The typically fearless, calm and observant professor sat waiting, watching nothing other than the light twitch of his fingers as his lover sat beside him, speechless. When Lucio admitted that he did not know what to say, Ansel interpreted that to mean he didn't know how to end everything. The words waltzed on the tip of Lucio's tongue, Ansel could tell by the breathy way Lucio ended his sentence, a thought left unfinished and filled with silence where a regretful sentiment was supposed to go. "It's okay," he whispered, his hand slowly reaching for the handle to the car door.<i>I'll have to call a car</i>, Ansel thought robotically, running through the steps in his head one by one.<i>I don't need my things. I'll have them take me back to the university. I'll get in the Mercedes and drive home. Maybe somewhere else. Johanna's? No, she's away for the weekend with the boys. I have no else I want to see.</i><br/><br/>His fingers hovered over the handle, unable to make the final leap out of the vehicle and separate himself from the young man sitting next to him. How could he possibly remove himself so abruptly? How could he survive this? Four days without Lucio had felt like the most absolute form of torture. Ansel had drunken himself into a stupor every single night just trying to forget the smell of Lucio's skin and the stormy fierceness of his eyes. The way his golden hair sparkled in the sunlight, or Lucio looked when he smiled, always like he had a secret that he wasn't willing to tell. He was everything Ansel had ever wanted, and he could feel him slipping through his fingers like water.<br/><br/>Ansel's melancholy contemplation was interrupted by Lucio's sweet voice.<i>"You shouldn't," </i>he said. Shouldn't what? Shouldn't apologize for loving him? Shouldn't love him at all? As Ansel opened his mouth to ask Lucio to clarify his meaning, the younger man took him by surprise for what felt like the hundredth time that day. Ansel watched as Lucio removed his seat belt and climbed over the center console, tucking himself neatly into Ansel's lap and pulling the professor into a deep, ardent embrace. Lucio melted into him as they kissed, and Ansel returned the favor in kind, wrapping his arms around Lucio's tiny waist and holding onto him as tightly as he possibly could. "Oh, sweetness . . . " Ansel breathed against Lucio's lips, savoring the flavor of his skin, their tongues dancing together in one another's mouths. Lucio kissed Ansel with such fervor, all worries were instantly washed away. Perhaps Lucio couldn't tell Ansel that he loved him, maybe the words got caught in his throat, or fell off his tongue with an anticlimactic thud. But it didn't matter to Ansel in that moment. Lucio felt something, whether it be love or something close to it, and he didn't want to let Ansel go.<br/><br/>When they finally separated, Ansel looked up as his darling, watching as the boy struggled to catch his breath. Their eyes met for only a moment before Lucio went in again, laying sweet kisses all over every inch of exposed skin. His neck, his collar bone, his chest, all of it was touched by Lucio's lips, and Ansel breathed heavily in response to the attention, feeling a familiar pressure in his pants as his cock began to throb with each kiss. He bucked his hips up slightly, letting Lucio feel his arousal before he remembered the temporary ban on sex. Lucio had said they couldn't do it, his body was still healing, and they certainly couldn't do it here, in Lucio's car, in front of the quaint little cafe, no matter how much the prospect turned Ansel on.<br/><br/>"You're going to make me come right here if you don't stop, sweetheart," Ansel panted, a smile clinging to his face as he spoke. "I want you so badly, Lucio. All of you. You're making it very difficult to resist. Maybe . . . maybe we should head to the store, before I can't control myself."