Eli was feeling good about himself today.

Sporting a pair of sunglasses and a wife beater, the attractive male rapper found himself before his all too familiar friend: the mirror. The speakers attached to the computer he kept in his room were blaring loudly with the all too familiar AC/DC song.

He sang along to himself in the mirror, removing his sunglasses, “See me ride out of the sunset on your… color T.V. screen.” He tugged his belt loose, “Out for all that I can get.” It was off, “If you know what I mean.”

Eli smirked at himself, lifting the hem of his wife beater slowly, “Women to the left of me.” He touched his abs seductively and slow, “And women to the right.” He swung his hips as he continued to play with the shirt, “Ain’t got no gun, ain’t got no knife. Don’t you start no fight.”

And the shirt was off. He winked at himself and his teeth, “I am a y beast.”

‘'Cause I'm T.N.T., I'm dynamite
(T.N.T.) and I'll win the fight
(T.N.T.) I'm a power load
(T.N.T.) watch me explode’

The male slapped his abs a bit before moving to get his weights.

He flexed his arms in the mirror, gripping the weight tightly. Humming the tune to the song as he continued to check himself out, he was completely unaware of his door being opened as one of his house mates watched him closely.

Eli began singing to himself again, “So lock up your daughter, lock up your wife.” He smirked at himself, “Yeah. Because they’re mine if they see me.”

A loud laughter burst from behind him, causing Eli to drop his weight in surprise. When he turned to see Alexander rolling around in laughter on his bed, he huffed, “What’s so funny?”

The brunette boy was struggling to catch his breath, “I was just… and you… YOU ACTUALLY DO THIS? BAHAHAHA. I can’t… I don’t even…” He was almost to the point he was crying.

“…It’s not that funny.” Eli pouted, reaching for his shirt, “What, you don’t check yourself out sometimes?”

Alexander was still laughing, “I don’t hit on myself while I do, though!” He sighed deeply, “And listening to T.N.T? I’m dying!”

The now red Eli frowned, “I’ll have to remember to lock my door next time.”

“No!” Alexander stood, still laughing, “Because,” He mocked the song and did a small dance, ing his hips forward, “You are T.N.T, you’re dynamite!”

Eli sighed before laughing a bit himself. He smirked at his older friend, “Damn straight. I am one y idol, baby.”

Alexander let out a final spurt of laughter before wiping his eyes, “Come on, man. Let’s get out and do something. You clearly need some fresh air if you’re hitting on yourself.”

Eli ran a hand through his dark hair before following Alexander through his door, “Yeah, fine. But, you should buy me something nice. Because you love me.”

The older of the two shoved Eli before grinning, “How about I get you a doll to practice your pickup lines on to save your mirror from future embarrassment?”

“…You’re really mean sometimes.” He pouted cutely as the left the house together.

WHEEEE. xD Literally the first thing I thought of when I saw dynamite was Eli dancing infront of a mirror to AC/DC's T.N.T LOLLL. But like, I don't want to write anything too explicit in this particular collection. Not yet anyway. xD

But, this was as close as I could get to my original thought without it being like, Alexander walking in "OMFG ELI'S AGAIN" you know? xD

ANYWAY. It's a little short, but, I'm actually in love with how this turned out. Gotta love Eli. xD

Thank you emiliehtelost once again :D

ALSO, I took off the limit to the suggestions you can make, but from now on, only make one or two suggestions a chapter xD I don't want it getting too full too fast, you know?

Next chapter is ELVIN :D
good lord, I've told Asa before that I have problems controlling my imagination with this pairing LOL
FIGHTING.

...I'm doomed.

/END RANT/