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Living with Leon is…interesting. Leon is a creature of habit. He wakes up at six fifty-eight, exactly two minutes before his alarm goes off, Monday through Friday - Saturday and Sunday he sleeps in 'till nine. After waking up Leon throws the covers off to one side of the bed, shuts the alarm off, stands up and stretches. Leon stretches in the same way every morning, feet planted firmly on the ground, back arched and arms above his head with hands clasped. After this Leon makes his way out of the bedroom, through the living room and into the kitchen. Once in the kitchen Leon starts the coffee machine - which he prepares exactly ten minutes before going to bed. While the coffee machine peculates Leon walks over to the small kitchen window, grabs a cigarette and lighter - which are kept on the counter next to said window - opens the window and smokes. After he finishes his cigarette - by which time the coffee has been brewed - Leon gets a coffee cup - well not 'a' coffee cup 'the' coffee cup (it's a tall, swirled blue cup that always had to be in the cabinet in the morning or all hell breaks loose) - fills said cup, puts exactly one table spoon of vanilla creamer in the coffee and stirs with a spoon. After this ritual Leon takes his coffee, walks back into the living room, sits down in the center of his leather couch - freak - turns on the T.V. - which has to be pre-tuned to the local news or else - and watches until his coffee is gone - usually fifteen minutes. Leon then rises, walks back into the kitchen, places his dirty cup in the sink and then makes his way to the bathroom. This is also the point where Leon's precious routine falls apart, because this is when I wake up. Well actually I've been up since six fifty-eight - nine on the weekends - too. But I let Leon have his early morning wakeup routine - I've learned.

I have no set in stone routine. Sometimes I'll follow Leon around, just observing - it annoys and unnerves him, I know. Sometimes I'll just sit in bed and listen, wait until I hear the shower start and then get up. Sometimes I'll steal a cigarette, smoke while I sit on the radiator that's under the small kitchen window. Sometimes I'll even go back to sleep. But most of the time I get out of bed when the shower starts. I make my way into the bathroom, pulling off my shirt and sliding my boxers off and letting them lay where they land (this annoys Leon too.) I then slide the clear shower door open and step in - by this time Leon is usually washing his hair. Leon rarely acknowledges my presence, instead he tries his best to ignore me. Leon used to jack-off in the shower but he stopped doing that after I walked in on him the third - I don't know why, it's nothing I haven't seen before and I kind of liked watching it actually. Anyway, to get Leon to actually pay attention to me I press myself against his back, placing my hands at the top of his chest. Usually Leon continues on washing his hair. I then move my hands down his water slicked body, making sure my nails scratch against his skin slightly. Ninety-seven percent of the time when I reach his navel Leon grabs my hands, pulls me in front of him and presses me against the wall. The other three percent of the time either means Leon's mad or wants my hands to continue downward, wants me to get him hard and make him cum. Either way by the time we leave the bathroom the mirror has fogged, the water has went from near scalding to freezing and the mirror has defogged.


This is just...whatever. I don't even know what the hell i was trying to do really.