had that urge, but that doesn't mean it bothers me.

"Well, then why do you dislike, Jerome and Randy so much?"

Hoot snorted, "Because they're dipshits! Those two are always fucking up and always blaming someone else for it. I can't stand people like that!"

Casey had been so wrapped up in his own problems that he paid little attention to what was going on at Birchline: His friend's words were like a weight lifting off his chest, he sighed, the tenseness suddenly gone. Hoot caught him up in a bear hug and gave him a squeeze, "Don't worry about it, Buddy. If you ever turn into a dipshit, I'll tell you fast enough."

Casey smiled in the dark as he recalled that incident and Hoot's off the cuff advice that followed,

"You know Case, there's no law saying you have to announce it to the world. It doesn't mean much anyway, if you ever become well know, the tabloids will have you in bed with men and women you've never heard of. This is Hollywood, the land of dreams so if I were you I'd keep the mystery alive for as long as possible. It makes for a more diversified press."

His confession changed nothing between them, except that Casey stopped worrying. He also stayed off the booze, although he had to admit that when sober, Melva's parties weren't nearly as much fun. In compensation though it seemed like he and Hoot became even better friends afterward. No more lying - no more half told truths.

Hoot's friendship mattered a great deal to Casey, so much so that he now worried that his inclinations in the male direction might make him wander in his sleep. It was a thought that upset him almost as much as the actuality would upset Hoot. It left him lying uncomfortably awake until weariness took the upper hand, stealing those and all other thoughts away.

As he drifted toward morning, Casey had a dream and for once it wasn't of Melva and a flock of lawyers chasing after him. This time he was being wrapped in a warm sensuous blanket while someone gently caressed his hair. It was an erotic and tender fantasy, so sweet it almost seemed real and he slowly awoke to find himself wrapped not in a blanket, but trapped within warm, strong arms. He was spooned in the curve of a muscular body, legs entwined, an out flow of warm breath ruffling his hair as softly as a lover's touch. For a moment he didn't know where he was, or who held him so securely, then he remembered: Hoot! And at that very same moment he realized that Hoot had an enormous morning erection.

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