four
The second Tyler walked into the bathroom, his back was against the door and Josh's lips were on his. Tyler heard himself groan embarrassingly loud when Josh pushed their bodies together and tangled one hand in Tyler's hair.
Josh mumbled things between kisses. Sometimes they were cute, like, "your giggle is adorable." But sometimes they were hot, like "you're fucking mine, Tyler." The latter usually came with a hickey that Tyler knew he'd have a hell of a time hiding.
After ten minutes, they were both messy haired, turned on, and knew they had to go back to Gerard's room.
"Did you guys just fuck in my bathroom?" Gerard asked when they walked in, his mouth wide open.
Josh smirked. "Wouldn't you like to know, Way?"
Gerard looked infuriated. "Yeah, I would, because it's my fucking bathroom!"
Josh laughed and slung an arm around Gerard. "Just made out."
Gerard hissed something that rhymed with "lan more" and sat down at his desk.
Tyler couldn't help but grin as he and Josh sat back down, their knees overlapping, Josh's hand resting on his.
Tyler felt wrong for some reason. It was nagging. After Josh left it got worse. He almost cried while Patrick drove him home.
The second he was in his room, Tyler was a mess. The tears came before he could even think about why he was crying. His world was spinning. He shouldn't have made out with Josh. He should've never kissed him. It was wrong. Tyler kneeled down and prayed through his tears for an hour.
He he tried texting Josh, but he was probably asleep. He couldn't talk to anyone from basketball.
So he took a wild guess at Gerard's username.
TyJo: gerard?
gerard way: that would me be
TyJo: are you busy?
gerard way: not particularly. what do you need
TyJo: do you think being gay is wrong?
gerard way: there's no reason to, other than religion, and religion is bullshit. the bible says we can't wear fucking cotton blends
gerard way: apologies, i know you're an avid fan of jesus
TyJo: i feel like what i did with josh was wrong
gerard way: you've been raised with the complex to believe it was. it wasn't.
TyJo: how many guys has josh been with?
Gerard spent a long time typing on that one.
gerard way: he's slept with a fair number, i won't lie to you. but he actually likes you, which i can honestly say has never happened to him. he actually likes talking to you. he thinks you're a really sweet and talented kid. and i know i'm biased, but he's great. you'd be missing out if you didn't date him.
Tyler chewed his lip thoughtfully, ignoring the itching on his face where the tears dried.
TyJo: are you okay gerard?
gerard way: what? i'm fine
TyJo: you always seem really sad- like, your poems are really good but they always sound really hopeless and josh seemed really freaked about you being gone and i guess i was just wondering.
gerard way: i've had some bad patches. it happens. it'll be alright.
gerard way: don't you have a game tomorrow?
TyJo: unfortunately
gerard way: we can get coffee before the game
TyJo: you're coming to the game?
gerard way: i don't have fuck else to do. besides, maybe they'll kick me out. that always happened to me at middle school games
Tyler remembered a chubby emo kid who always swore loudly at games in eighth grade.
TyJo: you were that guy?
gerard way: yes. go to sleep. pick me up at eight oh one sharp.
gerard way: exactly.
Tyler smiled softly. He was already more comfortable with Gerard than he was with any of his basketball friends. Where has this been his whole life?
He sent one last text, to Josh, before he went to sleep.
TyJo: be my boyfriend?