Reluctantly, so very reluctantly, Ansel allowed Lucio to give him one last lingering kiss before the young man scooted off of his lap and returned to the driver's seat. Ansel was aching painfully, his erect member pressed eagerly against his tight jeans for a release that wasn't going to come. He sighed, wanting desperately to pull Lucio back to him and repeat the wonderful evening the two had shared with one another in Ansel's Mercedes. Why was waiting for sex so insanely difficult? It had already been over a week since the last time they had fucked, only one week more remained, it should have been the easiest thing in the world and yet every time Ansel set his eyes on his personal Adonis he was reminded of what he couldn't have. One week. Just one, tiny little week in a lifetime they would spend with one another. Fifty years from now, when they were old, arthritic, and gray, one week would seem like a second, a minuscule blip on the timeline. Ansel closed his eyes and rested his head back against his seat, willing his dick to soften so the two could go out in public without attracted unwanted stares.<br/><br/>Lucio's proposition was a pleasing one, and Ansel replied with a smile on his face. "It's a date," he said playfully, squeezing Lucio's fingers as they interlocked with his own. "You have my permission to demote me from a 10 out of 10 sex god if you can still move by the time next weekend is over."<br/><br/>While the cafe had a kind of odd, Bohemian charm to it, the market was definitely more of an old-school type establishment, something Ansel would have expected to find in an out of the way town such as this, or perhaps buried deep within one of the old, old neighborhoods of a big city like New York. Ansel wasn't surprised by Lucio's factoid, as a store like this had a certain charm that would have been a shame to lose to something imposing, corporate and soulless like Walmart. "I'm glad to hear that. So many small shops get run over by these greedy corporations. I think in a little town like this, one of the benefits is being intimately involved with the shops and families who run them." Ansel followed Lucio out of the car and looked down at his sweetheart with a smile as Lucio wrapped his thin arm around Ansel's more muscular limb.<br/><br/>"When I first saw your family's lake house, I wondered if it was something you'd be interested in having for yourself one day," said Ansel, his footsteps mirroring Lucio's casual stroll. "I think I wouldn't mind having a little cottage on the water some day, assuming I had a handsome man to share it with."<br/><br/>Ansel was charmed by the small little market's interior as the stepped through the doors. Their selection was impressive, nowhere near as expansive as any chain store but it didn't seem like it needed to be. All the necessities were available, with a variety of what looked to be locally grown produce and other food items. Ansel even spotted some chocolate bars from a local chocolatier, wrapped in hand painted foils. He could see why the townsfolk wouldn't have wanted Jakobsons to disappear and be replaced by something commonplace and lifeless.<br/><br/>A stack of dark blue handbaskets sat neatly by the door. Ansel grabbed one and turned to his lover, gently urging him forward. "Whatever you want to get, baby. Lead the way. And I didn't forget about the apple pancakes. I'll make sure we get everything to make them from scratch."