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Neighbor!Levi spends his afternoon tending to the garden despite the sweltering heat. He discarded his shirt an hour ago when Mrs. Chisholm politely brought out a pitcher of cold water and a chair for him to rest on.
Neighbor!Levi had promised you that he'd look after the garden a few days earlier when you knocked on his door. You also asked him to look after your apartment, joking with him about it sprouting legs and running away. He didn't laugh.
While Neighbor!Levi tries to distract himself by caring for the plants, his mind wanders to your whereabouts. He could remember you clearly almost a week ago- standing in his doorframe with your nipples poking through your shirt and your hands on your hips.
"Wanna do me a favor?"
No, I shouldn't. "Depends on what it is."
"I need you to keep an eye on my apartment. I have some business to take care of and I'll be gone for a few days."
I can't do that. Ask your boyfriend. "Fine. I'm assuming you need me to look after the garden?"
You gave him a good look up and down his body, taking in the outline of his abs beneath the tight black shirt he had on. "You're a quick learner, Levi," you sarcastically admired, eyes finding his once again. The compliment plus the look you gave him had the blood rushing to his dick. Head filled with the same longing he once felt with you in his kitchen.
He'd spent every day since then replaying the scene in his head with his hand wrapped around his cock. The panties he stole borrowed would be wrapped in a tight fist and held to his face, while the cum-stained shorts were beneath him and awaiting another load.
Neighbor!Levi "checks in" frequently in your home- watering plants in a large window and feeding the fish you kept in your study. He lied to himself the first few times, telling himself to make sure everything in your bedroom was satisfactory. Why wouldn't it be? He didn't know.
Neighbor!Levi's eyes turned to look for the pictures on your dresser. They were absent today, making him wonder if you took them down because you knew he'd be in your room.
Because you knew he stole your clothes.
Neighbor!Levi rubbed his clammy hands on his thighs. Refocusing his mind, he turned to find what he'd been looking for.
Your hamper.
Before leaving, you'd been responsible enough to do laundry. His heart warmed at the thought of your cleanliness, but he couldn't help but feel disappointed.
Tch, Whatever. I'll just take a clean pair.
On the way out, Neighbor!Levi feels a pang of guilt in his chest for hoping you weren't dating the tall brunette anymore.
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Neighbor!Levi has some assistance tonight- a rarity considering he enjoyed seeing the fruits of his labor when he finally weighed the flower he'd grown.
Levi grew weed in a warehouse a few blocks away from your apartment building. The crowded, lively city hid the greenhouse perfectly in the industrial area used for private businesses. He sold it to his longtime partner in crime- Erwin, who then flipped it and delivered Levi's money into his mailbox. It was a system they began in their youth that grew into- well, a small business.
Neighbor!Levi's helpers fill the house with noise he's unaccustomed to. The rambunctious laughter of Connie and Sasha, to the music Jean decided to put on. They challenged his complaints with "It'll help us get done faster!" and "We'll be outta your hair in no time!"
Neighbor!Levi steps onto his balcony to escape the intensity of his home, holding a joint between his lips and lighting it. The short-lived tranquility his life had before you were a distant memory he reminisced on; the clamor behind him masking the sounds of your return.
