Filthy Figments has been open for submissions for a little bit, so I pulled together a pitch I’ve been wanting to something with for a while, mostly because 1) I love the name, as someone who’s very bad at naming things, and 2) I really wish Run With The Wind had been way gayer. I’ve only read bits and pieces of the novel, but the anime has some serious gay buddy energy (also, avoid the comic adaptation, it’s truly horrendous). It’s also just good in general (and surprisingly respect of the single black character, who is truly a delight), but I’m 99% sure I yelled about this on the newsletter last year too.
Anyway:
COMIC TITLE: Fuck Me Running
PAGE LENGTH: 30-36 pages
LOGLINE: Two marathon runners, who only see each other during events, elevate their relationship from casual hookups to something more. One hasn’t placed high enough to qualify for anything in years, but keeps coming back for reasons that confound his peers. The other is at the prime of his career, but can’t keep it together long enough to keep a coach or sponsorship for longer than a year.
CHARACTERS (both are transmen):
–Muhammed Hill: 43. Average in every sense of the word, but is often the most experienced in any group. Keeps to himself, but can be hard to read. Switch, mostly a power bottom.
–Arata Senjou: 23. 6’3” and hardly knows it- he’s long, lanky, and a little clumsy when he’s not running. Very passionate, “touchy-feely”, and often makes his feelings known. Dedicated to his sport, and has the record-breaking times to back it up. Switch.
SUMMARY:
Muhammed and Arata have exchanged sexts pretty often in the past months, feverishly building up to a scheduled meet up the next day. They’re both professional runners who’re going to be at the same track and field event in the morning, and plan to fuck immediately afterwards.
The sprint meet is large, but not large enough for Muhammed and Arata to not spot each other almost immediately. They’re unfortunately pulled together by a mutual friend, Leo, who tries to introduce them to each other (Leo has been trying to push Muhammed into becoming a coach or a teacher due to his age, but Muhammed refuses to commit), but they both play dumb. Arata, remembering their texts from the previous night, soon excuses himself to walk off his burgeoning erection.
Arata visits the locker room to toss some cold water on his face, not realizing Muhammed was close behind him. Seeing that they have the chance, Arata hurriedly locks the door as Muhammed pulls down Arata’s shorts to suck him off.
Cleaning up after their quicky, they both make their separate ways towards the track in preparation for their event in a few hours. Arata, still riled up, heads toward his place near the field, not realizing his spot is directly next to another sexting buddy of his. They flirt pretty brazenly- Arata doesn’t often play his cards close to his chest. Another athlete playfully asks them to chill out and concentrate, not expecting Arata to show off how short his new shorts are.
Arata rockets into first place, with Muhammed trailing behind in 8th. Part of it is his age, and part of it is how much he loves watching Arata let loose instead.
Muhammed and Arata lose sight of each other afterwards- Arata heads back to his hotel room to crash for several hours, and Muhammed has some intense post-race discussions about his career with Leo. Leo offers Muhammed help with getting started on coaching professionally, but Muhammed is conflicted- running has been his life, but he just can’t push himself any farther with the training he can do. Leo leaves the offer on the table while Muhammed silently worries about if he’d be able to see Arata anymore if he changed paths.
Muhammed arrives back at his own hotel room (one floor below) just before Arata shows up, bodega bag of lube and condoms in hand. Arata picks up on something feeling off with Muhammed, but Muhammed brushes it off with an open-mouthed kiss.
They feverishly grope and grab at each other against the door before moving to the bed, where they both quickly lose their clothes. Muhammed, clearly pent up, growls for Arata to fuck him until he can’t walk. Arata obliges, forcing Muhammed to come until he can only dry orgasm.
Muhammed falls asleep almost immediately, so Arata cleans up and orders take out. Muhammed reawakens, surprised, just as food arrives. Arata again picks up on Muhammed seeming disheartened about something, and finally prods him about it. Muhammed worries he’s holding Arata back, and Arata assures him he wouldn’t be here if he didn’t want to. Muhammed worries that he’ll still cause Arata to fall behind since these meets are the only times they get to spend together, and the both of them could be doing much more productive things with their time, career-wise.
Arata, clearly distraught, stumbles over his words but gets out that he has two interests: running, and Muhammed. Even though he’s younger, Arata knows that he wants to pursue both of these as far as he can, and asks Muhammed that if he starts coaching, that he could be Arata’s coach when starts working towards qualifying for the Olympics. Muhammed, not expecting this level of sudden passion, is startled but says he’ll think about letting Arata be his first student. They make out again.