Friday was lackluster, at best, a trial of patience at worst. Ansel went through his only two classes of the day in a haze, waiting for the clock to change just as impatiently as his students. When his lectures were over, the professor raced home, eager to sit back and drink until Saturday evening when he could be with Lucio once again.<br/><br/>However, even at home Ansel wasn't able to relax. He couldn't stop thinking about what Lucio must be up to, what was happening in that hotel. Images of Lucio's beautiful body twisted up around Buckley haunted him, leaving Ansel incapable of focusing on anything productive. After torturing himself for an hour, Ansel hopped into the shower, turning the water temperature up high as if to burn away all the disgusting thoughts that were plaguing him.<br/><br/>Ansel hadn't heard the door lock click open, and so he was surprised when Petra opened the glass shower door and slipped her curvaceous body in front of Ansel, underneath the water. "We haven't played in here in a while," she said, a mischievous smile on her face as the hot water hit her back, steam dancing off of her skin. "I thought I'd give you a little surprise. Do you like?"<br/><br/>The professor nodded gently, a smile on his face. While Petra was beautiful, and at one point Ansel would have found her actions highly erotic, the past week with Lucio had left the professor almost entirely deadened to the advances of anyone else. Ansel had fucked Petra a few times but each time he had been unable to finish, his mind too preoccupied with thoughts of his secret lover. Petra had noticed Ansel's lackluster affections toward her, had confidently chalked it up to distraction, or perhaps aging. Dealing with erectile problems was something she heard she'd have to deal with when dating an older man, but Ansel's disinterest had seemed to come so suddenly. She bit her dark lip and reached a hand down in between Ansel's legs, taking hold of the man's limp member in an effort to arouse him. She began stroking him, slowly at first, pressing a kiss against Ansel's neck. When she took a moment to look down, however, she stopped, her hand dropping as her eyes stayed glued to Ansel's leg.<br/><br/>"What the fuck is that?" she asked bluntly, pointing to the dark bruise Ansel had acquired from his coupling in the car with Lucio. "Are those fucking finger marks? Who the hell is grabbing your leg so hard that they would leave damned finger marks?"<br/><br/>"Petra . . . " Ansel began, but he was too uninterested in fighting with her to even try and come up with a reasonable lie. Instead, he shrugged and said nothing.<br/><br/>A look of rage overtook Petra's normally lovely features, leaving the young woman looking fierce and ready to kill. She pointed a long, manicured nail in Ansel's face and spoke through clenched teeth. "You tell me the truth right fucking now, Ansel von Essen. Are you cheating on me?"<br/><br/>Again, all Ansel could do was shrug and say nothing.<br/><br/>Petra took this, correctly, as confirmation of her accusation and huffed, slapping Ansel in the face before climbing out of the shower. Ansel did nothing, letting the water run down over his body as he listened to Petra dress angrily and stomp out of Ansel's highrise apartment while screaming, "Happy fucking birthday, you pig!" As much as he thought he should care, he couldn't. Petra leaving had very little effect on his life; even while dating, Ansel had done a good job at keeping her at a relative distance. Maybe she would come back, maybe she wouldn't.<br/><br/>As long as Ansel had Lucio, nothing else mattered.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;<br/>​</div><i><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'"><div style="text-align: center"><i>I'll be waiting in the parking lot outside the dorms at 6:30. <br/>
Can't wait to see you. - Ansel</i>​</div></span></i><br/>The professor had sent off the text hours earlier, intending to give Lucio enough time to get pretty for him, although Ansel was of the opinion that Lucio could come out wearing a trash bag and still make it look high fashion and glamorous. Trying to steer himself away from the teacher look that Ansel usually couldn't get away from, Ansel opted for a very<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fs-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com%2F736x%2Fb0%2F5b%2Ff6%2Fb05bf6a10a47419d2147f5bb11425dd1.jpg&amp;hash=46886767583b1684ac95ac4a9a0ef631" href="https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/b0/5b/f6/b05bf6a10a47419d2147f5bb11425dd1.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">casual outfit</a>with a long sweater and strategically torn jeans, complemented by a lovely pair of high tops he didn't wear often enough. Johanna would have gotten herself all dolled up for the occasion, as perhaps the old friends she had invited to her apartment in the city, but Ansel figured it was his birthday, he could dress how he wanted. Plus, if he knew Lucio, the young man would have certainly dressed up instead of down, and although he would deny it if asked, Ansel wanted to show Lucio off tonight. Especially to Johanna.<br/><br/>Ansel was pleased to see Lucio already waiting for him when he drove up, even though he was a few minutes early. He stopped the Mercedes in front of the young man and immediately got out of the vehicle, rushing to the other side to wrap Lucio up in his arms. "Fuck, I missed you," Ansel breathed, pulling Lucio to him and holding him tightly for a long while before finally releasing him. When he did, Ansel had to take a step back, his eyes widening as he took in Lucio fully.<br/><br/>"Baby . . . You look absolutely stunning," Ansel said slowly, admiring the beautiful lace front button up Lucio sported, as well as the fitted black pants and the sapphire belt at his waist. "You have truly outdone yourself. You are without a doubt the most beautiful date man could ask for." Ansel smiled and took a moment to look at Lucio's face. He faltered, tilting his head slightly as he caught the subtle off color of his jaw. "Sweetness, are you wearing makeup?"