Evans -I settled into the last row of the statistics classroom, away from the centre of things, and watched as students trickled in. My usual habit was to sit back, take notes, and keep my head down. But today, my attention drifted forward to where he was sitting, a few rows ahead, chatting easily with a couple of his football friends. Cameroon.The irony wasn’t lost on me. I’d switched my major to math to get a fresh start, and yet here I was, drawn to someone who felt anything but fresh or uncomplicated. Cameroon and I didn’t exactly run in the same circles. And yet... there was something about him. His easy confidence, the way he threw himself into everything, completely unaware of how many people watched him whenever he entered a room.As if on cue, he suddenly glanced back over his shoulder, his eyes meeting mine. Startled, I blinked but held his gaze. For a moment, he just looked at me, his brow furrowed slightly, before he gave a small nod, acknowledging me. I returned it, may
Cameroon - I couldn’t remember the last time I’d even been near a cat, let alone held one. Yet here I was, standing in my doorway, cradling a tiny, furry creature in my arms while Trixie was halfway out the door, dressed up for her date with Dexter. The cat—Mr. Muffels—was purring away, totally unfazed by the fact that he’d just been passed off to someone who had absolutely no clue about cats."So, what exactly am I supposed to do with him?” I asked, trying not to sound as clueless as I felt.“Oh, come on, you’ll be fine!” Trixie said with that signature smile of hers, the one that always convinced people to go along with whatever she was asking. “I just need someone to watch him for a few hours. My roommate’s out, and I hate the idea of leaving Mr. Muffels all alone. You’re the only one I trust with my fur baby!”I looked down at Mr. Muffels, who gazed up at me with these judgemental little eyes, like he was sizing me up, deciding if I’d pass the test. I had a feeling he wasn’t all
Cameroon -“Cameroon?” he said, raising an eyebrow, his voice a mixture of surprise and curiosity. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”“Same,” I managed to say, still reeling from the shock of seeing Evans here, dressed in scrubs, looking every bit like a seasoned vet tech. “Since when are you...”“I work here part-time,” he said, shrugging, as if this wasn’t the most surreal moment of my life. “Now, tell me what happened with the little guy.”I looked down, trying to piece together an answer, my mind still spinning. "Uh, well, I was watching him for a friend—Trixie. She had a date and didn’t want him alone, so I took him in. He was fine for, like, an hour. Playing with his toys and eating treats. Then suddenly, he just... collapsed, and he wouldn’t
Camreoon -The next morning, I met Trixie outside her dorm, clutching her phone like she was ready to dial every vet in town. Her face was a mix of worry and guilt as I explained what had happened with Mr. Muffels.“Oh my god,” she whispered, hand flying to her mouth. “Poor Mr. Muffels! I had no idea this would happen—thank you so much for taking him to the vet, Cam. I owe you big time.” She gave me a quick hug and then checked her phone again. “I’ve got to get over there right away.”As she hurried off towards the clinic, I felt a strange mix of pride and relief. At least Mr. Muffels was in good hands now, and Trixie was finally there to fuss over him in person.After she left, I thought about walking over with her but decided against it. I’d spent enough time worrying over that cat yesterday. Besides, I wasn’t eager to run into Evans again. Seeing him in that vet uniform, cool and calm while I was on the verge of losing it, had been weird enough. The last thing I needed was for Trix
Evans -I was crammed into a corner of the packed party with my friends Rusty and Damien, half-watching the chaos unfold around us. It was the usual scene—kids laughing too loud, music blaring at a decibel level that should’ve been illegal, and the occasional questionable dance move that made you wonder why people tried to dance at all.Damien was already leaning into a corner with a girl I didn’t recognise, clearly more focused on her than on any of us. Rusty kept nudging me, grinning and pointing out different people, trying to get me to join in on his endless gossip. I gave him the occasional nod, just enough to seem engaged, but really, I was focused on a different task: avoiding Vance.Vance, with his exaggerated laugh and the smug “I own this place” attitude, was hanging nearby, eyeing me like he wanted to come over. When your dad is one of the college trus
Cameroon - I was fuming and trying to hide. From across the room, I watched as Evans laughed at something Jake said, leaning in a little closer than he needed to. Jake’s hand lingered on Evans’ arm, and I swear he looked like he was seconds away from pawing at him like Evans was some kind of prize. The whole scene made me want to roll my eyes so hard they’d never come back down.And the worst part? Evans wasn’t exactly stopping him. If anything, he seemed… amused by Jake’s antics. His smile, that easy way he was leaning in, all of it sent my thoughts spiraling. I mean, who did that? Especially with someone else’s ex?I tried to rationalize it. Evans and I weren’t anything. We weren’t even friends, really. Maybe it was ridiculous of me to be this worked up over him flirting with Jake, but still. Jake was the guy I used to care about, the guy I’d once trusted. Seeing him latch onto Evans so quickly, though, made me wonder if I’d ever really known him at all.For a split second, I consid
Cameroon -I slumped into my chair, my phone in one hand, my will to live in the other—or at least what was left of it. Evans’ name lit up on the screen with a message:"Library at 6. We need to finalize the project."I stared at it for a solid minute, torn between annoyance and, well, more annoyance. After the party, I’d promised myself to keep my distance, to stop letting Evans occupy my head. But here he was, dragging me into the library for the philosophy project we’d been assigned to work on.I had half a mind to reply with a flat-out “no” or a very pointed “do it yourself.” But no. That would make me look petty, and I wasn’t about to give Evans the satisfaction of thinking I was upset about him flirting—or whatever he was doing—with Jake. I could handle this. Cool, calm, and collected. Like the adult I pretended to be.By the time I arrived at the library, Evans was already there, sitting at a table near the back, poised as ever. His posture screamed “model student,” while his s
Evans -I left the library, still fuming from the argument with Cameroon. The chill of the evening air bit at my skin, but it wasn’t enough to cool the heat simmering in my chest. Why was he so mad at me? Sure, we’d bickered, but that was par for the course. This felt different, like there was something personal simmering beneath his words.I replayed the argument in my head, searching for clues. Was it something I said? Something I did? Cameroon had this way of looking at me, like he could see straight through all the walls I’d put up, and I hated it. But tonight, that look wasn’t just piercing—it was accusing.As I crossed the quad, I spotted Vance leaning casually against a lamppost, his ever-present smirk plastered on his face. Great. Just what I needed.“Evans!” he called out, his tone laced with mischief. “Long time no see. You’ve been avoiding me, haven’t you?"I rolled my eyes. “If only I were that lucky."Vance fell into step beside me as I headed toward my dorm. “So,” he said
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
EvansCameroon had left quietly, but I wasn’t asleep. I’d kept my breathing steady, my eyes closed, waiting for the sound of the door clicking shut behind him. Part of me wanted to say something, to stop him from leaving, but the words didn’t come. What could I have said?When the silence returned, I opened my eyes and stared at the empty room. The sheets were still warm on his side of the bed, his scent lingering in the air—a mix of soap and something uniquely him. It had been the best night of my life. No question.I ran a hand through my hair, groaning softly. The memory of his smile, his touch, the way he’d looked at me... it was all-consuming. And yet, there was a voice in the back of my head whispering questions I didn’t have answers to. Did it mean something to him, or was I just reading too much into it?And why the hell did I care so much?By the time I met up with my friends at the pub that evening, I was still no closer to figuring it out. I’d hoped a few beers and some min
Cameroon - "Evans, you're taking too long." My voice dripped with irritation as I looked at the clock. It had been 15 minutes since I had been lying naked in the bed while Evans typed on his laptop.I shifted uncomfortably, feeling exposed and vulnerable. "Can we please just get this over with?" I finally blurted out, unable to hide my frustration any longer."Patience, my pet," Evans said with a smirk, not bothering to look up from his screen. "Good things come to those who wait."Maybe this was foolish; why did I get into this?He finally arrived. He was just in his underwear. He was beautiful.My hard cock stood at attention."Took you long enough," I growled, my eyes raking over his body."Shut up, pet!" Evans growled.Although I am a big, beefy soccer player, I am a bottom guy. My eyes light up with desire as he approaches me. He reaches out, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards him."I am glad you approached me. I've been thinking about you too," he says, his voice low and
Cameroon -I stepped out of Evan’s room, the door clicking softly shut behind me. The dim light of the hallway felt colder, harsher, like it was reminding me I didn’t belong here. My feet moved almost automatically, carrying me away even as my mind replayed everything that had just happened—or, more accurately, everything that hadn’t.As I reached the stairwell, my phone buzzed in my pocket. For a split second, I thought it might be him, some acknowledgment of what had just happened. But it wasn’t. Just a notification from a group chat I hadn’t muted yet.Shoving the phone back into my pocket, I kept moving.By the time I made it back to my dorm. My roommate was out, the room empty except for the faint smell of stale coffee and laundry detergent.I dropped onto my bed, staring up at the ceiling, the events of the evening looping in my head.The way Evan’s hands had moved, like they knew exactly where to touch, where to press to make me fall apart. The way he’d avoided my gaze after, li
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 -“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
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
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
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