Marcus looked at his wall riddled with images of athletes and bodybuilders, deep in thought. Even before he came out to his dad, he had plastered almost offensively built men all over his room in poster form. Guess you could say it was his type.

Was.

Nowadays his lower half didn't get even a slight tingle from his choice of decorations. This was extremely frustrating. He knew why that was. Some short, slightly twink-ish asshole had occupied THAT part of his brain for some time now. And he had done it so quickly. Marcus sighed in annoyance. He couldn't help but wonder if no matter what he'd always feel this way towards Nem. When the smaller boy grows old and wrinkly, is Marcus going to be attracted to only old and wrinkly people? What if he suddenly shots up to be taller than him? Is his type going to be tall people then?

What if things didn't...Work out? Would Nem just have an iron grip on who he was attracted to even if they had nothing to do with each other anymore? Marcus frowned. Well that was a depressing thought. Also an outcome for the situation he would rather not think about. 

He couldn't help but wonder if Nem had a type. When they first met, Erica had said something about the boy being easy. But it's impossible to know if that was just their usual bickering, or if that held any weight. Would Marcus be okay with the knowledge that Nem just approached him randomly? And didn't he accuse him of trying to take his spleen? What the fuck even was that. Marcus pinched the bridge of his nose and let out another, louder sigh. 

Maybe none of this was important. Nem liked him. He hadn't rejected him. It's not like all the drama and talk about feelings, and the boy's past, was something he'd do to just get into someone's pants. Atleast Marcus really, really hoped so.