A/N: Everyone kept asking for a sequel, so after I got a small idea, I caved in. Here, have this fluff piece, and I apologize for all the Cherik references, but no one really minds that pairing, right? Hahaha. I just can't ignore it as a possible influence, you know~? ;P

Enjoy!

"Dude, what's your problem?" Alex questions with an offended frown on his dark blond brows as he drops onto the couch beside Sean one night. Sean's flipping channels, not quite watching much of anything on the black and white TV set. "It's been a week since you helped me ditch Sandra, and now you're hardly talking to me. What's that about? I didn't touch your ass or anything, like you told me to, so what gives? Aren't we still friends, Banshee?"

The redhead grits his teeth, and sends Alex a look. "You know, tongue isn't called for in a kiss. Especially not a fake-kiss," he retorts.

Alex huffs half of a laugh and looks at Sean incredulously. "I – what? Is that what you're pissed about? Come on, man! You can't hold something like that against me. I had to make it look convincing, and at the time, you played along!" he replies a bit angrily.

Sean shakes his head, looking away, out the window. It's the middle of the day, Saturday. He should go outside, practice flying or something, just for fun, just to be outside on such a pleasant-weathered day. He sighs, turning off the television. He peers over at his friend. "It was just… weird, Havok."

"What, why? It wasn't that bad," Alex returns defensively.

"That's just the problem!" Sean says, changing his position on the cough to face Alex fully. "It wasn't that bad. I didn't mind it like I should've, and that's what really bugs me about it. I like girls, Alex. I know I do. I always have."

Alex looks at him oddly. "So? I do, too."

"Then what the fuck happened when you kissed me?" Sean snaps, and his eyes are searching Alex's eyes very carefully, looking for some sign in specific, and the connection is as intense as the ones Alex would always catch the Professor and Magneto sharing, when they were still friends.

Alex swallows dryly. "Um, I dunno. Did something happen?"

"I thought so," Sean says in a lower pitch, leaning back a bit and running a hand through his shaggy locks. "And it's been in the back of my head all week. And it stupid, because I don't want things to be weird between us."

"Hey, you're the one making things weird, not me," Alex answers, raising his hands in the air in a signature 'whatever' pose. "But, like… if it'll clear your conscience or something, then we could test to see if it was a fluke or not."

"Huh? How?" Sean snorts, disbelieving. "Don't tell me you want us to kiss again."

"Uh, that's kind of the idea," Alex returns casually. Too casually; does he not care about anything being awkward?

Sean's face falls. "You're kidding." The logic is practically childish, but bros need some sort of idea behind everything to keep from sounding… well, gay.

"Nope," the blond answers, smirking a little. He nudges Sean with a small push to his arm. "Come on, it won't kill ya. It's just a test. We'll kiss again, and if it's like last time, then maybe we should reevaluate our relationship. And if it's totally nasty or uncomfortable, then we'll start being friends like we used to be. Deal?" and he raises an eyebrow like someone else might offer a hand to shake on it.

The freckled boy laughs, not sure what to think, but nods his head nonetheless. "Yeah. Yeah, okay. Deal." He nibbles his bottom lip. What scares him is that he's the one who wants to initiate it this time, wants to see if Alex still tastes like Pepsi or something equally sweet, or if it still feels as warming as it had before.

But he waits for Alex to move in first. Alex leans forward on the couch, stabilizing himself with his arms, one hand on the cushion near Sean's pretzeled legs and the forearm of the other resting atop the back of the sofa. He rocks forward don his knees and presses his lips to Sean's, their chins grazing, and involuntarily, the redhead feels his eyes flutter closed. He's the one who reaches up and cups Alex's face, feeling a brush of stubble from a missed spot of shaving on Alex's jaw near his ear, and he's the one who hums slightly as he licks across Alex's bottom lip.

The blond returns the hum with a muffled moan of his own, pressing closer as his arm on the back of the couch slips off and wraps around Sean's shoulders, his hand descending into Sean's hair to grasp it and angle Sean's head to deep the kiss.

One of Sean's hands loses its grip in increments, sliding down Alex's neck, over his collarbone, and down the front of his chest, feeling out his white tank top and surprising himself with how little he cares about the lack of squishy breasts and how much he likes the firm pectorals there instead. He drops his hand to sneak under the hem of Alex's shirt, sliding his hand up the warm skin of Alex's back as they kiss over and over, letting out puffs of breath in between smacking lips and tangling tongues.

Alex his tightened his grip on the cough cushion until his knuckles have gone white, and he's resorted to grasping the back of Sean's neck and one of his shoulders, almost massaging with how he grips and ungrips warm flesh in between heated kisses.

Then, all at once, they both open their eyes and look at one another, and the spell is broken. Alex leans back to his seat and Sean pushes him away at the same time, and they stare at once another with too many questions and too little answers flickering across their faces.

"Shit," the redhead curses in a hiss under his breath. He gets up from the cough and moves to leave, but then turns back around and points an accusatory finger at Alex. "Dammit, man! Why?"

"I dunno, lonely and horny? Make up your own reasons why!" Alex barks back, standing up and pushing Sean by the shoulders. "All I know is, I'm not good with people-stuff, okay? Never was. That, and paired with my need to not kill people, I stayed in solitary confinement for a while, so I never got much practice being with other people. So, to me, sexuality really isn't a big deal; I just like people, whoever I meet, whoever gets close. And ding-ding-ding, we have a winner, one Sean Cassidy. So I'm sorry, but I'm not sorry."

Sean stares at him for along, drawn-out moment, and finally sighs, leaning his weight back on one foot as he gives Alex a once-over. "That's deep, man."

"Yeah. Tell me about it," Alex snorts. "I didn't even mean to say it, but there it is."

Sean peers down at the floor, shoving his hands into the pockets of his baggy shorts. "…I just always followed examples, you know? I didn't think about sexuality, either, 'cause I thought it was obvious: boys and girls go together. Until I saw how close the Charles and Erik were, it never really crossed my mind. I –" He opens his mouth, then closes it. He looks back to the blond, and a smile appears on his lips. "But hey, isn't it the '60s? Today, we got a lot of hippies, but I always respected their 'free love' idea. Seemed pretty fresh, pretty acceptable to me. So whatever; if you like me, I can handle it. I was just confused for a while, but… well, I can't be anymore, can I?"

"Not after that, you can't," Alex retorts with a mirroring smirk. They both laugh for a minute, out oft heir out stupidity and form the rush of emotions they felt all within the past three to five short minutes.

Sean lets out a whistle. "Whoa. So. What now?"

"I dunno. Uh… Wanna go out sometime? Not as buddies, but as, like, boyfriends?" Alex proposes, his low, rich voice making Sean smile.

"Yeah, sure. I like going to movies," Sean hints, and they start to walk together rout of the room, agreeably headed for outside, even without verbally stating it. "But I don't want to be one of the couples making out in the theatre unless it's a flick I've already seen. I actually like to watch what I paid to see."

Alex laughs. "No, I hear ya. I'm the same way, since movies are kind of a rare treat for me, but I love 'em."

And it's another unspoken agreement that it's okay to bump one another's shoulders as they walk outside, and also okay to run out into the lake, stripping down to their boxers as they go. And it's also unsaid but mutually thought that it's now normal for them to lean over and plant a kiss somewhere, anywhere with skin, while they swim or dry off or study together or do a number of other things together.

Charles naturally picks up on all of this as it transpires, and his lips quirk into a smile, and he shakes his head fondly at their antics while he reads or teaches, because it's adorable and a little reminiscent of moments he wished he could have had with someone, but he shoves the thoughts aside and lets the boys have their fun, because it's just right for them to have this.