"My sweet minx, what an idea," Ansel purred, watching as Lucio settled down onto the floor and situated himself right between the professor's legs. Ansel spread his limbs as wide as he could, reclining slightly to give Lucio greater access to his already hardening cock. He watched with lustful eyes as Lucio undid his pants and began fondling him, a soft moan coming from him the moment Lucio slipped him into his mouth. "You're such a good boy," Ansel said gently, raking his fingers through Lucio's hair. "You keep this up I may just forgive you completely."<br/><br/>As Ansel began to get comfortable, his cock fully erect and completely covered by Lucio's warm, inviting mouth, a click came from the door to the lecture hall as someone entered, heavy footsteps thudding on the hard floor. For a moment, Ansel had halted Lucio's head, holding him still as his small body was hidden beneath the desk. Ansel sat up slightly, pushing his body forward so as to tuck Lucio deeper underneath the desk and hide him and his actions completely. The professor lifted his head to look at their unwelcome visitor.<br/><br/>George Grissom walked across the length of the room, although perhaps waddled would have been a more fitting description. Ansel smiled to himself, letting Lucio's head go and whispering low underneath his breath. "Don't stop, baby."<br/><br/>"Ansel! It's good to see you," George said as he approached, stopping a few feet short of the other side of Ansel's desk. "I'm sorry to bother you, it looks like you're rather busy," he mused carelessly, pointing at the collections of papers that sat on Ansel's desk.<br/><br/>"Yes. Term paper time. You understand," Ansel replied, his voice bored and dull as his eyes bore into George's shiny bald head. The intruding professor cleared his throat and looked down at the ground. Now that he was standing here in front of the intimidating man, he wondered if perhaps he had made a mistake coming here.<br/><br/>No, no, this was the time to wipe that look off of Ansel's face, George thought. "Yes, of course. Um, Ansel, I have some disturbing news I thought I'd share with you. It seems there are rumors running around about you."<br/><br/>"Rumors, oh?" Ansel shrugged his shoulders, letting one hand dip beneath the desk so that he could quickly stroke Lucio's cheek. He pulled his hand back up and knit his fingers together on the desktop, his dark eyes glaring up at the chubby, awkward man intruding on his time with his lover. "Rumors are rumors because they're unsubstantiated, isn't that correct? Why should I worry about them?"<br/><br/>"Well, Ansel, it seems there's some unfortunate whispers saying that you're, well, intimate with one of your students."<br/><br/>"I see. That would be unfortunate if it were true."<br/><br/>George seemed to balk for a moment, appalled at Ansel's casual demeanor. He hadn't even blinked. Was he not even the slightest bit worried by this information? No, the arrogant ass wouldn't be. Perhaps George needed to prod a little more.<br/><br/>"Yes, of course. But apparently, someone saw you embracing one of your students a few nights ago."<br/><br/>"Embracing? Like a hug? Are hugs against the university's bylaws?"<br/><br/>"Kissing, Ansel," George huffed indignantly. "And then last night--"<br/><br/>"Last night?" Ansel said, curious now. "What about last night?"<br/><br/>"A student was seen exiting your car after . . . some activity."<br/><br/>Ansel nodded and smiled, a light laugh dancing from his lips. "How does this<i>person</i>know that it was my car?"<br/><br/>"You have a very distinctive car," George said proudly, thinking he had him. It was impossible for Ansel to get out of this. He would begin to feel nervous any second and George would relish in Ansel's squirming.<br/><br/>"My car is not the only red Mercedes in the world. Did anyone see me?"<br/><br/>"What?"<br/><br/>"Did anyone see me around the car?"<br/><br/>George paused for a moment and shook his head, unable to come up with a believable lie. "Well no, but, I saw that skinny blonde boy, your little whore!" George hissed, annoyed that Ansel wasn't giving him the reaction he wanted.<br/><br/>Ansel's fist clenched beneath the desk, he took a deep, slow breath. Fury at George's childish insult immediately filled the professor's body, and even the sweet sensations of Lucio's mouth on his cock couldn't soothe him in that moment. "George, you have nothing," he said, his voice a low, dangerous growl. "Leave it, or you will regret it. Now please, if you don't mind, I must return to my papers. Get out."<br/><br/>George, both angry and terrified of Ansel simultaneously, hurried out of the lecture hall with his nose held high in the air. When the door shut behind him, he promised himself he would get any physical proof he could to bring Ansel down. He hated that man.<br/><br/>Ansel leaned back in his chair once George had gone, his chest heaving. He didn't mind George coming for him, in fact he found it rather amusing, but insulting Lucio, claiming he was nothing more than a simple whore, Ansel couldn't tolerate that. Saying anything about his prince was the number one way to ensure Ansel lost all of his normal composure. It was a dangeorus choice to make.