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Impress Me (MxM) part 2

Chapter 3: Christmas Movie (3)

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The pressure Conan felt above his shoulders was like a heavy rock was crushing him down. He was amazed there was such a person with such strength and average looks like the man that held him down.

“You have a surprisingly good face, unlike all the others they’ve send me…” The man continued as if speaking to himself.

“Send what? Get the f**k off me! You shitty bastard!” Conan couldn’t take it anymore and finally yelled out, maybe it was something he wanted to do for the longest time. As if catching the man off guard he managed to stand up and overpower him even if it was for one moment it was all he needed…

“Hoo? So you’re not one of them after all.” The man had a gleeful smile on his face as he grabbed onto Conan’s shirt and threw him off himself using his legs. He stood up quickly and dusted off his suit that had gotten dirty from rolling on the ground.

“You stupid prick…” Conan felt an ache all the way down to his legs. He’d been pinned down, thrown off, ate concrete and he lost the role of a lifetime… This was the worst. But as he thought it was all over the man approached him and touched his face.

“Hm… you got hurt, it would take time to recover.” The man remarked.

“No, s**t, Sherlock. Not like it matters…” Conan said as he pushed the man’s hands off of himself.

“Why’s that?” The man asked him with his hands now crossed in front of his chest.

“My dream ends today, it was the last audition I’ll ever go to. So that’s that.” Conan had no reason to say these things to a complete stranger but in his mind it no longer mattered either. And at the same time… he wanted to vent, because this wasn’t something he’d ever tell his mother, he wouldn’t want to hurt her. “I’ve done everything, I went to auditions for years… I’ve studied hard, I’ve tried my best, played every extra role possible but never got above that, never got paid either… I worked so hard for nothing all this time and now… I’m… actually…”

It was one thing to think about it, but to finally be faced with the harsh reality of the world around him, Conan cried… for the first time in his life he cried and it was in front of another person at that…

Repressed emotions always became a burden to the holder…

“All I ever wanted was to act… but I’ve been shown one set back after the next… and no matter how many times I tried and how hard I work… why is it that I never get further ahead?! Why!? There are people out there that become famous over night! They post one social media video and they have everything! Why is it me!? Me that I actually want to pursue this… that I ended up like… like…” Conan’s tears flowed openly. He was a pitiful sight. The words he’d wanted to say, the questions he wanted to ask the universe…

Why must one try so hard and not succeed while others get everything handed to them easily?

It wasn’t fair…

“You done?” The man with black framed glasses approached him once more and then delivered a slap across Conan’s face.

Conan was so in shock he couldn’t move a single muscle.

“How many people in the world do you think get to do what they want for work? You think you’re special because you work hard?” Those weren’t the words the man wanted to hear… obviously Conan would have much preferred it if the other hadn’t spoken to him at all, if he had just ignored him then maybe… it wouldn’t be so painful right now.

“Don’t act like you know anything! I’m the one that’s lived it! You don’t get to tell me I didn’t do enough! Because I did everything I could!” Conan defended himself, although a part of him felt justified in his words, another part of him felt like he was in the wrong.

“And what do you have to show for it? No named roles were you might or might not even be in the final product?” The man’s harsh words continued to drill into the other man the very things he wanted to avoid.

“If you truly want to get ahead then… How about I give you a hand?” The man asked with a smirk on his face that felt somewhat sinister at that moment.

“Help, how?” Conan asked with great suspicion. “You’re not going to talk about the stupid cigarette again, are you?” He mocked the man openly but then the other responded with a certain air of seriousness that he hadn’t expected from him.

“I’ll give you the role you deserve, if you do something for me in exchange.” The man said while pulling him in an kissing him deeply.

“Ngh… Mghm,! Ph!” Conan felt his entire body go numb, the air leaving his lungs and the deeper and longer the kiss was, the less he felt like he could stand on is own.

The other man didn’t seem tired at all, and his hands carefully crept downwards to caress Conan’s ass and squeeze his cheeks. As he finally let go of him, Conan looked like a mess, his entire face was bright red, he was out of breath and there was a drip of saliva slipping down the edge of his mouth.

“Just… what is your deal!?” Conan tried to attack the man that had forced himself on him but the other avoided him skillfully and grabbed his hand, pinning it behind the other’s back without as much as a movement wasted.

“The deal is, you become mine for a night.” The man said with a smile. “Then I will give you that role you so desperately wanted.” The way his voice sounded was so free of anger or malice and yet his words were completely unbelievable.

“As if I’d fall for that! You psycho!” Conan struggled and released himself from the other’s grip, staring at him dispassionately. “There’s no way you can give me a role that’s already been given away! The entire audition was a hoax from the beginning!” He yelled at him and the other grabbed his mouth and shut it closed.

“I don’t break my promises, if I will do something, then I will.” The man spoke in a warning manner. “Tonight you’ll get a call for the role, then I would like you to come to this address tomorrow evening after you sign the contract. That right?”

“f**k off…” Conan disregarded the man and left. His heart pounding wildly after this ridiculous experience.

“If it was that easy to get a role… then I would have gotten one already…” Conan mumbled quietly under his breath. Feeling like the weight of the world was on top of his shoulders and that he couldn’t carry it any longer.

The worst part about his day would be having to face his mother and tell her what happened that day… yet… he couldn’t even find the words to begin describing it…

Chapter 4: Christmas Movie (4)

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Dragging his feet Conan finally arrived in front of his apartment and his mother was already there at the kitchen table, however unlike usual she didn’t have a cheery expression on her face, she was in deep sleep. Her head of almost completely gray hair resting onto the table and the expression on her face looked almost like she was in agony, was she having a dream or a nightmare?

One would argue that the life they lived in was enough of a nightmare…

Beneath her were papers that Conan was probably never supposed to see… An eviction notice, late payments for bills… many, many of them… One after another Conan observed them carefully and then saw his mother’s phone. She had been calling people, asking to borrow money, an expired credit card, then another and another…

They were much worse off than he could have imagined… but his mother always hid it away from him, just so he would continue on with his dream.

Maybe a part of him finally found himself resolute enough to give up, but then again there was always that voice in the back of his mind that repeated how much he wanted to keep on going…

“Mom… you should go to bed if you’re going to sleep.” Conan carefully woke up his mother with a gentle pat on her back.

Karen woke up with a bit of a startle as she hurriedly put away the papers on the table. “Dear, you’re already back! How did the audition go?” She asked with a careful smile on her face.

Those words… in that tone. Why was his mother a better actor than he was? It felt like there was no suffering in her voice, all of that for her to pretend to be alright all that effort for ultimately a son that couldn’t even succeed, not once… It was heartbreaking…

“Mom, I’m…” As Conan was about to confess, he stopped himself, his mother’s eyes glowed with expectation, they glowed with love. It felt like him telling her the truth would break her completely…

But the worst part was that Conan knew, his mother would just accept it with a smile and continue life as always… that made him more miserable than ever before…

“I…” Conan couldn’t speak as his phone rang. It was the same number that was on the audition’s pamphlet. He took the call and to his surprise he… had gotten the role?!

“That’s… I got it…” Conan turned to look at his mother who hugged him.

“I knew you would… because you’ve worked so hard…” Karen spoke as if it had been obvious, but her hands were shaking, they were still cold, Conan could tell she felt relieved…

The next morning almost exactly as that man with black framed glasses and glossy black hair had told him, he went to sign the contract... He was even given a sighing bonus that he quickly transferred half of to his mother’s account. It was like his world was slowly coming together…

There was only one more thing left for him to do…

Conan headed to the address on the card he was given. It was a hotel in the off skirts of a nearby city, quite a drive away but this time he had the money to travel there.

He was let into this luxurious hotel after mentioning the name written on the card Maxwell Grand… Was that the name of the man he’d spoken to? If so he must have been important but Conan had never heard of him before.

“You really came?” Maxwell sat there in his bathrobe, his hair was still slightly dripping with water, he held a wine glass in his left hand and smiled at the man. He wasn’t wearing his glasses at that moment…

“Of course… it was a deal…” Conan remarked although he looked nervous, he approached him and sat down at the sofa.

“So? You’re saying you’re willing to do what I tell you to?” Maxwell asked as he gently waved his glass back and forth, he observed the man’s face which wasn’t bruised surprisingly, but his body was and it was apparent as he lifted up the man’s shirt slightly to tease him.

“On the condition… that… you continue to support me.” Conan spoke in a bit of a low mutter as he hesitantly reached out his arm, the other grabbed him and pressed him down onto the sofa.

“Arrogant of you to think you have a choice in the matter.” As Maxwell said that he poured over his wine glass onto the man’s face and body. “I’m the one that makes the rules here…” He said while smiling vividly, he lowered himself to kiss the man’s lips and lick the wine he’d purposefully spilled.

“I’m not… arrogant, I just need to succeed.” Conan said as he held onto the man’s robe and pulled it apart, taking it off him. Beneath Maxwell wasn’t wearing anything at all, he was completely naked. “I’m well worth your while, when it comes to acting and otherwise.” Conan spoke with an overconfident expression on his face.

“I’ll be the judge of that.” Maxwell said as he leaned back onto the sofa and spread his legs. Pulling Conan’s head down towards his crotch. “Here… service me and I’ll see if I want to support you further than this. Who knows if you do badly I might even take the role away from you.” He teased him but there was no way fro Conan to know if the man was being sincere or not.

Conan lowered himself willfully, the wine that had spilled onto his lips had found its way inside his mouth after the man had kissed him. He opened his lips and teased the man’s c**k.

Maxwell had absolutely no reaction, he stood there like an iceberg. This seemed to push Conan to perform all the more. He used both his hands to caress Maxwell’s girth kiss along it. His movements becoming a little rougher at times, he finally took it into his mouth and plopped his head up and down it’s length continuously.

Maxwell’s breath seemed a bit more shallow than before, Conan took this as somewhat of an encouragement that he might have needed as he continued to tease the man. Using one of his hands to caress the other’s balls, Maxwell was already fully erect, but Conan’s mouth was already getting tired the more he had to do this.

It felt like it had been so long but it had barely been three minutes since he started. ‘Isn’t this guy ever going to c*m!?’ Conan wondered to himself as suddenly the other stopped him and lifted his chin up. This caused the man’s c**k to slip out of Conan’s mouth, leaving a messy string of saliva and a sound of wetness in the air.

“If that’s all you’re capable of doing then, I shouldn’t have bet anything on you.” The iceberg Maxwell looked bored, incredibly bored. And this made Conan’s face flush in a bright red he hadn’t known possible, so he did something he’d never imagined he’d ever do in this lifetime…

END of Impress Me