Act For Me (MxM)

Coincidence (4)

Chapter 7: Coincidence (4)

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“No idea… just… my own mother spoke to me in much the same way when she was on the hospital bed…” Owen said as he looked down at the ground, for once he wasn’t acting. “She knew she wouldn’t live long… and insisted she only ever saw me with a smile on my face…”

“I didn’t… know you lost your mother…” Philip said as he looked at the man across the room, for some reason at that moment he felt a little bit closer to him, even if it was just a little.

The image of his’s mother flashed through his mind at that moment, he remembered the woman’s smile and her high pitched, always cheerful voice. “It… was a long time ago and I don’t usually talk about it but… sorry… I shouldn’t be bringing the mood down like this. Let’s go down and have dinner.” Owen said as he stood up from his chair and headed to the door. ‘Now I remember why I felt bad for this guy in the first place… he reminds me so much of me…’ He thought to himself, feeling disappointed he had broken out of character in that instance. But before Owen could place his hand on the door handle the man behind him pulled him by the shoulder and turned him around so they could face one another.

Phillip pressed the man onto the door and used his hands to block his was out. “…….” He didn’t say anything as he stared at the man.

“W-what is it?” Owen asked, this time he wasn’t purposefully stuttering, it came naturally in that moment. ‘Did I say something to upset him?’ He wondered to himself as he felt the man grab onto his chin and lift it up.

“You can’t go downstairs crying like this… they’ll think I did something to you…” Philip said as he brushed away the man’s tears with his thumb.

‘What? Am I crying?’ Oliver wondered to himself as he touched his face, sure enough he felt the wet tears that had dripped down his face. Usually he’d never break character but at that moment his emotions had gotten to him and he hadn’t even realized it yet.

“You probably didn’t realize it yourself…” Philip said as he leaned forward and planted his lips onto the man’s.

‘….!!! Is he kissing me?!’ Oliver wondered to himself as he shut his eyes, it was like his brain was moving far too slowly for him to be able to register what was happening around him.

Philip put some distance between their lips, not more than a few inches and said: “Open up…”

“Huh?” Owen opened his eyes to see the man’s face ever so close to his with a demanding look.

“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue… I can’t kiss you like this.” Philip said as he moved his hand onto the man’s lover back and the other in the back of the man’s neck, pulling his head in for a real kiss.

Reluctantly Owen did as he was told, this time the kiss was more passionate than before. “Hmp… mhp…” Their tongues intertwining, you could hear the wet sounds and light groans they exchanged.

Slowly enough Philip ended the kiss and backed away from the man again, he took a long look at the man’s face and said: “You finally stopped crying.” Which would have been romantic to say if he hadn’t spoken it in such an indifferent tone of voice.

“I… have…” Owen remarked as he touched his face again, the remainder of his tears were there but he was no longer crying. Though his face was still flushed, maybe it was due to the lack of oxygen while they were kissing, or maybe it was because the entire ordeal was so unexpected, then yet it could have been due to him crying just seconds before that…

“Let’s go down for dinner.” Philip said as he lead the man by the hand downstairs.

‘What… this guy was acting like a stone cold prick the entire day but now he kisses me and holds my hand? Did I make the wrong assumptions about this guy?’ Owen wondered to himself, he’d already broken character more than once during their interaction which made him feel ashamed of himself. But regardless of that he was still well on his way of achieving his objective which was to date Philip Monte, his target.

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“Took you two long enough.” Fiona remarked as she stood up from her seat, her mother gesturing to her to sit back down.

“Fiona, manners.” He mother said as she turned to the guest and he son. “I see you two are getting along, Fiona told me all about it.”

Their father wasn’t at the dinner table as expected, he was still being treated in the hospital. Fiona wasn’t the type to complain for such things but she hated the fact her father wasn’t there. Which might have made her mood a little more sour than it should have been for that dinner…

“I didn’t say they got along…” Fiona remarked as she looked down at her plate. Her mother shot her another warning glance as if to tell her to remain quiet.

Both Philip and Owen were seated, neither saying anything at that moment.

‘Should I try to make a good impression? No, I’ve already met their mother, she knows what the deal is, so it isn’t necessary but if I don’t do anything Philip might get suspicious. Come on… I’m supposed to play the role of an infatuated man…’ Owen composed himself again, he wasn’t going to break character or mess up this time. “Thank you so much for having me here Mrs. Monte.”

“My, my what a lovely young man… Please call me Carla, there’s no need for honorifics now is there?” She said while smiling in the man’s direction. ‘This man really is something… getting close to a difficult child like Philip is no small task…’ She thought to herself approvingly.

“I understand.” Owen nodded his head, the dinner continued rather uneventful as the three members of the Monte family didn’t speak a word more during it…