first omo fic. bottom text.
every breath, every snap and crick in his joints working together, and moving his body further as he runs. his calves and thighs are tensed and the drilling sensation of constant running was anchoring his legs.
there was too much weight– in his legs, his arms, the camera strapped to his chest, the sweat at the side of his face even– he was the weight. him entirely.
and he was drowning in heat, the haze of the sun pressing into the back of his neck. static burning through him, it fills his veins, rushing hard around bone and fast under the meat of muscle and skin. it’s loud in his ears.
leaves, sticks, dirt–all dried heavily to crunch and crash under his feet as jay runs. the weight of his limbs slow him down and he dumbly forces a sharp corner and lets his back meet a tree.
nothing there, nothing, nothing, nothing–but there was. it was following, it had to be.
the presence of it had jay gag. he allowed his legs to fold, bending at the knees his back slowly fell with him. his jacket scratched against the bark and flaked off pieces and bits that caught in the fabric.
his chest heaved, breathe in, breathe out. he coupled another breath when there was snap to his attention. pressure hot between his legs and jay shuffled to get himself off the ground.
he had to pee. he really had to pee, and jay guessed when you run for–a really long time, the feeling just temporarily gets buffered.
dead leaves brushed around his shoes and he turned to scan his area. the trees weren’t thick where he was– someone could see, it could see.
he wiped at his face dumbly with his sleeves and the sudden working of his body started to hit him hard–every muscle meeting the sensation of weight and ache. his bladder asked for his attention and jay swallowed.
his hurriedly undoes the button of his jeans and he fumbles with the zipper. the sweat of his hands made the first tries misfires, but when he gets a grip he pulls hard. it pinches.
jay garbles out a ‘fuck’ and his hands tense around the fly, trying to unsnag it and try again. the sudden pain had an unintentional leak into his pants, but jay gets ahold of himself fast.
the heat swallows jays body, and he can feel a guttural groan tear between his clenched teeth. warmth bites at his neck and cheeks from the sun. he exhales sharply.
it’s too hot, his jackets too hot, his skins too hot, and the static is burning through him.
he very, very cautiously relieves himself, slowly emptying his bladder. jays body shivers and shakes and he slowly lets himself spill. his piss layers into the fabric of his briefs and he can only manage a whimper.
he makes a groan. somehow the piss is warmer than the sun, it’s hot on his skin.
jays hands tug at the zipper once more–it smoothly comes down, thank god. it releases pressure, and jay bites at his mouth and he sees the soak in his underwear. he sucks in a breath and tries to stop the flow–the piss has already met the inner part of his thigh.
he tries to shimmy his jeans off his hips, but parts of the fabric has already stuck to his skin. jay makes an annoyed grunt and the static in his ears intensifies. it pounds against his eardrums and it makes him feel light headed.
jays strained breaths barely mixes into the white noise.
he didn’t realize how much he had leaned forward through the process of holding it in. jay takes himself out from his briefs and moans from the sensation of relief.
he pisses–his eyes are closed and oooh.
when jay’s done, zipped up and for sure done, the feeling of his jeans sticking to his skin is tacky. it’s flushed hot on his thigh and he’s still in a daze.