The boys seemed satisfied for now, although Ansel couldn't stop himself from smirking at Griffith's light threat. The last thing Ansel was afraid of were a couple of pretty boy teenage models, but he wasn't going to focus on that. "I'll keep that in mind for the future, Griffith," he replied simply, smiling as his lover tucked himself even closer to his side. He gently stroked Lucio's long hair as the latter bid his brothers to leave them alone on the sand and watched carefully when the two finally let them be.<br/><br/>"Crisis averted for now, it seems," Ansel mused lightly, resting an arm behind his head as Lucio situated himself on his chest. When Lucio said his goodnight and professed his love once more, Ansel smiled and placed his fingers against Lucio's chin, tilting the boy's head upward so he could lean down and kiss him deeply. "Goodnight, my sweet prince," Ansel purred, his lips lingering for a moment so he could brush them gently against his lover's as he spoke. "There aren't enough words in all the languages in all the world to convey how deeply I love you. Sweet dreams." He let Lucio's head go and leaned back so that the boy could make himself comfortable once more. The stars out here were expansive and lovely, so many beyond count. Without the light pollution from Chicago to get in the way, every star shined brightly and apologetically. It took a long time for Ansel to fall asleep, but he didn't mind. The sound of Lucio's gentle breathing against his chest was music to his ears, and he could hardly imagine that he would be lucky enough to get to listen to him sleep for many years to come.<br/><br/>Ansel woke shortly after sunrise the next morning, the soft light illuminating the lake and the couple's soft skin as they lay there together. Lucio was still cuddled up against Ansel's chest and didn't move even after Ansel stretched his arms above his head and yawned. "Come on, sweetness," Ansel whispered. "Let's get you inside." He stood up and shook out his limbs, getting the blood rushing through him before squatting down to collect the still unconscious Lucio in his arms. The boy mumbled something in his sleep, although Ansel couldn't make it out. "Shhhh, we're going to go inside. I'll make you some breakfast." He tucked Lucio up against his chest and carefully began walking across the edge of the water, back toward the lake house where he was sure the teenagers must still be resting after a night of partying.<br/><br/>When the professor reached the front door, he gingerly maneuvered Lucio's body so that he could twist the knob to let them both inside. Instead of carrying Lucio all the way upstairs, although he could do so with very little effort, Ansel opted to rest the sleeping boy on the couch for now, so that he might easily wake up when breakfast was hot and ready. He stared down at his lover for a long while as he lay there on the couch, amazed that this beautiful creature was his. After his rumination, he moved into the kitchen and began digging through their groceries from the other day to see what he could make for his darling.<br/><br/>"As much as Lucio would love more sweets, let's go for something slightly healthier," Ansel mumbled to himself, pulling out some eggs, fresh fruit, and a few slices of bacon. He set everything onto the counter and began pulling out a couple of skillets and a cutting board so he could slice up the fruit, humming to himself as he did so.