Evan was heading back to his dorm room. The thought of what it looked like today made him want to turn around and go right back to a class — any class just to avoid seeing the destruction inflicted by his asshole roommate. Cameron Dalton, the biggest asshole on the planet, was notorious for leaving a mess. Wet towels on the floor, food everywhere, dirty clothes on the floor instead of the hamper, and some kind of suspicious odor under his bed. There had been times when he was bearable. He had saved his ass at the strip club and watched his back on more than one occasion, but the room. The room was always a disaster area.

Evan sighed with his hand on the doorknob. He had forgotten a book and now had to come back and get it.

He opened the door and let out a loud sigh. As always, the room was a mess. Evan kicked a carton of Chinese food out of his way and noodles flew out. His eyes scanned the room. He shook his head and crossed to the fridge for a soda. It was empty. Even the food he’d bought was gone.

“Goddammit! Cameron!” Evan stormed into the bedroom. Cameron was sleeping on his stomach, one foot hanging out of the sheets that barely covered his ass. He kicked Cameron’s foot. “Get up!”

Cameron rolled over and looked at Evan. “What the fuck?”

“Where is all my food?” Evan eyed him.

Cameron smiled and rubbed his stomach in a circle. “It was good, man. Thanks.”

“That’s it!” Evan ripped the sheet off of him and hauled him up. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Um… right now the fact that I’m naked is one.” Cameron arched a brow.

Evan looked down. Oh shit. He let go and turned around. “Put some fucking clothes on.”

“I like being au natural. Feel the slight breeze blowing my balls.”

“My foot is going to be blowing up your ass in a minute.” Evan hadn’t been prepared to see Cameron fully naked, and now that he had, he couldn’t get the image out of his head. Cameron was over six feet tall, with dirty blond hair and gray eyes. He was definitely muscular. Evan hadn’t noticed before, but he did now.

“Oh, come on, Voronova. I’ll buy you some food.” Cameron pulled his boxers on.

“That’s not the point. Are you dressed yet?”

“Sorta.” Cameron chuckled.

Evan turned around. He was tall, but he wasn’t as tall as Cameron. He actually had to look up at him, and that made things worse. He was trying to be intimidating and it was falling flat.

“Why do you do this to me? Do you hate me that much?”

“Do what?”

“Eat my food, leave this place a disaster area. It stinks in here.”

“Could be the socks I use when I jack off. They’re probably crunchy now.”

“Oh God.” Evan put his hand over his mouth and walked out.

“Oh, chill out. I’m just kidding.” Cameron followed him out and looked around the room. “Maybe we need a maid.”

“Maybe you just need to get off your ass and do something with your mess.” Evan looked at him.

Cameron smiled. Evan Voronova had to be one of the hottest guys he had ever seen. When he had first gotten his room assignment, he had been paired with some guy from the band who played trombone. That wasn’t going to work. He had looked through the schools files, and when he had seen Evan’s picture, that had been it for him. He had switched his room assignment and voila. He was Evan’s roommate.

Cameron’s eyes traveled his body as he stood there staring at him. Evan had his back to him, picking up clothes, and Cameron couldn’t stop looking at his ass. Damn it was nice. He looked up in time to catch his clothes thrown at him.

“Please, clean this up. I have to go to class, but I would like to see this place clean when I come back.”

“You expect me to have it done in an hour?”

Evan fixed him with a look. He grabbed his books and strode out, slamming the door behind him. Cameron looked around the room and sighed.

“Shit.” The first call he made was to the cheerleading squad. It paid to be on the football team. They arrived within minutes and the room was looking better already. Cameron did do some of the work. He wanted to be able to say he had a hand in doing some of it.

The bathroom was the worst of it, the tub had a ring around it and the shower… Cameron shuddered and sprayed everything down with bleach. He ran around picking up his clothes, making a run to the laundry room on the first floor, throwing everything in, and jogging back up. Next he sent out some of the girls for food. After almost an hour, the room was almost finished. Cameron thanked them all, giving each a smack on the ass and sending them on their way.

He checked his watch and ran back down to the laundry room, throwing the clothes in a bag. He was on his way back up when he saw Evan walking down the hall. He stopped and let him go in first. Cameron snuck down the hall listening at the door. Evan was on the phone with someone.

“I can see the floor, that’s a plus.”

Cameron reached for the doorknob.

“He has to be the most infuriating guy I have ever met, Jensen.”

Cameron arched a brow. Infuriating?

“I can’t wait until school is out. I get to come home and hit the pond, maybe get some time in at the range, let off some steam. Come to the room when you get out of class.”

Cameron waited until he heard Evan moving around in the room and came back in. He went to his room and unloaded the laundry on his bed. In his hurry he had grabbed Evan’s as well, and was now looking at his boxers.

“Why do you have my clothes?” Evan was standing in the open doorway.

“In my rush to clean this place, I grabbed your stuff too.” Cameron threw his boxers at him.

“Well I can do my own laundry.” Evan smirked at him. “I do know how, unlike some people.”

Cameron watched him leave and for once felt some anger. He followed Evan to his room and stood in his doorway. Evan’s room was immaculate, nothing out of place. You could probably eat off the floor.

“You could at least say thank you.”

“For what? Shit you should have done in the first place? I should have transferred rooms the minute I saw how you lived.”

“As opposed to your… excessive cleanliness?” Cameron waved his hand around Evan’s room. “I don’t think anyone would be good enough for you.”

“At least it doesn’t smell in here.”

“Sure it does. It smells like antiseptic and a hint of asshole.” Cameron walked out.

Evan followed him. “Are you calling me an asshole?”

Cameron turned and smiled. “If the shoe fits.”

“I didn’t even think you could find your shoes.” Evan stood there with his hands on his hips. “I’m surprised you can find anything.”

“Great comeback.” Cameron rolled his eyes.

“Is this how it’s going to be? You clean once and then tomorrow it will be back to a mess, right? Did you even replace all the food you ate?” Evan walked to the fridge and opened it. It was packed full. “Well, at least you got that part right.”

“Wow. Was that a compliment?” Cameron stalked over. “Would it kill you to say something nice?”

“You’re a clean dickhead now?”

Cameron shoved him into the wall. “I did what you asked me to do. The least you could do is say thank you.”

With one movement, Evan knocked Cameron on his ass, straddled him, and grabbed him by the throat. “Thank you, asshole.”

The shock of Evan taking him out pissed him off, and he flipped them over, pinned Evan’s hands, and squeezed his thighs around his hips.

“That wasn’t nice.” Cameron’s eyes blazed.

“Let go,” Evan said quietly. “Now.”

“Or what?”

“I’m not kidding.” Evan was getting angrier and angrier.

“You started this.”

“No, you did when you shoved me into the wall. Now get off, or I swear you will regret it.”

Cameron jeered, “Bring it.”

Evan bucked his hips, sending Cameron flying overhead. He landed on his back with a grunt and got up immediately. Evan did a back spring and was up on his feet, circling Cameron.

“Someone’s spry.”

Evan watched Cameron’s body language. They circled each other, hands out, fingers moving, ready for the attack. Cameron lunged at Evan and he sidestepped it, kicking Cameron in the ass, sending him sprawling onto the floor face first.

“Evan one. Cameron none.”

“Oh it’s on now!” Cameron got up and wiped the blood from his lip.

“Bring it, bitch.”

Cameron watched his every move. He was taller and he knew he was stronger, but Evan had moves, moves of someone trained. He watched his face and circled him. Evan was waiting for him to make a move. He made the move toward Evan and at the last second spun around, shifting behind him. He punched him in the back, sending him flying into the coffee table. There was a loud crack and Cameron realized his mistake too late.

“Shit!” Cameron ran to Evan and turned him over. “Oh God, Evan. I’m sorry.”

“Ice.” Evan put his hand to his head. There was blood on it.

“Oh shit!” Cameron ran to the fridge and got a towel and ice. He ran back to Evan and picked him up, taking him to his room. He put him on the bed. The blood was still coming and he took his shirt off trying to stop it. “Oh God, Evan. You should go to the hospital.”

“How bad is it?” Evan felt for the slice in his head.

Cameron pulled him forward and separated the hair on his head. There was a gash, but it was nothing that couldn’t be fixed with butterfly tape. He put pressure on it and kept Evan close to him.

“I’m so sorry, Evan.”

Evan opened his eyes. He was right in Cameron’s chest and he was shirtless. He hardened and cursed his cock for always getting hard at the wrong fucking time. He tried to move away, but felt Cameron’s arms keeping him there.

“Don’t move. I can fix this.”

“Are you a doctor?”

“Someday.” Cameron winked.

“Really? I didn’t know.”

“You need to stay awake.” Cameron checked his eyes. “No sleeping, okay?”

“Concussion?”

“Let’s just play it safe. Let me get the scissors and tape, okay?”

“You’re going to cut my hair?”

“Hey!” Cameron took his face in his hands. “Wake up!”

Evan’s eyes flew open. “Was I asleep?’

Cameron looked at him. He sighed and picked Evan up, taking him to the bathroom. Thank God he had just bleached everything. At least it was a little more sanitary in there now. He cut the hair around the wound, cleaned it out, and placed the butterfly bandages on it. He heard Evan hiss once or twice and gave him some aspirin for the pain.

He took Evan to the couch this time. He felt like shit. He was going to miss his class and he didn’t care. He had to watch Evan now and would have to explain later. He realized blood covered Evan’s shirt, and he helped him out of it, giving him a clean one.

“Are you trying to seduce me?”

“You must have hit your head pretty hard.”

“Guys throw me around all the time. It’s foreplay.”

Cameron sat back looking at him. “Are you gay, Evan?”

“Do I look gay?”

“Is there a gay look?”

“If there was it would look like this.” Evan waved his hand around his face.

Evan’s eyes closed. “Open your eyes.”

Evan blinked. “You have pretty eyes. Reminds me of Ryan’s.”

“You are going to the hospital.” Cameron picked him up.

Cameron paced outside Evan’s door. He had called his father and told him what happened. He had taken Evan in and they had given him a CAT scan. Cameron called Evan’s parents, letting them know what had happened.

“Does he have a concussion?”

“I’m waiting for my dad to come back with the results of the scans. I am sorry Mr. Voronova. We were just playing around.”

“It is all right. Please keep me informed.”

Cameron looked up to see his dad coming toward him. His father was Chief of Staff at the hospital and the fact that Cameron was going into medicine was not a coincidence.

“Is he okay? Mild concussion, isn’t it?”

“Yes. Are you going to be able to keep an eye on him? If not, he needs to stay here.”

“I got it, already called the professor and told him what happened.”

“You did good, kid.”

“Thanks, Dad.”

“Don’t beat up your roommate anymore though, okay?”

“Okay.”

By the time they got back to the dorm room, Evan was tired. Cameron made a pot of coffee and gave him a cup. He made dinner and put a movie on. Cameron brought Evan a plate and sat down next to him.

“You cook?”

“Yes. I sing, too. God, I am so sorry Evan.”

“It’s okay. Thanks for calling my dads.”

Cameron ran his hand through Evan’s hair. The one guy he found attractive was now sitting on the couch hurt because of him. He realized what he was doing and saw Evan looking at him. He pulled away and watched the movie.

“Cameron?”

“Yeah.”

Evan was staring at his lip. He couldn’t stop himself. He tore his eyes away and saw Cameron watching him with a mixture of concern and something else.

“I think I have to use the bathroom.” Evan stood and immediately fell back. Cameron grabbed him and now they were inches apart.

“Be careful. Don’t stand up so fast.” He looked in Evan’s eyes and realized they were leaning into each other. He could be an ass, but he wasn’t going to make out with a guy who had a concussion. He backed off and helped Evan up.

“I can pee alone.” Evan closed the bathroom door.

What the fuck is wrong with me? Evan leaned against the door and sighed. He had almost kissed the roommate he hated. Had wanted to kiss him. “I did hit my head hard.”