Cameroon -I had always loved swimming. It helped me clear my mind and find solutions to complicated problems, such as crushing on a guy who was everything I needed to stay clear of. What was about Evans I liked so damned much? Yes, he was attractive. Yes, he was smart. And yes, he was likable, but not only in that superficial way popular kids usually were. It was just his damned luck that, after running away from an impossible situation, he would end up in much a similar one.Jake had been... I sighed. He had seemed perfect at first, too, right? Dangerous and sexy, that bad boy appeal, fantastic body, cute smile, and all that. I just couldn't believe I was walking down the same path again. There were differences, however, in how the two compared if I thought about it long enough. Something was a bit twisted in Jake's soul; as far as I could recall, he was materialistic; that should have sent all my alarm systems on high alert.Only that I had been too much in love to pay it any mind.
CameroonI didn’t know why I said it. I didn’t want to talk about Jake; I didn’t want to give Evans the satisfaction of knowing how much seeing him with Jake at the party had messed with me. But here I was, standing in front of him, towel clutched like a lifeline, spilling my guts—or at least the bare minimum.“It’s not about that,” I muttered, avoiding his gaze.“Then what is it about?” Evans asked, his voice soft but persistent.I clenched my jaw, hating how he was looking at me, like he actually cared. It would’ve been easier if he’d just laughed it off or walked away. Instead, he stayed, waiting for an answer I wasn’t sure I wanted to give.“It’s… complicated,” I said finally, echoing the same weak excuse I’d given before.“Cameroon, I can’t fix what I don’t understand,” he said, stepping closer. His tone wasn’t mocking or defensive—it was genuine, and that made it worse. “If I hurt you, I want to know how."I let out a bitter laugh. “You didn’t hurt me. Not directly, anyway."He
CameroonEvans and I stood in front of the library door, staring at the enormous “CLOSED FOR MAINTENANCE” sign like it had personally betrayed us.“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I muttered, running a hand through my hair. “Who shuts a library on a weekday? This is peak nerd traffic.”Evans leaned against the doorframe, looking far too amused for someone whose grade depended on this project. “Guess the universe wants us to bond in more intimate settings.”I glared at him. “Don’t make it weird.”“Too late,” he said with a smirk.With no other options, I sighed. “Fine. You can come to my dorm. Dexter’s out with Trixie, so we’ll have the place to ourselves.”“I hope your room is clean,” Evans muttered under his breath.I ignored him and led the way to my dorm. I swung open the door, expecting the usual mess Dexter called “organized chaos.” What I did not expect was to walk in on that.Dexter was sprawled on the bed, naked. Trixie, equally naked, was straddling him in what could only be de
Cameroon-I should have stopped it, but I didn't.I did the reverse of all of that. Blame it on being exhausted, horny, and having no luck lately. I blame it on my intense dislike for him. It was so unexpected and absolutely nasty of him that I succumbed to my baser instinct.I got a boner."Oh, there you go." He whispered."Looks like someone is turned on?"My brain was spasming. Why the heck was he tormenting me? Unless... he was equally as messed up as I was. I am referring to the head. Maybe spending time with a guy he loathed made him as horny as I was."You are in so out of your depth here." I tried to shake him off."You really think so?" He smiled at me and gripped my wrists, which was unexpectedly strong."You look so fucking good in that shirt, Cameroon.""Are you seriously hitting on me?" I inquired, flustered.He smirked and placed one hand on my shoulders. "I'm interested in subs." He stated this while clasping my chin with his other hand. My eyes met his, and I swallowed
EvansI leaned back on the bed in my room. I’d fallen on him. Like, fallen on him. Not figuratively, but very, very literally.What was wrong with me?This wasn’t the first time Cameroon had gotten under my skin, but this was different. This wasn’t just a witty comeback or an eye-roll that made me want to both strangle and kiss him at the same time. I shook my head, trying to clear it. It was just adrenaline, right? A harmless reaction to the heat of the moment, the chaos of our little pillow fight.But even as I told myself that, I knew it wasn’t true.Cameroon wasn’t like anyone I’d ever met. And maybe that’s why I couldn’t stop myself from acting like an idiot around him.I glanced over at Rusty, still pacing, still ranting. I hadn't heard a word of what he had ranted.“Are you even listening to me?” he snapped, stopping mid-pace to glare at me.“Nope,” I said, grinning up at him.His eyes narrowed, and for a second, I thought he might throw another pillow at me.“Unbelievable,” he
CameroonWalking out of The Outhouse Lounge, I felt like I’d just stepped off a tightrope. Evans had actually agreed. Furthermore, his voice had sunk to a low, commanding pitch when he uttered "Session zero," which was the most seductive thing I had ever heard.I didn’t know what was more exhilarating: the fact that I’d pulled this off or the fact that Evans hadn’t dismissed me outright. It was like I’d thrown a match onto a pile of kindling, and now we were both standing there, waiting to see if it would catch fire or fizzle out.“4 o’clock,” I muttered under my breath, a little thrill running through me.What the hell was I doing?---Saturday couldn’t come fast enough. What if he changed his mind? What if I’d read the whole situation wrong, and he was just humoring me to avoid a scene? What if—The door swung open, and there he was, leaning against the frame with that maddeningly cool expression he always wore, like nothing in the world could rattle him.“You’re early,” he said, ar
Cameroon -“Well,” I said, forcing a smile. “Guess I’ll have to stay on your good side then.”“That would be wise,” he replied, his tone neutral but the hint of a smirk tugging at the edges of his lips.There was something about his composure that made me feel both secure and completely on edge. Like he was peeling back layers I wasn’t even sure I had. I leaned back into the couch, crossing my arms in an attempt to regain some semblance of control.“So, what’s next?” I asked, keeping my tone light.Evans tilted his head, studying me again, as though trying to decide if I was bluffing. “Next, we establish what we’re here for. What you want and what I expect.”“Didn’t we just do that?” I quipped, motioning toward the crumpled questionnaire still sitting on the table.Then he laughed, a low, rich sound that sent heat curling in my stomach. “You’re more reckless than I thought.”“Reckless gets results,” I countered, holding his gaze.Evans stepped closer, the space between us shrinking to
Cameroon I'd never get tired of anything like this. As insane as everything appeared, I was falling down the rabbit hole, powerless to stop myself. Evans' hot cock felt fantastic in my mouth. All that mattered was the little gasps departing that exquisite mouth and the fingers in my hair pulling and urging me to go deeper, do more."Damn, I think you just grew an inch or so," I said, grabbing his cock and pulling it away from my lips to get a better look at it.Evans chuckled. "You have no idea how big I can get."I grabbed Evans' cock and pushed it back into my mouth so I could get high off it. My spine tingled with delight as the head pulsed. I felt a surge of want as I drew him in deeper, loving every instant of his reaction to my touches. Evans' moans grew louder, increasing my want for more of him."Fuck, you are so good," Evans commented. "I enjoy getting head, but you're in a league of your own." I'm not sure how you can breathe while doing that."I did not pause to explain an
Cameroon -I was extremely drunk, stumbling around the bar. Eventually I collapsed onto a nearby chair and groaned at Evans."You'll have to drag me." I said. "I can't walk anymore. I can't take it." He laughed."Hop on my back." He said. I sat up and raised my eyebrows at him. I was probably twice his weight. He saw me looking at him dubiously and laughed."What? Don't you trust me?" He said."Dude, there's no way." I stood up and sighed, ready to start walking again. I sighed and hopped on the chair."Give it a go then." I said. He turned his back to me, and I clambered on him, wrapping my legs around his waist. Huh. He didn't immediately collapse. Stronger than he looked. He managed a few steps almost with ease, but I could see a vein on his neck straining, and while I think he was trying to hide it, his breath was getting heavier."Ahh... Evans..." I whispered."Mmm?" He grunted."Would you pretty please put me down if I asked very nicely?""Well." He smiled. "If you ask nicely."
Cameroon -Evans leaned back in his chair, his drink cradled in one hand as he considered my question. “What else do you want to know, Cameroon?”“Something interesting,” I challenged, resting my chin on my hand. “Like...what’s the most unexpected thing about you?”He smirked. “Unexpected, huh? I once joined a poetry slam in high school.”My eyebrows shot up. “You? Poetry?”He nodded, clearly enjoying my disbelief. “Don’t look so shocked. I didn’t win, but I didn’t completely embarrass myself either.”“Okay, now you have to recite something,” I teased, leaning closer.“Absolutely not,” he said firmly, shaking his head. “That chapter of my life is closed.”“Come on,” I prodded. “Just one line. I promise I won’t laugh.”“You’re lying. You’ll laugh."“Fine,” I admitted, grinning. “I might laugh, but I won't tell anyone."I made a zipping motion across my lips, doing my best to look serious.Evans straightened in his chair, his expression growing intense as he began:“The moon whispers se
Cameroon -“Lord Jesus, deliver this boy from the clutches of temptation,” she intoned, her voice rising in dramatic fervor. “Cleanse his soul and restore his path!”Evans blinked, looking more amused than alarmed, though he wisely said nothing. I rolled my eyes so hard it was a miracle I didn’t sprain something. “Mom, he’s not possessed. He’s just here for the wedding and food.""Food?" she repeated, narrowing her eyes at me. “Is that what they’re calling it these days?”“Mom!”“Don’t ‘Mom’ me, Cameroon Ezekiel Anderson!” She snapped, her voice full of righteous indignation. “This boy has brought the devil’s temptation into this house, and I will not have it!”“Okay, that’s enough,” I said, pinching the bridge of my nose. “Evans isn’t the devil, and you know I am gay. Can you please calm down?”But she wasn’t having it. “Calm down?” she echoed, throwing her hands in the air. “You are sinning. I don't know what to do with you."Thankfully, Sarah swooped in like a true hero, taking my
Cameroon- The rehearsal dinner was exactly the kind of event Sarah would throw—intimate, well-organized, and warm. The room buzzed with laughter and clinking glasses as friends and family shared stories about the bride and groom. Sarah beamed, her fiancé Greg by her side, radiating that glow people always talk about when someone’s truly happy.I had been roped into making a toast, which wasn’t surprising since Sarah loved to put me on the spot. Standing with my glass raised, I took a deep breath and let the words flow naturally.“Sarah has always been the bossy one,” I began, earning a wave of laughter. “But it’s only because she cares so much about everyone around her. Greg, you’re a lucky guy—though you’ll soon realize you’re also the second most important man in her life after her old Camry.” That got another laugh, even from Sarah. “In all seriousness, Sarah, you deserve all the happiness in the world, and I know Greg is the one who’s going to give it to you. To Sarah and Greg.”
CameroonEvans glanced over at me as we cruised down the highway, the soft hum of the car engine mingling with the low thrum of the playlist he'd queued up—an eclectic mix of indie rock and lo-fi beats that somehow suited the mood perfectly. In his hand was a sleek, black Cartier box, and when he flipped it open, the sunlight caught on an intricate necklace with a tiny diamond pendant that was subtle yet stunning.“Do you think your sister will like this?” he asked casually, like he wasn’t holding a small fortune in his hand.I gasped, nearly spilling my water bottle. “You bought her Cartier?”He raised an eyebrow, his calm demeanor unwavering. “Is that a problem?”“Problem? No. But—” I stammered, trying to find the right words. “You didn’t need to buy something so expensive! It’s a wedding, not the Oscars.”Evans looked genuinely confused. “Isn’t that the point? Weddings are a big deal. You said she was important to you, so…” He trailed off, as if the logic of his actions was so obvi
CameroonThe stars seemed brighter out here, away from the buzz and glow of the city. Evans and I lay side by side on the soft grass, the occasional breeze rustling through the leaves around us. The air smelled faintly of salt and earth, and for once, the silence between us wasn’t strained or awkward. It was… peaceful.Still, the words he’d said earlier gnawed at me, and before I could stop myself, they tumbled out. “What did you mean when you said I was naive?”Evans turned his head slightly to look at me, his face illuminated by the faint silver light of the moon. He chuckled, the sound low and warm. “You really want to know?”“Would I have asked if I didn’t?” I shot back, trying to mask the nerves in my voice.He shifted, propping himself up on one elbow as he looked down at me. “You agreed to do whatever I said, out in the open,” he said, his tone teasing but laced with something else—something sharper. “What if I’d been trying to record you? Blackmail you? Or what if someone had
Cameroon"Are you going to do something tonight?" I asked Evans once we were done with the pizza.Evans grinned. "And by something, you mean—""Sexual things?" I said."Don't know. What do you have in mind?"The reply surprised me. "You are the master; how am I supposed to suggest?"Evans burst into laughter."You are taking this way too seriously. Alright, I will take you some solace. My roommate will be in the dorm tonight."I felt giddy with excitement. I followed him out as we walked to his car.He stopped by the side of the lake that already shone silver as a full moon hung above. The engine died, and he turned toward Jonathan."Let's take a walk."I nodded and got out of the car."When the weather is hot, people come here for a quick dip," he explained. "But I like it because it's so quiet the rest of the time."Evans kept his hands in his pockets, and we walked side by side, our shoulders almost touching. We stopped inches from the shore."Come here," Evans said to me.He grabb
Cameroon -Evans opened the door to his dorm, leaning against the frame like he wasn’t the one who’d summoned me over in the first place. He tilted his head slightly, a faint crease between his brows, and asked, “Did you have dinner?”The question caught me off guard. Out of all the things I thought he might say. Did you have dinner? wasn’t on my list.“No,” I replied after a beat, narrowing my eyes in confusion. “Why?”He pushed off the doorframe, like my answer had confirmed some grand suspicion, and pulled the door shut behind him with a firm click. “Let’s eat something,” he said simply.I blinked. “What?”“Dinner. Food.” He gestured vaguely with his hand, like this was the most normal thing in the world. “You know, so you don’t starve and keel over in the middle of the hallway.”I stared at him. “I wasn’t planning on keeling over anywhere.”He ignored that, already walking down the hall, leaving me standing there, baffled. “Are you coming, or are you just going to stand there look
Cameroon - “Cam, come on! Live a little,” Dexter pleaded, sprawled dramatically across my bed like he was auditioning for a soap opera. His signature hoodie was half-zipped, and he had a bag of chips in one hand, gesturing with it for emphasis.“I’m serious, Dexter,” I said, not looking up from my laptop. “I have at least three assignments due this week. If I blow off another day, I’m doomed.”“Assignments are always due. You’ll be doomed regardless,” he shot back, crunching a chip. “But this party? It’s a once-in-a-lifetime experience.”“Every party you drag me to is supposedly a once-in-a-lifetime experience,” I muttered.“Because it is!” Dexter argued, sitting up. “Who knows? You might meet the love of your life there.”I snorted. “Love of my life? You mean like Trixie?”Dexter tossed a pillow at me, though he was grinning. “Hey, don’t knock it! Trixie and I are in a good place right now. We’re, like, spiritually connected.”“Sure,” I said dryly. “Very spiritually connected, espec