(Scott's POV)
Everyone waited to see what Magneto would do for his turn. He leaned forward and looked at Wolverine. "Wolverine, Truth or Dare?"
Wolverine crossed his arms. "Dare, of course."
Magneto grinned devilishly. He raised his chin cockily. "You insist on taking every dare so here's one you might pass up." Wolverine raised his eyebrows and waited for the dare. "I dare you to kiss Cyclops." I froze. My heart started pounding. There was no way this was happening. Surely he'd pass on this dare.
Wolverine shrugged. "Okay." He rose from his seat and came to sit next to me.
My cheeks were hot and I gritted my teeth. "How are you okay with this?"
"It's a dare. What's the problem, bub?" I said nothing. He cupped his hand around the back of my head. He kissed me. I obviously didn't kiss back. His lips were chapped and held a certain amount of force. The sort of force he put into everything he did, and yet, somehow more gentle. I was angry that this was happening. Though the kiss only lasted for a few seconds but nothing was the same afterward. Right at the end, I finally kissed back. I noticed that my hand was resting on his bare arm. He pulled away and I wanted to pull him back. I could feel that my face was even more hot than before.
How could I have enjoyed kissing Wolverine? Nor to want it to continue? It wasn't just that he was a man but also the man I considered to be my rival. We argued day and night. We had only started spending time together for Jean's sake. A few weeks ago she had got angry at us for fighting and only today did she begin talking to us again.
I was in a blur and felt like my body was on fire. I walked up to my room, staring blankly forward. I was trying to rush but it was as if my brain was lagging. Everything looked to be in slow motion.
When I reached my room, I tore off my clothes and laid on my bed. I stared at the ceiling. What in the world was going on? The Professor had been talking a lot about gay people lately.
I ran my hand through my hair roughly and covered my face with my hands. I heard a knock. "Scott, are you alright?" The Professor asked.
I heard my heart pounding. I grabbed my bathrobe and wrapped it around my sweaty body. I opened the door a crack. "Professor... I need to talk to you."
The Professor furrowed his eyebrows but smiled. "Of course. May I come in?" I nodded, opening the door and sitting on the edge of my bed. I put my head in my hands and leaned on my knees. I heard the hydraulics on his chair as he hovered into the room. He put his hand on my shoulder. "What's troubling you?"
I bit my lip. "I..." I spoke at a barely audible whisper. "I didn't want him to stop."
The Professor furrowed his eyebrows further. "Didn't want who to stop what?"
"Wolverine. That dare."
The Professor's eyes grew wide. "Okay, tell me more."
I sighed loudly. "I wanted him to keep kissing me."
"Why do you think that is?"
"I don't know, Professor! I'm so confused."
"You and Logan have been spending the mornings together as of late, yes?"
"Yeah. Only cuz I want Jean to stop avoiding me."
"How has that been going?"
"Fine. We mostly just exercise."
"Did you have any fun?"
A smile came to my face against my will. "Yeah. He always eats an apple after. Not sure why but he snaps at me for staring..."
"Staring?"
"Yeah. For some reason it fascinates me."
"What does?"
"Watching him, I guess."
The Professor raised his eye brows and smiled. I looked away, embarrassed. "How long has it fascinated you?"
I rubbed the back of my neck. "I don't know. I mean.. He's attractive. Everyone knows that." I shrugged. The Professor continued smiling and I looked at my feet. "Don't they? Anyway. Since he's so... well, you know. I guess I've always been jealous of him. I mean, I could never look like that." The Professor grinned and I pinched the bridge of my nose. "What do I do Professor? What is this?"
"Well Scott, at the very least you're attracted to Logan. Whether there's a romantic interest or not is unclear to me. Do you have interest in what he does? His hobbies, his beliefs, the way he expresses himself?"
I looked up. "Well, yeah. I guess I've been wondering about a lot of things lately. Since we've been spending the mornings together. It keeps me up at night, ya know?"
The Professor nodded. "Yes, I'm familiar with such things. Are your feelings for Logan similar to what you feel for Jean?"
I put my head in my hands again. "It's... different. I enjoy kissing Jean but I've never been so embarrassed about it. Or had that feeling."
"What feeling is that, Scott?"
"It's like a rush. It sends a chill down my spine and causes my muscles to tense. It's hard to think."
The Professor nodded. "Contrastly, how does it feel to kiss Jean?"
"It's pleasant. Her lips are soft and taste like berries."
"There's no rush or embarrassment? What about the first time you kissed her?"
I ran my hands through my hair again. "I guess... There was a bit of a rush the first time. But not after that."
The Professor nodded. "Hm, that's very interesting. But you are certain that you love her."
"Yes! Of course! I would do anything for her!"
"Good, good. Now, you and Jean got married."
"Yes, well, sort of. It was interrupted and Morph was the priest so I'm not sure it was legal."
"You went on a trip together for a time. Did you... consummate it?"
"... Yes."
"Did that make you feel... the way you expected?"
"Actually... no. I expected that I would... well, get off on it more I guess. It was like an out of body experience. It was really weird."
"I see. Well, based on my estimation, you seem to be attracted to men but have romantic feelings toward both sexes."
"What does that mean?"
"Well, it's called being biromantic and homosexual. It seems that despite your love for Jean, you don't feel sexually attracted to her. Granted, there could be other factors. Figuring these sorts of things out can be difficult and you're still quite young. Feel free to ask me any questions you may have."
"Thank you, Professor."