Any jealousy that Ansel still harbored for Buckley dissipated as Lucio climbed into his lap, a feat that he would have forbade from anyone else but Lucio seemed to have the ability to do whatever he pleased without any objection from the typically strict professor. Lucio's lips meeting his was a lovely distraction, and as Ansel's tongue found its way into his companion's mouth he felt his seat go down and back until he was almost completely horizontal. By the time Lucio had broken the kiss, Ansel's arousal was evident. His erection pressed up against his jeans toward the enticing man straddling his lap. "Don't you worry your pretty little head about the car," Ansel chuckled, sliding his hands slowly up Lucio's clothed thighs. "It gets cleaned on Friday. I grant you permission to do whatever filthy thing that may be on your mind."<br/><br/>He leaned his head back into Lucio's hand, finding tremendous pleasure in the way Lucio ran his fingers through Ansel's dark locks. If Lucio looked closely, he perhaps could see the few strands of silver that were beginning to streak through Ansel's black hair. Ansel had been noticing the silver more and more lately, and with his fortieth birthday only a few days away it put his aging in a staggering spotlight. Ansel had seen silver hairs pop up now and then since he was twenty-five and had never given them much thought, but now his temples were beginning to change, the faintest edges of his beard betraying his age. Ansel, not usually one to give in to insecurity, wondered for a moment if that was something Lucio minded.<br/><br/>He forced the unpleasant thoughts from his mind and focused once again on the bewitching youth on top of him. He was all that mattered in that moment, nothing else, no one else. His hands moved from Lucio's legs to his belt, unfastening it quickly and with little effort. He lifted his hips slightly so he could pull down his pants and boxer briefs just enough to expose his hardened cock, the dignified member standing up between Lucio's legs. "It seems he's also fine with you messing up the car a bit. How could I argue?"<br/><br/>Now that his pulsing arousal was free, Ansel pulled Lucio's lips to his and growled possessively against his lover's lips. The car, the campus, the looming dread of Lucio's proper "date" with Professor Buckley all fell away as the two kissed, knit together in their own precious bubble where no one could disturb them. Had Ansel been able to think clearly in that moment, he would have thought about how much he wanted to take Lucio home, to lay the stunning male onto his bed and make love to him via candlelight, the shadows waltzing across Lucio's pearlescent skin. He would do it soon, he decided, the first moment he received alone he would whisk his lover away and please him like the deity Lucio was.<br/><br/>But for now, they were here, together, in Ansel's meticulously kept Mercedes. And that was enough.