A New Obsession

Dinner and a Movie

Leon had a bit of a smile on while he transferred his laundry to the dryer at the laundromat. Danny had been surprised when he first caught him there, but once he regained his composure and thought about it a bit, it made sense. It's not like he would have some kind of maid to come and wash his clothes for him every day, and the hotels in this town weren't the sort to have large appliances in them. But it still caught Danny completely off guard to stumble upon him doing such a mundane task.

Part of Danny was disappointed, revolted even, to see the man he idealized so much in his head lowering himself to something like cleaning, but the rest of him was completely entranced by the idea. He immediately snapped a picture on his phone and made note of the time of day and week. It was always good to fill in any gaps of his schedule, but from what he could tell, Leon must not do his laundry on a perfectly regular basis. He probably just washed his clothes when he need something clean to wear and had time. Danny would need to do even more investigation to learn the details. He usually didn't need to have every second of someone's life memorized in order to make his move, more vague bedtimes and daily habits were usually enough until he chose a time of day and week to enact it, then he would refine his stalking to focus on that area specifically. But he told himself that Leon was a special case. He would put up a dangerous fight if given the chance, and he was cunning. Danny needed to know everything about him, and not just for selfish curiosity.

Danny completely engrossed himself with watching Leon now. He stared daggers at his rear end when Leon bent over to toss the damp clothes into the dryer, and bit his lip when he slammed the door closed. What Danny wouldn't give to get slapped like that. Or just to have a few minutes alone with him pinned over the dryer.

Leon held up a shirt and shook it out a few times to prevent wrinkles before hanging it, and Danny actually blushed just at the sight. The curve in his back arched a bit when he leaned backwards to hold the shirt up in front of his face. His jacket hung loosely down his torso, remaining unzipped inside the warm laundromat. He opened the dryer again to quickly toss in a dryer sheet before slamming it closed again and Danny flinched a bit, his smile widening.

It had been a couple of days since their last date, and Danny had been somewhat avoiding him. If they happened to catch a glimpse of each other, Danny would smile and dip his head in greeting, rather than getting caught running away and making it obvious, but he never stopped for conversation. And Leon never stopped him. He was probably embarrassed to some degree, and Danny was glad to give him space. He wanted to give him time to miss him.

But in the meantime, Danny was living in his own personal hell. Every thought was consumed with Leon, and every second he spent watching him from the shadows was pure longing. As he watched Leon wait for his laundry to dry, and eventually start taking it back out of the dryer and folding it into his basket, Danny decided he would make his next move soon. He couldn't take it any more, and he only prayed Leon felt the same.

He covered his face with his newspaper and crossed his legs when Leon finally left the laundromat, but peeked at him again as he got into the car. Even the simple motion of opening his car door was mesmerizing. He looked around a bit as he dug for his keys, and watching the shadows move on his face with the shifting angles of light was a complete work of art. He evidently had still not shaved, and his slightly unkempt scruff shone golden in the sunlight.

Even after he was gone, Danny stared at the space he had occupied, honoring the place that had been blessed with his presence. Danny smacked himself in the head to clear it a bit. Soon, he told himself. He stood and adjusted his jacket a bit before starting back to his office again. It would be a lot easier to get Leon's schedule down if he didn't have a stupid nine-to-five he needed to report to every day. He had excuses aplenty to get out of the office, for inspiration, investigation, and photography, but he still was expected to spend some time at his desk every day, and he had been out for a while now.