Make Me Choose (M/MF)

[DeeperThanRed]

This is my first proper story in a while and my first ever story with a female main character, so any feedback is appreciated.



Chapter 1

Graves slumped into the first bar chair he found, letting out a loud sigh. The work was absolute hell this week - the 35-year-old mechanic was usually able to pick and choose which jobs to accept and which ones to direct to other shops, but there were more than once special requests from his frequent customers, and it was the perfect storm of overwork.

He ordered a whiskey and took a quick look around the bar. He was too stressed out to deal with any sort of wine and dine date. What he needed was some good old-fashioned no-strings-attached session with someone sharing the same kinks as him.

Every regular who was familiar with Graves also knew that he wasn't a modest man. He kept himself in excellent shape, muscles shaped by both long hours at the repair shop and gym. His shapely body was framed nicely by his jeans and leather bomber jacket. His ash-blond hair that fell onto his shoulders and eyes gave some mystique to his looks, while his stubbled jaw screamed "daddy" to any interested parties.

Partners of any gender were never something he had any trouble finding. No, fending them off was the real issue.

As he sipped his drink, Graves's green eyes spotted a suitable target: short, twink-ish, athletic. Probably a virgin but, judging by the looks he gave to the other men in the bar, probably not closeted. Likely a sub if his choker was anything to go by. Graves could show the kid a rope or two, and in return, he could learn how far the boy's legs could bend...

"Mister Graves? Is that you, sir?"

Graves swore internally, turning towards the questioning voice. A familiar young man, built like a quarterback, was staring adoringly at him. "I was hoping I'd come across you here."

"Hugo, it's... nice seeing you here." Graves had a good idea how this would turn out from experience. "I've just stopped by for a quick drink..."

The kid looked crestfallen. "Oh... I was hoping we could have a chat. You know, talk about stuff." He pouted, playing with the collar of his shirt, where a button across his chest was clinging onto its dear life to keep his shirt closed.

Normally, Graves would say yes. Hugo was hot, no matter how you looked at it. He was even taller and beefier than the mechanic himself, which contrasted with his puppy-like personality. His clean-cut, classically handsome face and brown crew cut gave the impression that he was vanilla, but Graves knew for a fact that Hugo was an eager-to-please submissive.

However, whenever Hugo was close, she wasn't far...

"You should stop frowning so much when you're thinking," a woman with long, black hair and a short, miniskirt of the same color sat beside the duo. "I know some dig the grumpy look, but you're making yourself look old. Not that I complain."

"Yvein," Graves greeted her, accepting the fact that any hopes of having a stress-relieving night were completely and utterly dashed.

The woman in question winked, expertly taking her glass of wine from the bartender. Whereas Hugo was young and bulky, Yvein was close in age to Graves, with smoky, dark eyes and pale legs that seemed to go on forever. Her hair was an attractive mess of waves as always, and her dress did little to hide how well-endowed she was.

"Graves," Yvein gave him a perfectly rouged smile. "Choir boy," Yvein nodded, drawing a growl from Hugo. Yvein was just about the only person who could get a raise out of the young jock. "Funny, whenever I see one of you, the other isn't far away."

Graves was aware of that. In fact, this was one of the most constant, most annoying coincidences of his life for the past six months.

“Maybe you just like to interrupt us every time I try to have a chat with Mr. Graves,” Hugo offered bitterly.

Yvein tapped her chin. “That might be it. Or you just don’t know how to back down when adults are talking.”

Hugo brought down a fist on the counter, drawing curious looks from all around the bar. “I’ll have you know I turned 22 last month!”

Graves wanted to bury his face in his hands. Two hot people fighting over him would sound like a dream come true to him a year ago, but this situation was getting ridiculous. It had been months since he got laid because whenever he went cruising, these two were there, bickering up a storm and scaring off all the potential candidates.

And the worst of all? He was down bad for both of them. It’d be his dream come true if it were only Yvein or Hugo who offered themselves on a silver platter. Anything so that he didn’t have to choose one.

“This isn’t going anywhere,” Yvein got up and picked up her purse. “Graves, you should stop entertaining this boy.”

“He’s not ‘entertaining’ me, you, you-” Hugo stammered, failing to find a curse word.

Enough was enough.

Graves knocked his drink down and slammed a handful of bills to the counter, silencing both of them. “I’m leaving.” He announced loudly. “And both of you,” he pointed at the now-quiet duo staring at him, dumbstruck, “are going to follow me.”

If they wanted Graves to choose one of them, fine. Let’s see how well they could convince him.

To be continued...

[owenlewisgrey]

yes... do please convince him...
Nice start, looking forward to the next parts.