At the DMV

As they drove, Ted was doing his damnedest to give Aaron a good groping. Not wanting to be manhandled, in every sense of the word, Aaron **** himself to hold Teds mischievous hand. He knew Ted was going to be happy with any attention he was given, which made the simple action of holding his hand all the worse.

They pulled into the parking lot of the DMV and were lucky to find a spot to park. After they got out, Ted practically ran to Aaron's side. His arm wrapped around Aaron's waist and his hand slipped into his back pocket.

“What the fuck is wrong with this guy? He is like a horny teenager. I really should just sock him in the jaw...” Aaron thought looking up into Ted's face.

The bigger man looked down, grinning at Aaron and Aaron **** a smile onto his red lips. He couldn't act out, not yet at least. He would just need to put up with this for a little while longer. They entered and Aaron's heart sank. The room was packed with people and the line to get started was wrapping around the place. Any hope of just getting in and out went right out the window.

“I'm going to die here,” Aaron said, voicing his frustration.

“Don't worry, babe. I've got all day,” He said giving Aaron's butt a squeeze cause Aaron to yelp in surprise.

“What the hell makes you think I give a damn? What about me? What about my needs?” Aaron thought, hating every second he was having with Ted.

They stand in line as it moves at a snail's pace forward. Luckily they are in public, which keeps Ted from just bending Aaron over and doing what he clearly wants to do...Aaron's thoughts drift back to the basement of his new house while Ted rubbed his ass through the jeans pocket. How he had gotten stuck and what he did with Ted...

“...No...what Ted did TO me,” Aaron corrected himself.

“Next!”

Aaron shook his head and pranced up to the open counter in his kitten heels. The man sitting there looked up at Aaron and suddenly sat back a moment, as if he just woke up after seeing him. A smile slide onto his tired face which faltered when he saw Ted.

“Oh, hey Ted,” he said with a **** smile that Aaron noticed.

“Yo Darrel. I was hoping you were working today, bud. You think you can help us out? My girl here needs a new license. Erin, give him the paper the cob gave you,” he said, not noticing that Aaron was in already in the process of handing it over.

Aaron wasn't able to stop himself from rolling his eyes, hard, and grimacing. Darrel and Aaron exchanged a look that let them both know how they felt about Ted. Darrel read over the sheet the Sargent had given Erin and made a few notes. He gave them the sheet back as well as a card with a number on it.

“Wait for them to call the number and then head right up and hand them that. Thanks for your patience,” Darrel told Aaron with a genuine smile.

“What the fuck, dude? Can't you slip us in ahead of the line or something? I thought you were going to help a bro out.” Ted complained.

“Sorry, this is the best I can do,” Darrel said flatly.

“Thank you, Darrel. I really appreciate it,” Aaron spoke up, which returned the smile to Darrel's face.

Aaron walked away, forcing Ted to follow, and they found an open spot along the wall until a seat opened up.

“Waiting to wait...wonderful,” Aaron sighed.

Ted had his hand over Aaron's shoulder, not giving him and personal space. Once they got a pair of open seats, it was just a matter of waiting. Ted fidgeted in his seat in a way that told Aaron that he would definitely not be there if we wasn't actively trying to have sex with him...again.

They waited for a long time before Aaron's number was called. The process after that was simple. He handed over his sheet, it was processed, and then they took his picture. In a flash, Aaron was holding a license with his picture that said Erin Fletcher “F”. He frowned at how pretty he looked.