A/N: I dedicate this story to Mailine and this is not canon. It's going to be canon-ish at some points, at a lot of points tbh, but it's not all canon.
I don't own United States of Tara or the characters, even though I'd love to have a little Lionel and Marshall for myself.
"Come and sit by our table." Lionel grinned up at the cute brunet who looked more like a lost puppy than a new student. "We're the right table for you. We're the gay table." The boy looked a bit nervous, but he sat down next to Lionel slowly. "I'm Lionel Trane, yes, that's my natural hair color, and no, I don't work out. I was just blessed with that perfect body." He laughed and the other boy smiled weakly.
"I'm Marshall. Th-this is my natural hair color, too, and I d-don't work out either."
"I can tell." Lionel chuckled and put his hand on Marshall's thigh. Marshall was cute. Very cute. Those brown eyes and the nerdy outfit were a total turn on. The way he'd walked around and looked for someone to belong to. Totally adorable. "I like guys that are more natural. I wear way too much product. If I would have to share it with someone…worst. Thing. Ever!"
Marshall blushed and, oh God, was that cute. His pale skin turned pink-ish and Lionel wasn't sure if he'd ever seen something that breathtaking. Marshall was so inexperienced and pure. Like a little boy who needed guidance.
"I-I'm sorry, Lionel, but I'm not looking for a boyfriend at the moment." Marshall whispered nervously and tried to push Lionel's hand off his thigh, even though it felt nice. He was afraid Lionel would just send him away now that he'd said he wasn't interested. That'd mean he'd be all alone. First Lionel just looked at him. Okay, that was it. He was upset. Then he started laughing. Now he made fun of him. Great! Marshall felt even more uncomfortable than he had before.
"I'm not looking for a boyfriend either." Lionel giggled and squeezed Marshall's thigh. "I'm not into deep relationships and labels and shit. I want to be your friend, mentor, maybe all of this with benefits." He winked at the other boy who just quickly looked at his food. "Maybe just the first two, depending on how comfortable you are with me. I won't do anything you don't want me to do."
Marshall's face was bright red now and he ate his vegetables quickly. "Adorable." Lionel grinned and went back to eating his apple. "You're my film class partner from now on. How about that?"
Marshall just nodded slowly. "You're in film class, too?"
"Obviously or I wouldn't have asked. How about we meet up at your house after school. I'm driving and you show me what you got."
Marshall stared at him with terror written all over his face. "W-what I got?" He whispered and his face went pale. "W-what do you mean?"
"Your film making devices, film collections, software. I'm not a pervert, silly." Lionel laughed loudly and scooted in closer. "Plus, I wanna see your wardrobe. I mean nerdy is cute, but you could dress sexier." He winked at him and got up as soon as the bell went off and announced the end of lunch break.
"My car. After school." Lionel chirped and left Marshall, who still had to process what just happened.
As soon as school was over Marshall got up and walked over to the students' parking lot. It was usually his dad who picked him up, but he'd texted him earlier that a friend would come home with him. He hadn't mentioned that it was a gay friend. A hot gay friend, but that didn't matter. Marshall wasn't shallow and Lionel seemed to be too open for him anyways. He was very flirtatious and less romantic, and the latter was very important for Marshall, since he, on the other hand, was a hopeless romantic.
He loved jazz music and old movies where beautiful men made beautiful women fall in love with them. Where no one even thought about being physical. It was just love. Billie Holiday could make a gloomy Sunday literally gloomy, but in a good way. He was melancholic and he valued his purity.
As soon as Marshall lifted his head he saw Lionel's blond hair and his beautiful hazel eyes. That boy was just breathtaking. How could someone like him even be remotely interested in him. He wasn't as popular as his sister was and he thought that if he'd ever have a guy all over him he'd be David Burtka-ish, but Lionel was Neil Patrick Harris' level.
"Hello sexy, ready to go and spend some time alone in your bedroom." He laughed and winked at Marshall, who immediately blushed. God, that boy was so adorable.
"Y-yes." Marshall nodded quickly and got into the car. "I can show you my collection of black and white films." He smiled nervously and Lionel just nodded as he started the car.
"I assume you don't drive. I saw your dad dropping you off this morning."
He'd seen Marshall? Wow. He looked at Lionel and nodded. "Yeah, I just haven't had the time and I think it's pointless, because you don't need a driver's license when you're living in New York." He explained and grinned proudly when he saw Lionel's impressed face.
"New York. Wow. I wish I could live there one day. The gay scene is huge and it's so fabulous. Can you take me with you when you live there?" He chuckled and smiled at Marshall when he nodded playfully.
"New York together." Marshall said and when he looked at Lionel he could feel something in his stomach moving. Being here with him felt right.
"New York together." Lionel repeated and took Marshall's hand carefully. This was just a little flirt, but it felt nice to flirt with someone his age instead of one of those freaky old men at the park. He liked Marshall and they definitely had a connection, maybe they could hang out more often.
A/N: So, I don't know where this is going or when I'm going to update, but I don't expect many people to read this anyways since there are barely any stories for this show.