Ian didn't seem to be discouraged whatsoever by Ansel's second rejection, and the professor rolled his eyes as the youth continued to molest his hard body with greedy fingers. He didn't stop Ian from continuing to speak, however, and the words that dripped from the model's lips were acidic against Ansel's ears. He didn't want to believe Ian and his claims that Lucio was only into Ansel for the money and the prestige, but Ansel had had his doubts before, and the manipulative little boy seemed to be able to pinpoint those suppressed fears and use them against the typically confident and stubborn older man. He groaned involuntarily as Ian began to touch his cock, their skin only separated by the flimsy layer of fabric that made up his swim trunks.<br/><br/>At first, Ian's words seemed to have a bit of merit. Lucio, like Ian, was manipulative and enjoyed playing with people. He liked the control he had and the way men would fall to their knees in front of him just to be with him for one night. He liked feeling as if he were irresistible, and to Ansel, he was. Ansel craved Lucio at every moment, even now as another young man threw himself at him. Though Ian was beautiful, and his bold behavior would have typically enticed Ansel, Ian was but a shadow of his beloved Lucio. A cheap imitation, some generic store-bought brand that tasted similar,<i>but not quite right</i>. He was the cubic zirconia to Lucio's diamond, and Ansel couldn't find it within himself to be attracted to the boy's looks or his attitude no matter how Ian pet him.<br/><br/>But the boy's words still hung at his ear, and his jaw clenched tightly as he considered whether there was a hint of truth to them. Ansel had thought multiple times that he was nothing more than client to Lucio, and each time the boy had proven that to not be the case. Lucio didn't want Ansel's money, if he had, they wouldn't have had that stupid little fight in the cafe yesterday morning. The fact that Ansel was Lucio's teacher perhaps a bit alluring to the boy, but alluring enough that Lucio wouldn't be interested in Ansel lost his job? It was hard to say. They truly hadn't known one another for long, and who could say other than Lucio what bits and pieces of Ansel the boy loved? Ansel didn't want to lose his job. But he didn't want to lose Lucio even more.<br/><br/>"Ian," Ansel sad gently, tilting his head away as the boy planted gentle kisses against his throat. "I love him," he whispered, grunting again as the boy's hand stroked his twitching cock. "Lucio wouldn't--" but his words were cut off when he opened his eyes and saw his lover standing there mouth agape. The professor huffed and pushed Ian off of him without ceremony, without the slightest care for the boy's condition as Ian went staggering back. He crossed the wide space between them and reached for Lucio's hand, his eyes wide and chest heaving.<br/><br/>"Baby, before you say anything, I promise you nothing happened, nor was it going to." Already Ansel was feeling nervous, an emotion that rarely touched at the man's psyche, but just the thought of losing Lucio, especially to something so mundane, left him feeling anxious and vulnerable. "Your brothers' promiscuous little friend decided it was a good idea to proposition me when you were sleeping, as you rightly predicted." Ansel knew Lucio was very aware of his history of cheating voraciously on his partners, and hoped that he understood, that he could see the truth in Ansel's eyes and the deception in Ian's.