To a nice restaurant

Ted slowed to a stop at a traffic light while Arron looked out his window as he was trying to will himself out of this situation. He looked up out passed the glass at the darkened sky as storm clouds began to swallow the starry night. He wished that lightening would strike him down and free him from what might happen...again. Arron was brought crashing down from his thoughts by the feeling of Ted's hand gently finding itself on his leg. He turned wide eyed at Ted who was smiling.

"I have to say, you look amazing," he said with a squeeze.

"Th-thanks," Arron whispered in his new breathy voice.

Ted leaned in and took the side of Arron's face into his hands. Arron had little choice but to be pulled into a kiss by his date. Ted's lips compressed his own as he felt Ted's tongue invade his mouth. Arron closed his eyes wishing that this wasn't happening and hating how nice Ted's hand felt on his stocking covered thigh. Arron was feeling lightheaded from the lack of air and nearly fainted when they heard a car horn behind them.

Ted chuckled as he pulled away from the heavy breathing Erin. To him, Erin looked to be ready to skip dinner and head straight for the conclusion of their date. He relished her desire and was going to take great joy in teasing her throughout the night. By the end of this, she was going to be begging for him to make love to her.

It took time for Arron to find his breath again but by the time he did, he noticed that Ted never stopped touching his leg. In fact, his hand had traveled higher up his thigh threatening to tough the skin above his stockings. Before he could find the thoughts to slow Ted down, they pulled into a parking lot. Arron sat still, not wanting to continue the charade while Ted walked over to the passenger side and opened his door for him. With no options left, Arron to Ted's hands and stepped out onto his heeled feet.