When they were fucking, they acted like they were lovers. They would kiss and be very concerned about the pleasure they were giving, not just trying to get off. The rest of the time they were just buddies, not really even best friends. They played sports, took classes, went to bars.
It built back up quickly, the sexual need that nobody else could fill. Neither had ever been with another man, and their activities had escalated from hand jobs to fucking in a jumbled, quick way. In a private place they didn’t care if it made them bi or gay. These liaisons were the most mind-blowing sex of their lives. It was the feelings that were emerging that were kind of scary.
They never discussed sliding into deeper emotion. Both felt it happening. This was a dangerous place to go, and it jeopardized a perfect understanding. They left the words unsaid, at least for now. The sex never lost heat, but it was becoming more and more tender, the way a one-night stand ends up living with you for years.