Lucio stormed up the stairs and into the bedroom and he began shoving the things that he had scattered about the room into his duffel bag, absolutely bristling with rage at that stage though he wasn’t able to pinpoint exactly why. He had never thought himself to be a jealous person, but then again, he’d never been in any sort of relationship, he’d never staked a claim onto anybody and thought of them as his. He found that then, as he was shoving stuff violently into his pack, while he was angry at both Ansel and Ian that wasn’t the emotion that was the most overwhelming within him. He was jealous. He was seething at the fact that another man had gotten to touch his beloved professor, and particularly over the fact that it was a man that he despised with all of his being in the first place. More so than that, he was jealous about the fact that Ansel had seemed to like the touch of the younger male; he’d heard the man’s grunt and groans, he’d saw him stretch out his neck for the soft peppering of kisses. Only Lucio was supposed to be able to solicit that sort of reaction, and yet Ian had been able to just as easily.<br/><br/>When Ansel entered the room and tried to approach him again Lucio smacked his hand away irritably and continued on packing his things. He didn’t tune out the professor’s words this time, though, he listened to all he had to say without speaking a word. He was quiet for a few moments after the man had finished his spiel as well, as he drew out a pair of jeans, boxers, and a t-shirt to change into for the trip back to campus. He needed to gather his thoughts, come up with something competent to say so he did just burst out into tears and starting pounding on the man’s chest with balled fists.<br/><br/>“Well, first off, you might not have intended to let it go any further, but you let it get much farther than you should have. He was touching you, Ansel – his hand was on your penis, and you didn’t think for even a moment that the sight of that would be upsetting to me?” he said in as calm a tone as he could manage as he turned to face Ansel, his eyebrows raised. “Second, if I was only with you for the money why do I, as you so uncouthly put it yesterday morning, throw a fit every time you try to pay for something?” The boy huffed indignantly before moving to shuck off his swim trunks, pulling on his boxers and then the jeans over them. “And third, that little bastard deserves to have his head smashed in by a skillet. This isn’t the first time he’s pulled something like this and I’m sure it won’t be the last. Unfortunately the oil was too cool to do any permanent damage to his perfect little face,” Lucio snarled as he tugged the t-shirt on over his bare torso.<br/><br/>It was in that last statement that the deep seated jealousy Lucio was experiencing was revealed. He thought himself to be fairly beautiful physically, but he looked and Ian and saw everything that he couldn’t achieve. The boy had the androgynous look that Lucio had, but he wasn’t skinny and lanky as Lucio saw himself to be. He had come to terms with his permanently lean state years ago, but it was still a insecurity for him at times, though it was considerably less bothersome than it had been at one stage in his life when he saw Ansel there partially embracing Ian it had brought up that feeling of inferiority. Ian had everything Lucio had, plus just a little bit more, and Ansel had seemed to enjoy the experience of having the boy pressed against him. Lucio was jealous that he didn’t have that little bit of extra attraction about him for Ansel to enjoy, and he found himself suddenly afraid that after some time he’d come to find his skinny body sickening and he’d jet off to find somebody more suitable. Lucio wasn’t usually insecure or jealous like this, and it was uncomfortable for him to find himself nursing these feelings.