We're All Born Losers

Gerard couldn’t take his eyes off the boy’s back. The way the muscles worked under sun-kissed skin, the curve of his spine leading his eyes downward to the small of his back. Perfect for licking.

Gerard caught himself licking his lips and shook his head, looking down at his drawing. He tilted his head to the side and added a lip ring, smiling softly to himself. He wondered how it would feel against his own lips.

He was jolted from his fantasy by a loud, “Holy fuck!”

He was down the bleachers and sprinting across the gym before his brain registered that he had flung his sketchpad somewhere. Mikey lay on the floor, gasping for breath, his inhaler nowhere to be found. A circle was beginning to form and Gerard pushed his way through, not caring that he almost knocked someone over.

He fell to his knees beside his brother, placing a hand on his chest. “Mikey!”

“Gee...” Mikey gasped, hands fluttering and eyes wide.

“Where the fuck is his inhaler?” Gerard shouted, glancing around at the faces.

“I don’t know!” Someone knelt beside him, hand hovering over Mikey’s hair. When Gerard turned to glare he had to catch his breath. It was the preppy skater. “I’m Frank.”
His face was filled with concern, biting his lip as he looked at Gerard. “What should I do?”

Gerard had to swallow a few times until his brain remembered that Mikey was the one with the breathing problem, not him. “Go to his locker. He’s got an extra in there.”

Mikey jammed a shaking hand in his pocket, pulling out a piece of paper with his locker number and combination on it.
Frank grabbed it and raced toward the locker room, his feet pounding on the floor.

Gerard didn’t have time to admire the view. He pulled Mikey’s shoulders off the ground, sliding in behind him. He wrapped his arms around his brother’s chest and took a deep breath. “Breathe with me, Mikey. Just breathe. Frank’s gonna get your inhaler but you gotta breathe, babe.” Where the fuck was the fucking coach?

Mikey took a ragged breath, eyes rolled up to gaze at Gerard gratefully.

“Come on, Mikes. Try again.” Gerard’s chest rose as he took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. Mikey tried to mimic it and a frail gasp left his lips. “Again.” They tried again and this time Mikey didn’t make a noise.

Frank fell to his knees on the floor, sliding the last few inches. He pressed the inhaler into Mikey’s hand. “I got it!”

Mikey fumbled with the inhaler and Gerard’s hand closed over his, steadying it as he brought it to Mikey’s lips. The inhaler whooshed, opening Mikey’s lungs. Mikey took a few more puffs before sighing deeply. “Thanks.”

Someone snorted off to their right. “Fucking faggots.”

Notes

these are always so short im so sorry omg. thank you so much for all of the comments and rates and subs. you guys are amazing.

also, i've been listening to Destiny's Child for the past few hours. no regrets.

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