your neighbour thinks you’re cheating on leon
wc: 1.48k ┋ sequel to calling leon by his middle name (18+)
the day was really bright and sunny to stay indoors. and with you at work, leon had been bored to death. and then he thought, might as well do something productive, right? his car had last been washed three weeks ago. now that wouldn’t do. that made leon get his ass up and outside.
the good weather had even brought the elderly neighbours outside. mr. ashford, the old man in his late sixties, was mowing the lawn while his wife sat on the porch, reading a book. when he spotted leon, he gave a polite nod, which leon returned.
and then he began washing his car, dragging the hose across the driveway, the rubber snaking and catching against the concrete until it reached the car. when he twisted the nozzle, the water burst out in sharp hiss, splattering against the hood of the car.
even as leon dunked the sponge into the bucket at his feet, all his mind could think about was you and what happened last night. you had so prettily moaned not his name, but his middle name. scott. and he’d loved it. hell, he’d even blushed. and you had teased him all night long.
the memory itself brought a faint flush and smile on his face. he looked around to see if anyone noticed, and his gaze locked with mr. ashford for a second. now that just wouldn’t do. he shook his head slightly, as if to shoo the memory away. and then he resumed washing his car, crouching slightly to scrub the lower panels, where dirt clung more stubbornly, streaked from the last rain.
when he rinsed it all off, the suds slid away in sheets, revealing the paint underneath. darker, cleaner, almost gleaming. he tilted the nozzle, chasing away the last patches of soap, until the water ran clear and smooth over the surface.
for a moment, he just stood there, hose still in hand, watching the droplets gather and fall, the car looking almost new again. “there,” leon patted the bonnet of the car, feeling proud. “as good as new again.”
around the same time, mr. ashford turned off his lawn mower. the sudden silence filled the air, making leon look his way. mr. ashford, as leon recalled, was usually the introvert and rarely struck up a conversation with him. but today, he did look like he wanted to say something but was hesitating. but leon was not the type to approach people either, so he decided to let it go.
he picked up the hose and dragged it back towards the water source. when he came back, he picked up the bucket that had soapy water in it, and started walking back inside the house, climbing the porch steps.
“leon!” a voice interrupted from behind, making leon stop and turn around. he placed the bucket back on the ground and walked back to his driveway, where mr. ashford stood now.
“morning, mr. ashford. how can i help ya?”
“hey, um... can i ask you something? it’s a bit personal...”
leon was mildly confused but polite, and nodded. “sure.”
“just wanted to check in... everything okay between you and your wife?” mr. ashford asked calmly, though he looked very awkward. it was evident the old man did not want to have this conversation.
that made leon frown, genuienly trying to figure out where was this coming from. he could say mr. ashford wasn’t being nosy, he wasn’t that kind of neighbour, but why was leon’s marriage his business? “yeah... why?”
mr. ashford begins in a awkward low voice, “i don’t want to overstep... but i- uh... i heard your wife and she was-” but then he trails off, embarrassed.
leon still didn’t get it. what did you do last night? “heard her what?” he asked.
“she- uh, she was calling someone else’s name...”
“what?” leon asked, dumbfoundedly.
“yeah... she said scott. more than once.”
one could see the realisation dawning on leon’s face immediately. the confusion, then the processing of the information, and mr. ashford’s awkward behavior finally clicking in place.
now, leon absolutely does not explain. his sex life wasn’t anybody’s business. he just gives a small, controlled nod. “right... yeah, i’ll keep an eye on that,” he says bumblingly, a hand scratching the back of his neck.
“let me know if you need any help, alright?” mr. ashford pats leon on the arm and walks away, thinking he did a good deed by telling him about his wife’s supposed infidelity.
leon is left standing there, half amused and half embarrassed. all he could think was: oh my god, she was that loud. and he could feel his face flushing up all over again.
he picks up the bucket and goes back inside. he spends the rest of the time thinking how he’s going to break it to you when you come home from work, and he keeps laughing in amusement throughout.
a few hours later, when you come back home from work in the evening, leon is sitting on the couch, looking all serious. the house was all quiet. normally, leon would be watching tv and drinking some beer occasionally but the silence makes you pause in your tracks. hesitatingly, you remove your shoes, and walk inside, keeping your work bag on the console table.
“everything okay?” you ask softly, plopping to the couch next to him.
the stern answer catches you off guard. “...okay. what’s wrong?”
“we need to talk,” leon says calmly, but his expression betraying nothing. it almost made you nervous. what the fuck did you do? what happened? a thousand thoughts running inside your mind currently, and none of them comforted you.
“okay... go ahead,” you say, trying to hide your irritation away. why was he acting this way?
“the neighbour told me you were cheating on me. said he heard you take some guy’s name,” leon finally told you, his face all stoic and emotionless.
“the fuck?” the curse left your mouth before you could form a proper response. “why would he say something like that?”
“yeah, he said so. he came up to me this morning after i was done washing the car and asked if everything was alright between us,” leon recounted what happened in the morning. though not fully. he was having too much fun, and struggling to keep his face from breaking out into a smile. “seriously, though. if you were so unhappy with me you could’ve just said it. there was no need to go behind my back.”
“the fuck are you talking about? i am not cheating on you! you know it,” you said, a little more harshly than what was needed.
“well, i recall the neighbour telling me something else, so...”
“oh fuck that old man. he’s obviously lying! and i can’t believe you chose to believe him!” you were on your feet, about to go back outside and at the ashford’s to ask why would he lie to leon. but before you could do that, leon breaks out into a laugh, which makes you stop and turn around to look at him.
“you... you baboon!” you gasped when the realisation dawned on you. “it wasn’t funny!”
but leon kept on laughing, as if it was the funniest thing in the world. “baboon?” he said through the laughter. “sweetheart, that’s new—ow! don’t hit me, i’m fragile.”
“if you ever try to fuck with me like that again, you’re going to sleep on the couch for a month.”
that makes leon stop laughing instantly. and all the amusement was gone as well. “you’re joking.” but knowing you, you weren’t. “fine. i’m sorry.” he cracked a mischevious smile again. “but it was funny. the neighbour thought you were cheating on me.”
“what?” you whipped your head right back towards him. “i thought you were joking?”
“yes—i mean, no. well he thinks you’re cheating on me with a guy named scott. he heard you moaning it last night.”
your face flushed with embarrassment at that, hand coming up to cover your mouth. “wait... was i that loud?”
“apparently. though it’s a good thing ashfords aren’t nosey. or it would become a neighbourhood scandal by now,” he scoffs in amusement.
“it isn’t funny!” you chided, still embarrassed, but broke into a disbelieving laugh yourself. “maybe a little bit.”
leon grins widely. another idea pops in his mind. “sooo wanna fuck before your husband gets back home?” he says, voice low and conspiratorial.
“oh god!” you giggled, smacking leon’s chest again. “seriously? you wanna roleplay about this?”
“why not?” he says smoothly, beaming with amusement. “your husband isn’t home. perfect time for us to sneak in into the bedroom and for you to let me have me have my way with you.”
“fine,” you play along, equally amused. “but maybe be a little gentler this time, scott. the neighbours already suspect i’m cheating on my husband.”
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