Lucio snuggled back against Ansel and he laid his hand over the one that came to rest on his belly as his lover wound his arms about him and pulled him in close. He squeezes his eyes shut as the man peppered his neck with kisses and held him close, stroking his hair in a slow, soothing manner. The boy managed to calm down within a matter of minutes there in Ansel’s arms, and while a few stray tears continued to roll down his cheeks he was completely relaxed against Ansel and his soft sobs had diminished to occasional sniffles. He closed his eyes as Ansel shifted and moved to press a soft kiss to his ear. He listened to the man’s words, and nodded slowly once he had finished his statement and went quiet. He thought about their options briefly and then he heaved a heavy sigh as he slowly wiggled about in Ansel’s arms and he rolled onto his back so he could gaze up at the handsome man.<br/><br/>“We can stay for today; it’s supposed to be rather nice so perhaps we can spend some time out on the water. I’d rather not stay the night though, if you don’t mind. We can drive back to campus and pick up your car while it’s quiet, and then head over to your apartment for the remainder of the weekend.” The remainder of the weekend would only consist of Saturday night and Sunday, but Lucio didn’t wish to part from Ansel prematurely if he could help it. He wanted to stay in his lover’s company for as long as he realistically could, even if that meant only really spending quality time with him over the weekends.<br/><br/>Lucio couldn’t help but allow a smile to take over his temporarily sullen features as he gazed up at his handsome beau. He suddenly got to thinking what had happened the evening before. H knew that some sort of development had taken place in their relationship, he knew he felt closer to Ansel than ever before despite these minor transgressions, but if he was questioned as to what it was he wouldn’t be able to remember. While Ansel maintained a fairly clear memory of their trip together Lucio’s brain could recall it in an incredibly hazy manner at best. He assumed as much had to be expected from his first ever drug usage, but then he wished he could remember what had happened, based on what Ansel had described the use of the drug would be like he had to imagine that it would have been absolutely mind boggling. He just remembered the vague feeling of joy and love, so it was a pleasant bit of faded memory at least.<br/><br/>The boy reached up and delicately ran his fingers along the dark, painful mark he’d left upon Ansel’s thick neck. “Darling, what happened last night? I can’t remember a thing?” he asked suddenly, wanting to draw his attention away from all that had just transpired for a moment.