#omorasi

[omomancer]

hrmm okay heres what im gonna do. im gonna go pee so im empty, then get some more tea to drink while i work on some art. and when i start needin to pee ill see if i gotta ask permission to go :3

[homo-rashi]

#omoSummer2023 Day 1: At the pool (My Hero Academia)

The summer heat in Japan is truly not something one should mess with. The high humidity mixed with the over 37 celsius temperatures can give someone heatstroke easily. That is why staying hydrated is so important…As Ida has reminded Katsuki every twenty minutes for the past three hours. 

Class 1-A decided to skip out on the fancy indoor pool the UA has to offer, wanting to have a day off from training and actually enjoy themselves considering it's summer vacation. They opted to go to the neighborhood pool in Tsu’s part of town. Each of them had to pay a 500 yen fee to get in the door and rent a locker. Katsuki was against the whole idea at first, but Shittyhair and Pikachu managed to convince him under the pretense they would race and he had to show them he could kick their asses at anything, even without using his quirk.

So here he was, at the pool. Although not much racing has been had because after getting here, the girls commandeered the pool, wanting to float on little rafts, kicking the boys out of the pool because their splashing and overall rough housing makes the water too choppy for them to relax. Kirishima has the idea to get everyone slushy from the concession stand. 

Katsuki happily accepted a cola flavored one and downed it in no time. The umbrella he is sharing with Ida is nice, but he is still sweating buckets. A pon watching him down the sugary beverage, Ida offered him a bottle of water from the cooler he brought with, saying something about how he is incharge of his class even outside of school and he can't have anyone getting dehydrated. Katsuki accepted and when he finished that bottle, another was handed to him. Before he even realized it he had dowed nearly four whole water bottles, and another was being pushed on him. 

Katsuki could feel a small need building. He has already needed to go before getting to the pool.He figured he would just go when he changed, but him and Kirishima shared a locker and he was eagerly pushing him to change and get out to the pool to race, so he ignored it….Honestly he figured he would just piss in the pool while racing. It's not like he is foreign to the concept. He always pees in the pool at UA, figures they can afford the extra chlorine. 

“I bought french fries and Nachos! Does anyone want some?” Sero walked over from the food stand over where the slushies were, carrying a large plate of nachos topped with bacon and jalapenos, Katsuki’s mouth was already salivating at the delicious spicy morales. He nods to Sero and the boy takes a seat on his lounger. Katsuki wastes no time digging in, taking huge bites of tortilla chips and cheese. 

After a few bites, Katsuki finds himself reaching for his water bottle once again. The jalapenos they use at this place are extra hot and his tongue is tingling. Sero is also guzzling some sort of colorful beverage he bought at the stand. Katsuki groans as he finishes his fifth water bottle, feeling absolutely filled to the brim with Nachos and water, but mostly water. He looks over behind himself at the bathroom and decides he is desperate enough to warrant slipping on his flip flop and taking a piss. 

He walks back over to the locker room, in search of the toilets. When he changed earlier he only saw the changing rooms and the lockers so he doesn't exactly know where to go. He rounds a corner, tucked back behind the family locker room to see the bathroom doors. Seeing the little blue sign with a man on it always makes him have to go more. He hurries over, cringing at the water he steps in as he walks, clearly people don't dry off before walking around. 

Katsuki goes to grab the handle, eager now to expel all the liquid inside him when it doesn't budge. He tries it a few more times before getting angry and stepping back, that's when he sees it. A coin slot located right below the handle with a worn out sign saying ‘entering is 100 yen’

Katsuki groans. He really needs to go now. He looks around before giving himself a quick squeeze, his light orange speedo not giving much of a barrier. It feels good and gives him enough mental relief from his predicament to form a plan. He needs to get his wallet from his locker. Deciding that he begrudgingly walks away from the toilet and heads to the locker room. 

He finds his locker rather quickly and precisely runs up to it, nobody is there to witness his restlessness, thank god. He goes to yank it open when he realizes he doesn't have the key. Him and Kirishima shared a locker because with the entry fee and towel rental fee, they both were running low on cash, Katski particulate was since he used his summer allowance a week prior on new gym shoes and gym shorts. He curses himself now for spending so recklessly. He gives himself another subtle squeeze, this time, it's harder to let go because he has to go so much more than before. Just knowing he can't get immediate relief has made him go from a five to a seven rather quickly. 

He exits the locker room, beelining over the towels, eye scanning their group for the red haired friend but not having any luck. 

“Oi, glasses, where is Kirishima?” Katsuki turns to Ida who is handing a water bottle to Koda. 

“While you were gone, Sero got another thing of Nachos, but he spilled the hot cheese on his lap and it gave him a burn so Kirishima took him to the nurses station.” Ida says firmly, Katsuki sighs, He looks around and doesn't even see the nurses station, Not really wanting to look for it, his eyes turn to the pool, The girls are all floating on one end of the pool, away from the stairs…If he just waded in the shallow end and didn't make a commotion he could easily piss and cool off. He makes up his mind and starts to head to the water. 

“Bakugo, Wait.” His shoulder is grabbed and it takes everything in him not to cross his legs as he turns around, Ida is giving him a stern look. 

“What?!” Katsuki hisses, he just wants to piss, god damnit. 

“You just ate. You have to wait thirty-minutes before swimming.” Ida says with no waver in his tone. 

“Your kidding? Thats-Thats just a myth!” Katsuki laughs at him, but Ida doesn't let go of his shoulder. 

“Stomach cramps and drowning are no joke, come sit, I'll keep you company. Don't worry the pool will still be there once you have had time to digest.” Katsuki follows him back to the lounge, taking a seat atop his towel again. He wanted to scream at Ida and tell him he has to pee so bad he feels like he is going to explode, but even he is against being that open about peeing outside of a toilet. 

Katsuki sits and settles on tapping his foot, looking around hoping Kirishima will show up before things get worse. He feels a constant throbbing pain in his bladder already, so he doesn't really know what could be worse but he doesn't want to find out. 

“Here.” Ida taps his shoulder, Katski grunts and looks in his direction, not really wanting to talk to him, considering how annoying he is being. He looks down at Ida’s hand offering him another bottle of water. “You haven't had enough to drink, you look uncomfortable, you might be dehydrated.” Katsuki rolls his eyes. He isn't dehydrated in the slightest, if anything, He needs to be less hydrated. He grabs the bottle with his hand and his body decides right then, it needs to get rid of some of its hydration because a small squirt of pee leaves Katsuki’s body. He drops the bottle in his lap and quickly presses his legs together. 

“Oops, sorry it's really cold, I had Todoroki come and freeze the cooler again while you were gone.” Katsuki gives Ida no response and just hopes he leaves him alone. Soon enough he turns his attention to offering all of the girls waters as well, and Katsuki takes this time to inspect the damage. 

There is a wet spot on the bulge of his speedo. The thing shows wetness a lot and is so thin, it holds nothing. That small leak is so visible and his body is screaming at him to let it happen again. He can't. He has twenty more minutes until he can get into the pool. He shimmies his towel out from under himself and places it over his legs, sliding a hand under and grabbing his cock for dear life, he just hopes this will be enough to get him through. 

Ten minutes later and it's not enough. The palms of his hands are slipping as he tries to get a good grip thought his now soaked speedo. He leaked badly a few seconds ago. Ida came back and made him take a sip of the water, since it was obviously left unopened. When he removed his hands and the cold water made contact with his lips, he was done for. He only managed to cut off the stream when he closed the water and shoved his hands back under himself, Luckily it stopped, but not without pain. 

“Hgggnnng” Katsuki groaned under his breath. The heat of all the piss trapped just at the tip of his cock is screaming at him. His body feels tingly from the sensation of letting go he just experienced. The lounge he is sitting in is one of those ones with fabric slats all across it, the kind that sinks down when you sit in it. He can see the ground below him is dry. He never did get a chance to get in the pool yet so any liquid under his chair would be obvious, thankfully, his towel caught most of the damage. 

“Are you okay?” Katsuki looks up at the voice seemingly pointed at him, Its icy hot, standing with a bottle of suncream in his hands. 

“I-” Katsuki doesn't know what to say. He gets his with another sudden wave of desperation and squeezes his hands tighter into his lap. “No.” He grunts out, feeling like he might lose it any second. 

“You know…they have restrooms here.” Todorki says in his monotone voice. The tone usually doesn't bother Katsuki, rather he finds it calming but right now, the fact that he can be so calm while Katsuki feels another leak threaten to spill out of him makes him mad. 

“Costs money.” He manages the words, they come out like a whisper. 

“It's only 100 yen…It looks like it would be worth the investment.” Katsku can't believe his ears, was that Icyhots attempt at a joke? He shakes his head, he can't make fun of him now, he is too focused on not pissing in his pool chair.

“No-ahnnnnnggg wallet.” At this point, the pain from just squeezing himself so hard to keep in what his overworked bladder muscles are failing to do is causing half of the pain. 

“Oh, I have 100 yen here.” Katsuki feels the cold coin drop into his lap, but he can't take it. He can't move his hands. “Well? Are you gonna go or just sit there and wet your pants?” Katsku looks up, feeling like he could cry but forcing himself not to. 

“Can't get up, I'll piss if I move.” Katsuki manages a full sentence, a sentence that gets a jolt of something to spread across Totodorki’s face.

“Well, shit.” Katsuki has to hold back a laugh, Todoroki cussing was not on his summer bucket list, but neither was pissing himself. 

“Shit, fuck.” Katsuki feels it, all of his resolve leaving him. A warm burst of liquid rushes into his hands. He quickly removes one from inside of his towel and grabs the outside, pushing it up against himself to catch the piss slowly leaving him. He cant stop it, the trickle is gaining traction and fast. “Im pissing, Fuck, Icy-Todoroki! Help! Fuck-” Katsku panic’s he can see the first few drips leaving his lap and splattering on the ground below him. 

“Uh-” Katsuki can't look up from the towel in his hand, rapidly soaking with his urine, he's not feeling any relief, only panicking as the towel gets wetter and wetter and moving obvious drips patter into the ground below him. He see’s motion in the corner of his eye. “Oops.” He hears the remake before he feels it, 

“Ah! shIT- oh my fuck!” He practically jumps up from his spot, ice cold water from a water bottle is being poured over his head. The cold quickly meets warm as he loses all control. He is peeing, uncountably at this point. A hot, warm stream is flowing with such force out of him that it is arcking from his crotch, the speedo might as well not even be there at this point. He quickly shoves the towel back over himself and pretends to be drying his wet chest off from the water bottle. 

“Stop for a second, it's obvious.” Todoroki whispers to him. He knows what he is saying, He can see the water bottle water isn't dripping off him enough to hide his accident anymore, the amount of liquid leaving him is far too intense, but it takes him a while to convince himself to stop. He does manage to stop it. 

“You have five seconds to help me before I’m pissed again, I'm not joking.” Katsuki grunts, the pain from stopping is almost as bad as when he was holding himself.

“Race you into the water!” Todorki screams, taking off running from their spot, He looks over at Ida who looks over at him and nods, giving him the okay to get into the pool. He notices the girls are not there and starts to take off. The second he is running, it's all over. Piss is flowing down the inside of his leg, he can feel it picking up speed, but it doesn't matter because he cannon balls right into the pool. Finally, he can relax. And he does. He lays back into the water, the waves from his cannon ball moving him around slightly as he releases five water bottles and a large slushy worth of piss in the water. 

The water around his crotch is warm and it feels weird in contrast to the cold pool water. The tingly sensation from before is now all over his body as he pisses, he swears he has never needed to go so badly in his life.

“Heh, feel good?” Todoroki’s voice suddenly in his ear causes him to open his eyes, he didn't even realize mid-relief he had closed them. 

“You realize you're like, swimming in my piss right?” Katsuko teases, feeling his stream start to taper off, leaving his midsection feeling sore but empty. 

“You realize with a 100 yen charge to use the toilet, this pool is probably 98 percent pee.” Todorki says, closing his eyes “99 percent now.” he smirks. 

“Ha- You know what, your alot less fucking annoying in the summer.” Katski shoves Todoroki, who splashes water back at him, 

“Ew, don't splash me with the piss water!” Katsuki laughs, feeling so much better, and now that he doesnt have to pee, he realizes he could actualy use a bottle of water, considering how fucking hot out it is. 

[homo-rashi]

It makes perfect sense to be upset over that. It’s always going to hurt when someone breaks up with you, regardless of if it was going to last or not. Like, most relationships don’t last, and going through a breakup hurts every time nonetheless.

Oooh okay I have not thought about this a lot but

Jean majors is writing! he spent the a majority of his teen years submerged in the world of fanfic, natrualy, at some point he started writing fanfic and realized he loved writing as a way to explore lives that differed from his own, aka Jean is an asexual who writes AMAZING smut (LOL)

Finley is in something smart like maybe an engineer or something he just probably spends time in a lab or with the campus decathlon team.

Emery is a human relations major with the hopes to go into law school and become a lawyer! (probs so they can offer up their servies to trans and queer homeless youth.

[omomancer]

starting to need to pee more.. im getting a little bit squirmy

[homo-rashi]

Roommates (Original Work) Ch 3.

The Favor (contains Omorashi)

Read it on my Ao3 here: Link

“That is so totally unfair!” August lays his head back into the plush cushion of the green common room sectional,

“You're right! It's totally not fair! You try being woken up three times a night by fourteen-year-old freshman who can't sleep and still wet the be-” Rowans eyes widen when August visibly tenses at his words. August tries not to look uncomfortable at the mention of anyone wetting the bed but clearly, that didn't work. “Sorry, What I mean is, It's fair to whoever would have been my roommate! Since I'm bunking alone, nobody else has to be bothered by my duties as an RA.”

“But you have your own room! You don't have to deal with a Max…” August brushes past the awkwardness, his need to complain about his last few night living with what he can only describe as a ‘caricature of an American bad boy’

“I have to deal with all thirty of my freshmen dealing with their own ‘Max’. Do you know how many physical fights I’ve had to break up already?” August shrugs, thinking about Rowan having to pull two Freshman off each other like two chihuahuas.

“If Max tried to actually fight me, I'd be a goner.” August thinks out loud. Max is taller than him by a good few inches. He definitely seems like he has more experience, just from the way he talks and acts and looks…

“Well yeah, he’s a whole year older than-” Rowan pauses picking at the bowl of half eaten popcorn in his lap, “Fuck, pretend I didn't just say that.” August immediately cannot pretend he did not just say that.

“Am I the only sophomore rooming with a junior? Why? Would that be a good enough reason to put in a roommate change request?” August immediately has his mind racing with possibility. The faint dream he had in his head of getting a roommate who was a gentle, queer, sciency guy who really liked plants and made their dorm room feel alive and wears little patterned socks with corduroy overalls, flutters in his stomach. The exact opposite of Max. His wardrobe is seemingly all black beside his school uniform. The room is decorated with monster cans and vape residue rather than carefully tended to greenery, and instead of waking up to sunlight, August has woken up to the RGB lights on Max's computer cycling randomly through what he calls ‘disco mode.’

“Max is a sophomore…He just was held back in seventh grade.” August mouth falls into a little oh shape, that makes sense for some reason. He doesn't seem like the type to actually care about school, Not that August really cares all that much, He finds it easy and studying relaxing. A good combo generally when it comes to academics.

“How do you know this? Does being an RA give you like…access to our files???” August asks, suddenly worried that Rowan knows about his water issue and the fact that he has been seeing a shrink since he was 10. Not that either of those things are less embarrassing then everything else he knows at this point, but he would like to keep some things private if possible.

“Oh god, no no no! I wish! I just went to the same middle school as him. He transferred into the class above me in the middle of his seventh year. Everyone thought he was so cool because we were poor public school kids and he was this bad boy private school guy. My friends all had a big crush on him until the next year when we ended up in the same class as him because he flunked or something…I don't really- Listen we have an understanding with each other, I don't tell anyone about that and he doesn't tell anyone that before last year I was a girl called Riley.” Rowan says the last part under his breath, even though They are the only two people in the common room at the moment.

“Is he really holding up his end of the bargain if he called you ‘manboobs’ to my face?” August frowns slightly, feeling like Rowan is getting the short end of the stick in this situation. Trusting someone like Max to keep a secret so big, that you're trans, is way different than a nice person like Rowan keeping the lid on the fact he did bad at multiplication in middle school…

“You probably won't get this but at the end of the day, in my eyes,at least he is calling me a man. I have been called way worse things by way worse guys” That doesn't make August feel any better,

“I-yeah, I don't get it because I'm not out to anyone really, except my Dad and that's only a recent thing…” August wants to help, but has no idea how. He isn't trans. He has never questioned his gender, He has never had a reason too. Of course he knows Trans people exist, but he has never known a trans person on a personal level before, and heard first hand what their struggles are.

“Wait? Really! That's great August! When did you tell him, how did it go???” August smiles slightly at Rowan’s sudden excitement. Seeing him smile after talking about Max for the past hours makes him realize how hyper focused on the whole roommate situation he has been, and that possibly Max isn't a great topic for Rowan.

- Beeeeeeep -

“Well,” August gets up at the sound of the washer finishing its last spin cycle, Rowan idly follows him into the laundry room, “My Mom and Dad just got divorced, or are getting divorced and when my dad found out that my mom…Cheated, He sat me down and was telling me all about how when I get married, and find a wife, or when I get my first girlfriend, going on and on about How I should not let what my mom did affect how I see my relationships with women…So” August pauses to start the loud dryer he just shoved his sheets into, this time having washed them first, thankfully.

“I just nonchalauntly corrected him when he brought up my future wife, by saying ‘or husband.” August smiles recalling the interaction, how his dad mirrored his words ‘or husband’ to which August replied, "definitely husband.”

“And that was it? He took it well?” Rowan asks, smiling wide

“I mean, We didn't talk about it at all after…but he didn't get mad so, yeah I'd say he took it well. What about you? Are your parents cool with…?” August asks, keeping his question vague seeing a group of guys walk past the laundry room door.

“Wanna go to my room? I don't think anyone is gonna actually steal your stuff, for the record.” August nods, admittedly, he has been curious about what Rowan's room actually looks like, being a single and all.

* * * Rowan’s room isn't that different from August's room except for two things. The first being everything is more open and spacious. The bed isn't lofted, instead being at a normal height and the tall wardrobe is replaced with a long dresser with a mirror hanging above it.

The second difference August immediately noticed in the inconspicuous door on the far left of the room that's slightly ajar revealing a private en-suite bathroom.

“You have your own bathroom? What about the one the teachers let you use?” August looks at Rowan, who is leaning down and pulling out two bottles of water from their red retro looking mini fridge.

“That was last year, when I wasn't an RA…why do you think I even applied to be an RA in the first place.” Rowan quirks an eyebrow up with a smirk. August takes the water bottle from him and takes a seat in Rowan’s desk chair adorned with a fluffy blanket.

“You asked me about my parents…” Rowan gets the topic back on track. August set his attention back to Rowan and not how incredibly jealous he is about the room situation. “I don't like anyone knowing that I'm the way that I am…but of course they had to know because they are my parents. It's just-” Rowan hesitates, August feels like what he is trying to say is difficult, so he lets him take his time.

“You don't have to tell me if it's hard to talk about…I know these things can be tough.” August offers him an out,

“That's the thing. My parents were so supportive! They were perfect! I-I don't want to sound ungrateful because I know how privileged I am but my mom specifically made me being trans my everything…Every holiday, some gift is white, pink and blue. Every time she tells me she loves me she has to specify that I'm ‘so brave for doing this.’ That's half the reason I begged to go to boarding school, I just-”

“Wanted to be a guy, not a trans guy?” August caught onto what Rowan is saying, relating to it in a way. “I've felt that. Back home, I had some guy friends, We weren't like close, they didnt know Im gay obviously, but I always felt like they were the guys, so close with each other and I would always just be ‘the gay guy’ even if I didn't tell them, It was obvious i'm different and was treated as such even in small ways…” August doesnt know why he feels comfortable telling all of this to Rowan, but He does, so he is going with it. Anxiety be damned, opening up like this feels better than any of his therapists have ever made him feel.

“You get it. Fuck. You know, I don't feel like that with you. I don't feel like you're other-ing me.” August smiles at that. He honestly was worried he had been acting a bit weird, not fully because of the trans thing, but a little bit, mostly because of his own embarrassment. “I guess I'm glad your parents got divorced.” Rowan jokes, earning a punch in the arm from August. “It's lonely being here…or I guess, it's been lonely, maybe now it won't be.”

August mirrors the sentiment. The first few hours in his dorm alone with Max after the first day was jarring. The things he would say to whoever he was playing his online games with certainly didn't make August feel welcome And he could only hear half the conversation, He could only imagine what else was being said about ‘fags and trannys’ on the other end. Regret seeped deep into his bones regarding the decision to up and leave his Dad and come here. Not to mention waking up the next morning with wet sheets, having to deal with his mess alone with nobody to tell him they would handle it and to go take a bath, like his mom used to, Feeling for the first time since he found out what she did, the need to just have her by his side, was rough.

Today though, he had Rowan who happened to stumble upon him in the laundry room, on the brink of tears because he forgot his student card that he had just loaded with money, the last of his pocket money his dad sent him for the month, in his room. Not the end of the world, but it was just building and building. Rowan offered to pay for it and for him to go shower while everyone was still asleep, without asking any questions or giving any signs of judgment. They sat and watched a movie on mute as the sun came up waiting for the laundry to finish, picking on a bowl of popcorn somebody left in the lounge last night.

“I gotta get back before Max wakes up, I don't want to have to explain why I was doing laundry in the middle of the night.” August jumps off the bed, not really wanting to leave the safe feeling of this room.

“Do you…? have an explanation, I mean? I-I don't want to pry like it's totally none of my business but if you're sick I can help you see the nurse.”

“It's not usually this bad!…I'm just stressed. It's an anxiety thing.” August says honestly. Because it usually isn't every single night, just once or twice a week. Usually. Sometimes…if he is lucky.

“Good ole’ mental health, Anxiety, gotta love her.” Rowan says, lightening the moon. August smiles and leaves, gathering his sheets and making sure the coast is clear before darting up the stairs as quickly as possible. He can now skip two stairs if he concertrains on not falling, greatly improving his travel time.

His dorm is just as quiet and peaceful as when he left it. The one redeeming quality of Max is that he is a very sound sleeper. August manages to make his bed without Max even stirring. He jumps back into bed with no intention of falling back asleep. The quiet of the room is interrupted not even a few minutes later by a harsh vibration against the wooden desk across the room.

August watches threw half open lids Max jumping from his bed and grabbing his phone, still pretending to be asleep.

“Yo-” Max's voice sounds different, deeper and laced with concern, “no. Fuck! I thought-” August is startled by the sudden yelling, He sits up and pretends to rub his eyes, making eye contact with Max instantly. “Just stay there! Don’t move. I have a plan.” Max hangs up the phone and immediately starts rummaging through his wardrobe, shedding his Pajamas without a care in the world that another person is in the room, August looks away out of respect anyways.

“I'm calling in that favor…” Max says sliding a backpack over his left shoulder, slipping his shoes on as he speaks. “I'll explain when I'm back but you just have to go with it.” August just nods, not wanting to protest considering a. Max seems pissed and b. He does owe him for saving his ass on his first day here. Max makes his leave quickly and August is left to worry the entire morning what exactly Max is going to have him do.

* * *

It’s dark by the time Max reappears in the dorm. August had given up waiting for him and spent his day organizing his things and finally calling his dad to tell him all about how wonderful boarding school is. The lingering thought of what he was gonna have to do for Max hung over his head all day. His imagination running wild. Thought of becoming a drug mule, causing his family even more shame then his mother has when he inevitably gets caught or worse, Having to fight someone for him. He would lose instantly. He would only hope he would come out of it alive thanks to modern medicine.

So when Max walks in the door with a second backpack on his shoulder, and a short, brown haired kid holding onto his arm. August was more than a little confused.

“Go. but be quiet and don't touch anything on my friend's side.” Friend? August quirks an eyebrow at Max who motions for him to come over. “You can use my computer but don't message any of my friends.” Max says before pushing August out the door and gently closing it behind them.

“Who is that?” August asks, seriously wondering if the kid is young enough to in fact be Max’s but deciding the math just doesn't add up, even knowing he is a year older.

“What does it look like, Its my fucking little brother.” Max sounds angry, But August can see the dark circles under his eyes and smells something strange on this breath, something he recognizes-

“Are you drunk?” He asks, pulling Max closer and smelling, And yes, He reeks of booze.

“Dont fucking smell me! What the fuck! And yes but- Fuck! Just Shut up and don't ask questions. You have to let him stay here.” For being drunk, Max seems to have a grasp on what he wants, August sighs,

“Why, What happened? Why are you drunk?” August is more than a little concerned. This is not what he signed up for, nor what he expected.

“Wait till the kid falls asleep, then we can talk- He needs food.” Max shoves his hands into his pocket and pulls out a wad of crumpled up dollar bills, shoving them into August's hands.

“Go to the vending machine. It's outside by the teachers' dorms and you can get whatever would be a good dinner for a thirteen-year-old boy.” August stairs down at his hands, then at his shoeless feet. Max must notice because he quickly shoves off his sneakers before returning to the room, August hears a click of the lock.

He slides on Max’s shoes cringing at how warm and sweaty they are on his sockless feet. He makes quick work at getting to the vending machine. Of course once he gets there he realizes it only takes student cards. Luckily after this morning, he is trying to make a habit of always having it on his person. He picks out some mini pretzels and cranberry juice. It was either that or Mini Oreos and a Diet Coke and that didn't seem like all the healthy of a dinner. He hides them in his pockets and stealthily makes his way back into the dorms.

He tries the handle and of course, it's locked. He knocks gently and hears nothing behind the door. He instantly worries that this was some sort of prank and Max just wanted to lock him out so his Brother would have his bed for the night, instantly he panics at that thought, because his brother might notice his special sheet. His worry is dampened when he door clicks open, and a small head peeks out the door.

“You’re Max's friend.” The tired voice says,

“I am, Can I come back inside? I'm not supposed to be out here.” The door swings open and moments later and August walks in, kicking the foul sneaks off into Max’s side of the room, just missing a bundled up pile of blankets and his stuffed shark on the ground.

“Is that your bed?” August asks, taking the food out from his pocket and handing it to the kid, who instantly lights up and grabs at the bag of pretzels.

“Yeah, I think this is yours, Max said you wouldn't mind if I borrowed him for the night.” August smiles at the boy holding the shark in his arms as he takes a large handful of the snack, August realizes the kid is small, for being thirteen. He would have thought he was seven or eight at most. August realizes he needs to know more and since Max, who he has since realized is passed out from the snoring filling the room, might not get a chance to talk to him without his older brother interfering.

“What's your name?” August asks quietly,

“Gray.” The kid answers casually, August is grateful Max did not swear him to secrecy as to not reveal anything to anyone, August sits down on the floor next to him.

“Gray, Can I ask why you are sleeping on our floor?” August asks, holding his tongue as the kid looks up, clearly deep in thought.

“Father was up all night again, so this morning he started early.” Gray says yawning into his drink,

“Started what, Work?” August asks, ignoring the weird feeling he gets from Gray addressing his dad as ‘father’. Gray nods his head,

“Drinking.” Augusts stomach drops slightly, thinking the dad must have a drinking problem, even though he shouldn't, his worry turn to the drunk roomates sleeping in his bed,

“And your brother…does he often drink like your father…?” August asks, but feel slightly guilty using this tired, clearly starving kid for this kind of information.

“No!” Gray suddenly yells, August lunges forward and puts his finger to his lips, pointing at Max, “Max doesn't drink! He hates alcohol, says it tastes like butthole. H-He had to drink with Father today, just this once. Father drinks more in company then goes to sleep, that's when he was able to sneak me out.” Gray says, August feels like more of the pieces have clicked into place.

“Why did you need to sneak out of the house?” August asks,

“Mom has been away for weeks at a conference in Europe, and Father doesn't like to cook or clean or help me with my homework when mom isn't here, so I called Max and he said I could stay here until mom gets back.” Gray says, crumpling up the empty back of pretzels and putting his hand out. August accepted the garbage and got up from the floor, throwing it into the garbage and getting into bed. * * *

“Hey, Pssst! Hey” August was awakened by the feeling of something pointy repeatedly jabbing into his back, “Psssst.” He rolled over at the persistent noise, to find himself face to face with a shaggy mop of brown hair.

“Gray?” August groaned, remembering the child that fell asleep on his floor, looking over at the windows behind his bed, it's still dark outside. “What's up?” August asks, sitting up from bed.

“I have to go to the bathroom.” Gray said, in a whisper, August rubbed his eyes and looked around the room, Max was still sleeping face down in his bed, snoring.

“Did you try to ask your brother?” August asks, sleepy,

“Yes, but he won't get up, he is really tired.” August takes a moment for his brain to wake up, remembering Max’s toxic stench last night, he suspects he is even heavier of a sleeper because of the alcohol. August gives in, realizing Max isn't gonna be of any help, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, When he realizes, his pants are dry. Suddenly he is wade awake, patting the sheets as he scoots forward. He confidently jumps off of the lofted bed, feeling relieved, except, the hard wood floors sending a cold sensation up his body forces him to cross his legs.

“Are you okay?” Gray asks, already standing by the door with a pair of Max's slides slipped onto his small feet.

“Uh huh,” August says quietly, waiting for the sudden intense desperation to fade. He didn't wake up in wet sheets, because he hasn't pissed himself, yet…but he was close to doing it now. August looks to Gray, who was shifting slightly where he was sitting and decided he needed to pull himself together and get them both to the bathroom.

“Let's go, and remember to be quiet, everyones sleeping.” August said, pulling his thighs as far apart as needed to walk. Forgoing shoes all together because bending down to grab his slippers from his wardrobe would not end well with the current state of his bladder.

Thankfully, their hallways are empty. August can't imagine its past four in the morning. August can't imagine anything except for walking up to the urinal, pulling himself out just above his sweatpants and releasing the nights worth of pee that was once destined to be in his sheets. How amazing it will feel to have his pee go where it belongs, the warm liquid running down his leg- August brain lost if though is suddenly jolted to his current predicament, from a warm drop of pee running down the inside of his sweatpants as his foot took its first step down the stairs.

Immediately, August stopped. Throwing both his hands between his legs, letting out a painful whine, practically feeling his pee go back up inside of him. He would have let go completely if he didn't snap back to reality.

“Do you have to go pee?” August turns his head to see Gray standing behind him on the stairs with a confused look on his face.

“Yeah, I guess I do.” August could almost laugh if he didnt think it would cause him to lose the battle. A battle he is determined to not lose in front of his scary roommate's younger brother.

“Come on, let's hurry then. It's not good to wait till the last second. Father always yelled at me and Max for doing that when we were little.” August doesnt have time to react before Gray is grabbing his arm at the elbow, forcing him to keep walking down the many flights of stairs.

August is grateful while cleaning earlier he decided to put on his darkest pair of gray sweatpants because by the time he reaches the bottom of the stairs going at Gray's pace, a wet patch the size of a grapefruit is under his hands, but it's not that noticeable. August takes over leading the way, making the fastest turn of his life and walking his way down to the bathroom, hunched over, just trying to make the final stretch.

August goes in and Gray turns right, towards where the showers are. August wants to just ignore him, run to the urinals and then help the kid find his way, but he decides against it,

“Gray! The stalls are over here.” August yells, and waits a few seconds. Gray comes running back,

“Oops,” He says, walking fastly past August and going into the first stall that comes into view. August thanks every god imaginable he chose a stall and not the urinal. The door at least will create some sense of privacy.

August walks up to the urinal and relives his earlier fantasy, pulling himself out, although it's not exactly the same considering everything down there is a lot wetter than he was imagining it. He waits a few seconds and nothing happens. He can hear the sound of Gray fussing about with something in the stall and he can feel his body wanting to lock up, but he pushes down on all his muscles. He was about to piss his pants walking here and now his body won't go? He won't allow it.

“Please?” August begs under his breath, a small trickle erupts into the urinal, but it doesn't continue. “Come on.” August says to himself, a little louder.

“I'm almost done, sorry…” He hears Gray yell from the stall, immediately, he feels a sharp pain in his stomach, A cramp, his body is fully locked up.

“It's okay, I mean, Take your time.” August yells back, pulling himself away from the Urinal and turning around. The sight of it makes his insides feel like they are twisting. He shoves his hands back between his legs, tears coming to his eyes. It's painful. He almost just wishes he could lay in bed and fall asleep, if it meant he could pee.

To make matters worse he feels ridiculous. He can't pee because a single person is in the bathroom? That single person being a kid who isn't even paying attention to him? He wants to scream but he doesn't, seeing as a toilet flushing filled his ears, followed by Gray, emerging from the stall, adjusting his basketball shorts. He turns on the water to wash his hands and August has to bend forward again, to keep it all inside, He knows he is losing time, but he can't go here, his body has made up its mind and it would take way too long to take a shower and try to make his body go from the water. August realizes he has one choice but he doesn't like it.

“Why do you look like you still need to pee?” Gray asks, August didn't even realize the water had shut off,

“I-uh, Can you stay here, I need to go get something in the common room. Don't move. I'll come back and we can-'' August cant even finish his sentence, He is bolting out the bathroom door. He feels himself leak the second he is out of there, his anxious brain already feeling safer outside of the deemed unsafe to pee room that you're supposed to pee in. Within seconds he finds himself in front of Rowans door, frantically knocking and dancing where he stands.

“Hello, what's the problem?” Rowan says sleepy, August cant even feel bad for waking him up,

“Please!” August says through his teeth,

“August?” Roman finally opens his eyes slightly, “What's wrong? Did you forget your student card again?”

“No, I-Can I use your, ah, Im- Oh-” August cant even speak. He can only dance, with both his hands between his legs,

“Oh my god, Yes, wait!? Is there something wrong with the main bathroom? Oh god, it didn't flood again did it?” Rowan looks out past August down the hallway, blocking his way into the room.

“Rowannnn!” August groans, feeling a large, uncontrollable jet of piss slip past his iron tight grip. “Oh- I'm peeing!” August screeches, pushing past Rowan, It's not stopping, He can feel it running down his legs, He feels it on his feet, knowing its leaving a train behind him as he finally makes it into the bathroom. He doesn't see a urinal, but a toilet with the seat down. Not having time to put it up, not trusting his ability to aim when he has to go so badly, He rushes over, pulls down his pants and slams himself down on the toilet.

“Fuck.” He feels tears fall from his eyes as his body fully unlocks, warm piss pooling around his ass- “Oh no, no no no.” August looks down to reveal his blue and green plaid boxers, still on as he is viciously peeing through them.

“Uh, Everything okay in there?” August looks up to see Rowan, standing at the open door with his hand over his eyes. Still peeing, knowing the mess he made outside, leading all the way to the toilet, there is no hiding this one.

“No. uh ... I might need your help, give me a second though.” August cringes as he says it, feeling like a little kid who didn't make it to the potty on time. He slowly lets his body empty at its own pace, not watching to risk using any of his muscles down there to speed things up, in case they get the wrong signal again and lock up. When he finally finishes he stands up and awkwards pulls his sweatpants off of his feet, feeling how wet they are. “You can come in.” August says quietly, the slow creak of the door hinges follows.

“What happened?” Rowan says, walready grabbing a hand towel from the rack by the sink and throwing it onto the ground, dragging it with his feet to sop up the pale yellow trail of piss on the tiles leading up to August.

“It's a long story.” August says, not wanting to look Rowan in the eyes.

“Does it start with why there is a small child sitting on my bed?” Rowan asks, and August immediately looks at him, Eyes wide, all embarrassment temporarily forgotten.

“I-He, its- I can explain!” August says, His life flashing before his eyes. How Max is going to kill him for getting his stowaway caught.

“You can explain after you get changed, You can borrow some of my sweatpants, do you need boxers too?” August looks down, then back at Rowan,

“I'll go commando, but uh, a laundry bin for my..” August points to his lower half. Rowan nods and disappears into his bedroom before reappearing with a pair of black sweat pants and a plastic hamper.

“Take you time. I'll take care of the kid.” Rowan says, closing the door. August breaks the second he is alone. Thinking how this was far worse than being caught with wet sheets...

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