"Get whatever you want, Lucio. I'm not picky. And if it pleases you, I'd be quite happy if you dusted everything in gold." Ansel gave Lucio a long look before standing up and lifting himself carefully out of the hot tub. He reached for one of the extremely soft white bathrobes that the hotel had provided and admired the pretty, if unnecessary, gold trim that lined the edges. "I'll be back in a moment," Ansel said casually as he wrapped himself in the robe. "If I disappear for too long, be sure to send a search party."<br/><br/>Without looking back at Lucio, Ansel left the bathroom and passed extravagant bed with the disturbed satin sheets. Ansel couldn't even begin to imagine what traces of sweat, lubricant and semen may be left on the bed after their activities, but he didn't mind so much. He had certainly fucked and slept in much filthier conditions. He made his way downstairs where their discarded clothes sat next to the unfinished bottle of bourbon. He made a mental note to drink the rest of the favored alcohol when he got the opportunity; it would be such a shame to let a good liquor go to waste.<br/><br/>Ansel dug through the pockets of his suit trousers and pulled out his cell phone. A blue light was flashing at the top corner, informing him of unchecked notifications. When he unlocked the phone to look, he groaned lightly in discovering that he had missed several texts and calls from Petra. He had hoped she wouldn't bother contacting him during her event but guessed that it might still be a possibility. He figured that if he called her back now he could make up some plausible excuse and still have the rest of the night to enjoy with Lucio.<br/><br/>He stepped out into the hallway, leaving the room to their suite slightly ajar, and began to dial Petra when a familiar voice caught his attention.<br/><br/>"Professor?"<br/><br/>Ansel looked up to see one of his former students, and former lovers, approaching from the elevators. He was dressed in an attractive gray suit, a light pink boutineer pinned to his lapel. "It's . . . it's so good to see you," the young man said gently, stepping over to Ansel, his face flushed.<br/><br/>"Mr. Morrison," Ansel replied, dropping his cell phone into the pocket of his robe as the suited man approached. "You came all dressed up for me?"<br/><br/>"Please, call me Kendrick. You know I like Kendrick." Kendrick laughed and bit his lower lip as his dark brown eyes quickly glanced over Ansel. He remembered the strong, virile body that hid beneath the robe. "My sister got married today, the reception is being held here. Wedding party got spoiled with this super nice suites. I just came up to change into something a bit more comfortable for the party. You, uh, you look like you've been enjoying yourself."<br/><br/>"I have," Ansel replied, his nerves getting agitated although his face refused to show it. If Kendrick was here, it meant that there was potential for other former students of his to be here. Ansel was vaguely aware of the company Kendrick kept while at university, and hiding his relationship with Kendrick then was somewhat frustrating.<br/><br/>"Professor, I want you to know that I haven't found anyone as . . . alluring as you," Kendrick spit out, pressing his body against Ansel's. "I didn't realize it then, but you're an amazing man and I'd give anything for the chance to be with you again. You, being here, this is destiny! Or, at least, maybe, a very lucky coincidence?"<br/><br/>Ansel could feel Kendrick's hot breath against him. He couldn't help but be flattered by Kendrick's admission. "I don't believe in destiny, but coincidence fits well. Kendrick, you should return to your sister's party before she misses you."<br/><br/>"Yeah, yeah, of course, just . . . " Kendrick paused, staring intently at Ansel's mouth. The professor thought that the man was accepting Ansel's polite rejection, would say his goodbyes and move on. He let his guard down and put his hand on the door, his body giving way as Kendrick jumped against him, pressing his full lips hard against Ansel's. Ansel stumbled back, pulling Kendrick into the suite with him.<br/><br/>The young man tasted like sweet wine, perhaps the reason for his bravery, and for few seconds Ansel couldn't help but be swept up in Kendrick's affections. Ansel had enjoyed his time with Kendrick when it came. The boy was funny, athletic, and charming in a way that made him very popular with the other students. A good looking boy, to be sure, but lacking the modelesque beauty of Lucio.<br/><br/><i><b>Lucio</b></i>.<br/><br/>Ansel gently pushed Kendrick away, pinning him against the door. "Kendrick, you should get back to your party."<br/><br/>"Ansel . . . "