Ansel's heart cracked the tiniest bit as Lucio broke their final kiss, but he knew it had to end eventually. The professor cleared his throat and let Lucio step away from him. He had gotten what he wanted. Feeling Lucio again had been a marvelous experience, and fucking inside the classroom and over the desk had fulfilled a fantasy Ansel had harbored for months. The result had been the absolute best he could have asked for. Pushing too much now would only scare Lucio away. It was the last thing Ansel wanted to do.<br/><br/>The professor watched silently as Lucio collected himself and gathered his belongings. Expecting the young man to leave without another word, Ansel was pleasantly surprised when Lucio gave him one last parting kiss. "Choir? I had no idea you were a singer," he said, straightening his jacket as Lucio pulled away. Ansel was vaguely aware of the choir group on campus, but as he wasn't much one for student activities he had never attended one of their performances. Lucio's invitation was gladly accepted; however, Ansel did not intend on making that too obvious.<br/><br/>"Tomorrow night? I'll have to check my schedule for previous engagements but if I can move some things around I might be able to stop by." Ansel spoke quietly, mostly to Lucio's back as the young man rushed to exit the classroom, tying up his hair as he pushed through the door. Ansel waited until the door shut before letting out a long, pained sigh. He gathered up his papers and notes from the class and the discarded bottle of lubricant, placing everything inside of his suitcase before exiting, not bothering to realign the disturbed desk that had been shaken by their coupling.<br/><br/>The next night, Ansel dressed simply in dark blue trousers and a simple light button down. Petra, thankfully, was out with some of her chatty companions, giving little resistance when Ansel wanted to leave to go see Lucio's performance. Since the weekend, Petra had been peppering Ansel with extra questions about his whereabouts, insisting that he answer his phone more often when she tried to contact him. It had only been a few days and already Ansel was growing tired of it. Cheating on his girlfriend wasn't something new to him, and typically his affairs occurred without suspicion as they were expertly timed and easily forgotten once they were over. But Lucio couldn't be forgotten. At some point, Ansel was going to have to find a way to manage it better. But for tonight, he pushed the thoughts aside and focused on seeing Lucio.<br/><br/>The auditorium was already dark and spottily filled when Ansel made his way in, moving through the groups of family and friends that had come to see their respective singers. The choir group had already taken their places on the stage and seemed to be getting ready to start, so Ansel quietly found a spot near the back and settled himself.<br/><br/>Lucio wasn't immediately visible from where Ansel sat, but he didn't crane around too much to find him. He would appear eventually. For a brief moment, Ansel wondered if perhaps he shouldn't have come. Wooing Lucio would be a slow process, and showing too much interest too soon could potentially work against him. But Lucio had been the one to invite him. Why would Lucio offer if he didn't want Ansel to be there? The professor, if pressed, could come up with a handful of reasons of why Lucio would act contrary to his desires, but Ansel pushed all of that away. He didn't want psychological implications to bother him tonight. He was just quietly supporting Lucio, because he was asked. What could be the harm in that?