Lucio saw the change in Ansel as soon as he lifted his eyes and he was simultaneously shattered and relieved at the same time. It was an odd sensation, he couldn't deny it, but then this was an incredibly odd situation. Never before had he desired to spend more time with another being, and yet for some reason now he did and he couldn't offer himself a reason why aside from sheer physical attraction. Lucio's inability to understand his own feelings was torturous as he prided himself in being particularly in control. He didn't wish to feel like this, and so he figured if he swallowed it it would fade, and so he did.<br/><br/>His fruit and lemonade came, and he nibbled on a strawberry just to be polite, but it quickly became clear that he had lost any interest in food that he'd had before. He nodded slowly at all of the man's words, gazing over at him silently as he set his fork aside and watched as his company did the same whilst pushing his meal away in an almost disgusted manner. It was for the best, he had to continuously remind himself, that Ansel wanted to get away from him as quickly as possible. Their being together did neither of them any good, and it never would. Besides, in the next few weeks he had another professor to attend to, and he certainly couldn’t have Ansel hanging around when that went down.<br/><br/>Lucio stood from his seat mere moments after the professor stood, haphazardly tossing a rather large sum onto the table. He glanced at the bill and then turned towards Ansel, swallow firmly at the blunt command. He moved to part the opening of his bag, listening quietly to the others words as he fished the bottle out slowly. He turned his gaze up onto Ansel as he lifted the half empty bourbon from the bag and reached forwards to rest it in the others hand. When Ansel gripped the bottle, however, he didn't release it. He couldn't help himself, he needed one more taste of the stunning specimen, so he pulled him in close through his grip on the bottle and he pressed a soft, brief kiss to his lips. He broke away after only second and he seemed to have regained his confidence once again as he offered the other a coy smile. "I will see you on Monday, Doctor Essen," he murmured with a polite dip of his head before he turned and made his way quickly from the cafe and then from the establishment itself.<br/><br/>The remainder of the weekend passed with little activity on Lucio's part. The aching in his behind gradually faded, though there was still a soft reminder of their activities left come Monday. The memories of the evening, however, refused to fade. He couldn't help but masturbate to the memory of the night a few times the two days (when he could summon up the energy to do so) and he spent much of his free time daydreaming about Ansel, despite the fact that whenever he consciously caught himself doing though he'd quickly shove the thoughts aside. The closer Monday drew the more Lucio dreaded going to Doctor Essen's class; the thought of facing the man who'd seemed so crushed at his rejection wasn't a pleasant one, but he knew that in order to move on from that night he had to see that Ansel didn't care anymore, he had to have some sort of closure.<br/><br/>So, when Monday morning arrive Lucio peeled himself from his bed begrudgingly and moved to get ready for the day. 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