“OH MY GOD! Wouldn’t it be a great idea if I peeped in on my sexy ass BOYFRIEND while he CHANGED?!?!” Is what you promptly thought on a random Thursday night whilst your boyfriend changed in the other room, intending to take a shower.

Yeah that’s a great idea.. If you’re a disgusting pervert FREAK who needs to be restrained and taken to court. But hey, this is your forgiving, loving, sweet, caring, darling Elliott! He wouldn’t get angry if you got a little curious and peeked a little, right? It’s not like it’s anything you haven’t seen already anyways.. he’ll live.

You didn’t even have to argue with yourself internally, the moment that strange sexual thought navigated its way into your mind you folded and acted on it. You might as well have screamed out “I have zero self control!” and went on your merry way!

Well it didn’t take long until you were sneaking over to your shared bedroom with the stealth of a ninja, carefully tip-toeing your way towards the door with a malevolent looking grin on your face, it took everything in your body to not giggle like an evil sorcerer/sorceress. Your hand reaches for the doorknob, slowly and quietly turning it—you’re damned lucky you tasked him with slapping some WD-40 on the creaky door hinges the other day because that door was silent!

Creaking the door open without him noticing juuust enough to peek through the crack in the door.. and there he was, in all his golden glory. His back faced you but you didn’t mind too much, even if you’d much prefer to get a look at that front. But from this perspective you got quite the view on that lean back muscle showing through his shirt, it was slobber-worthy. You had to physically make sure you weren’t drooling..

Not to mention that ASS, oh my GOD! That man ran all round’ the world and it was obvious in how sculpted those legs were.. and datass too.

Elliott whistles some sort of song you’ve never heard as he undresses. Grabbing his visor and throwing it somewhere in the room—a soft thud as the red headpiece hits the duvet halfway falling off the bed. He gives a little hip sway as he hums to himself, a silly little thing that almost, almost, gets a giggle out of you. Hooking his fingers into the hem of his tight black undershirt and pulling it up over his head, revealing warm yellow skin and the freckles that splattered across his skin like paint on a canvas.

His red uniform shirt was thrown over the bed as well, all that remained on his person was his undone belt and unbuttoned black work slacks. His shoes settled nicely by the door, those goofy pizza socks he insisted on wearing discarded in the pile he made on your shared bed.. and if he turned around you’d notice his dorky pizza boxers.

Talk about a dreamboat, ZOOWEEMAMA!!