[This chapter has no smut]
We used to restrict ourselves from making out so that we wouldn't get too used to it thus making the thirst for each other even greater, especially back in those days when we had excessive free time for ourselves.
Now we don't spend too much often. We would be busy with our jobs, go to the public gym since the gym at home every day would be dull, meet our own group of friends or sometimes together, have dinner, and then talk about our day before we sleep.
It seems like a simple, average life, but I'm content with it. In fact, I really do enjoy my life, mostly because of him.
[Brace yourself since Imma rant my love towards Him]
I share as much as possible about me with him. I want him to know more about me like I want to know about him.
If I had a star every time he came into my mind, I could create an entire galaxy.
It's so comforting just to think about him and know that he exists in the same world as I do.
He would let all of my negative emotions come out.
If I was crying, he would either give me a hug or let me lie on his lap so he could wipe away my tears. That gives me a sense of security.
He cries out his frustration too.
When he does that, my mind will have only one objective. It's to give him the comfort he needs at any cost.
Honestly, I would be a bit anxious and scared to see him cry.
I would be anxious about whether I would make him feel good and secure enough the same way as he does to me, scared if he's gonna feel better or not in the upcoming days.
But at the same time, I would be extremely thankful that he trusts me and shares his vulnerable side with me.
As a part of life, we both somehow got through all of our own difficulties and challenges.
As soon as we achieved something great, made a huge mistake, experienced something great, or got tea to spill about me, he would be the first person I would tell.
[before 'Us' in our life]
We have both fucked with few random boys without strings in the past. I wasn't able to truly love anyone in the long term. My past relationships were short, and I didn't take a one-sided crush seriously.
After one point, I thought I would never really like anyone and was just satisfied with hooking up with guys. I assume that most gay guys would have gone through this era.
I met him one day through mutual friends at my university. Our first-time meeting was nothing special; a few of my friends said he was bisexual too.
He approached me one day, and we both vibed pretty well at the beginning too. I just saw him as a friend for like a few weeks. I started sharing my gay part of life since he finds it relatable, and he shares some of his stories too.
He is funny af (I'm funnier but whatever), and I realized I enjoy spending time with him. With him around, my life will be a bit better. I never thought I would have a crush on anyone again so my liking him never came into my dumbass mind.
As the weeks passed, he became more gentle and caring towards me, and I found myself enjoying my time with him more than anyone else. It's not like we talk in a really formal way; we trash talk each other whenever we get the chance, like a true bestie would, while also being serious depending on the time.
He makes me feel secure and has a comforting aura, and that is when I realized I liked him.
I did not want to ruin what we had at the time, so I just gave him some tiny hints spontaneously, and then he began to give hints to me as well.
[To be continued in Another Fluff Chapter]