He felt his lover tense up against him but said nothing in response to Griffith's question as it hadn't been directed at him. Lucio casually played it off, but Ansel frowned slightly in response to the boy's dismissive statements. Griffith didn't seem to mind so much, and soon enough the boy was hopping back up the stairs like his little brother before him, disappearing up onto the second story of the lake house without looking back. Ansel sighed as he watched the bare soles of Griffith's feet ascend up the staircase, looking down at his boyfriend when he was sure Griffith was gone.<br/><br/>"You realize if the topic comes up then Ian is probably going to tell him the rest of the truth, right? And Griffith is going to know you lied to him. At some point your brothers are going to discover the full story of who I am. You should have just been honest with him." Ansel pulled away and left Lucio up on the island, knitting his thick brows together in a disapproving look. "Besides, did you really have to say you<i>hate </i>my class? I know my lectures can be a little long winded but I genuinely don't think they're that bad." He huffed and brought up a large hand to quickly rub at his temples. Although he wouldn't admit it anytime soon, Lucio's flippant comment had pricked at the professor's feelings. He knew Lucio had just been speaking negatively about his class to throw Griffith off, but still. Did he have to be so cold about it? Ansel put an exceptional amount of effort into making his class enjoyable for his students, attempting to engage them in discussion and break down psychological theories in a manner that was tangible to all everyone. He reminded himself that Lucio was just lying again, and tried to put it out of his mind.<br/><br/>"Come along. Our belongings from last night are still out on the sand, though we may need to dig some things out." He quickly rummaged through the fridge and grabbed a couple of water bottles but nothing else. The eggs had filled him up for the time being, and whenever they became hungry again they would deal with finding things to satisfy them then. A future problem for future Ansel and Lucio, not something that the professor wanted to bother with right now.<br/><br/>As Ansel stepped out into the sunlight, he couldn't help but notice how the day felt particularly and curiously warm. There was a cool breeze that came off of the water's surface and danced along his skin, helping the professor acclimate to the surprising heat. The sun felt nice on his skin, and the light illuminated the deep lines in Ansel's muscular body, outlining just how in shape the professor was for his age. He stretched out his arms and the muscles in his back rippled beneath his skin as he moved. Ansel couldn't remember the last time he had gone to the gym, and he was beginning to get antsy. All of his recent work outs consisted solely of fucking Lucio, which he certainly didn't mind, but it wasn't enough to keep Ansel's need to push his body to its limits satiated. Ansel didn't think his boyfriend would be much of a gym bunny, and he would be surprised if Lucio ever worked out at all, but maybe one of these days he could convince his sweetheart to go for a light jog with him, or go rock climbing at his favorite gym. A little cardio never hurt anyone, and Lucio was so slight that Ansel sometimes worried his heart wouldn't be strong enough to maintain all of their very aggressively physical activity. Skinny people were prone to heart failure just as obese people were. Ansel just wanted to ensure that his lover was as healthy as he could be.<br/><br/>He walked over to the makeshift bed Lucio had prepared for them the day before and began brushing off piles of sand that had accumulated on top of it since their absence. The top of the lubricant bottle was just visible at the edge of the water, and Ansel was happy to see that it hadn't been pulled away by the lake. He quickly grabbed it and shoved it under one of the folded towels that served as pillows. If the urge to fuck seized them again, Ansel didn't want to subject Lucio to another raw pounding. He wasn't sure the boy's body could handle it.<br/><br/>Assuming Lucio had followed Ansel all the way out, he spoke, stretching out the towels and re-securing the corners so that they didn't blow away. "You said you wanted to get out in the water? You want to swim?"