Got Somewhere To Be [1/2]

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Title: Got Somewhere To Be
Author: Eve atlaregay
Pairing: Flykarth
Rating: NC-17
Warning: watersports, road-head
Disclaimer: Ain't my boys. Title to The Reckless And The Brave by All Time Low.
Summary: Long car rides and small bladders don't mix. Matt finds that out the hard way. Alex finds that out the really, really good way.

A/N: This was originally a roleplay piece but I loved it so much that I made it a fic. Anyways, tell me what you think of this! I really, really love it. Like, it has become my baby. Fucking 9323 words, that's unreal. Matt always seems so in control but sucks to you, Matthew, you're gonna piss your pants.

If you've never heard of Monster, it's an energy drink, by the way. I always picture Flyzik at around about this age in fics, looking like this, because he's just super fucking adorable. Couldn't you just kiss his little nose? Yes is the answer. And a happy Hallowe'en to you all!

LiveJournal is a dick-bag and decided this was too long to post, so find the second part here.



Alex sighed as Matt started whining in the car for the tenth time already since they set off twenty minutes ago, glaring at him briefly.

"Matt, I told you, it's an all-day journey and I promised Rian we'd make it today, so that we can rest up and help him tomorrow," the 22-year-old reminded him sternly.

Rian was moving house to go live with his girlfriend Cassadee and Alex offered to help, roping his boyfriend into the deal. But Rian lived some way away from where Alex did. Luckily, where he was moving with Cassadee was much closer. The brunette quite liked long car journeys anyway but Matt, on the other hand, was often hyper and restless, and couldn't sit still for more than two minutes without getting antsy, so it wasn't exactly a relaxing drive so far. Alex eyed him as he started gulping his second can of Monster already in an attempt to stop being bored.

"Matt, don't guzzle that down, I said no rest stops," he warned.

Matt groaned slightly at Alex's words, setting down his can into the cup holder.

"I don't know why you promised him when really it's only you who wants to help," Matt muttered, slouching down, crossing his arms over his chest and pouting childishly.

While Matthew did enjoy Rian's company, the ride to get there was obnoxious and already he wanted to be free from the confines of the car.

"Matt, he's our friend!" Alex laughed, shaking his head slightly as he drove.

"He also lives too far away for my own good," Matt whined, squirming in his seat.

Things were quiet for a moment longer before Alex heard another complaint -- and this was one he really didn't want to hear.

"I need to pee, Alex," Matt announced when Alex didn't reply to his previous comment some few minutes later, biting down on his lip ring.

"Oh, Matt," Alex groaned at the 23-year-old. "It's all the Monster, I've told you before, it's bad for you and it makes you go totally insane and in your case, it goes straight to your bladder. Didn't you pee before we left? You can't have to go already."

He blushed slightly at the younger's words and shrugged. He had indeed peed right before they left but Matt had never been good at going long amounts of time without a bathroom break. That's just the way it had been ever since he was a child, for as long as he could remember. He was always the one who complained of having a full bladder.

"But I need to go again." The elder of the two looked over at the driver, giving him a pitiful look. "Can we just please stop? It'll be really quick."

Alex huffed a laugh, taking one hand off the wheel to gesture out the window.

"Matt, there's literally nowhere for us to stop unless you wanna get hit by another car," he noted.

"Then take the next exit and let me find somewhere to pee," Matt retorted quickly, nodding.

"Did you seriously pee before we left? Matt, it's eleven in the morning, we left a half hour ago, and you have to go again. You're talking shit, dude, you can't have to go that bad, you just hate sitting still."

Matt let out a low groan, tipping his head back against the seat and scowling. The older male's eyebrows furrowed together at Alex's accusation and he swatted his arm lightly.

"I do need to pee," he sulked.

Alex blindly hit out at him from one side, catching his knee.

"Don't attack me, I'm the driver!" he laughed. "Dude, seriously, no, I'm not taking detours anywhere. We'll end up lost, you know what I'm like, and I wanna get to Rian's before dinnertime, you get me? You can't need to go so bad so soon. Just listen to the radio."

He reached out and turned it on, switching stations a few times before he settled on one he liked, bobbing his head and humming along to the music for fifteen or so minutes. Peace and quiet, at least.

Matt sulked, making small noises and getting louder with each one. Every now and then, he felt a twinge in his lower half, his body unhappily reminding him that his bladder was getting quite full, and it would be nice to empty it really, really soon. The male grunted, squirming in his seat to show Alex he actually did need to pee until an idea came to him.

"Alex, I'm gonna pee in your car," Matt said finally, turning to give Alex the most serious look he could muster. "So, you either find somewhere I can go or I'll pee myself and then you have to find somewhere to clean up."

"Matt, I'm not stopping, and my seats wash easy so if you take a piss, joke's on you," Alex said in monotone, not even bothering to glance at Matt.

If his boyfriend wet himself... well, that was his bad, really. Alex wasn't intending to stop, not any time soon at least. Besides that, Matt was always all talk. He was the kind of person that got pee-shy. Alex could still recall one time they went to the bathroom together at a restaurant when out with friends and Matt couldn't even make himself go standing at the urinal beside his boyfriend.

"Look, stop being a baby. You might as well drink up the other can of Monster before it gets all warm and gross in the car."

Matt pursed his lips, crossing his legs and shaking his foot impatiently. "How much longer?" he asked, grabbing his can of Monster while Alex chose to ignore his question.

Matt was nothing if not greedy, and he couldn't deny that he wanted his next can of delicious energy drink. It wasn't like he was going to let it go to waste. So he popped the tab, cracked it open and sucked some of it down in one huge gulp before pausing and growing irritable again.

"There's nothing to do in here and it just makes me focus on having to pee more."

"I told you, listen to the radio!" Alex said, exasperated. "Stare longingly out the window, imagine things, picture a t-rex chasing the car, pretend you're in a movie or some shit, just stop griping."

The younger of the two was still convinced that Matt didn't have to pee nearly as bad as he was making out he did, he just wanted out of the car. He still had one can of Monster to drink, though, and Alex figured even if he did need to pee, he'd end up gulping it all down anyway just out of greediness and boredom. He did love Matt, but today, he was doing the whiny child thing.

"All those things are boring," Matt said, reaching underneath the seat to slide the seat all the way back and then all the way forward. The short time in the car was already driving him mad, making him incredibly antsy. "Baby, please can you stop? My bladder is starting to hurt."

"Matt, even if I was going to stop for your pea-bladder, I can't right now," Alex declined, turning the radio up a little. "Look, reach in my front pocket and wiggle my phone out, there's new apps you can play with, okay?"

"I don't want to play a game," Matt grumbled, lying the seat back and staring up at the ceiling of the car as he sipped more Monster. "What if I pee my pants? It'll be all your fault!"

The elder gave Alex a look of disdain. Being in such close proximity to him and being unable to have his complete attention as he drove was just another thing bugging him. Not to mention his bladder did hurt. It never took long for that to happen and Matt had often wondered if his bladder was just pathetically weak or if it really was smaller than the average man's. A dull ache had settled in his lower tummy and it wasn't budging.

"What happened to, 'I'll piss in here if you don't pull over,' huh?" Alex smirked, raising an eyebrow.

He was still pretty sure Matt didn't need to go /that/ badly. It's not like he was squirming around and holding himself or anything. Alex figured that meant he was still in the safe-zone.

"I don't like you. I'm gonna pee on you," Matt muttered under his breath before taking a long sip from his drink, propping his feet up on the dashboard. "Cars are boring, I still don't get why you need to lock me in one for hours."

Alex sighed and rolled his eyes as Matt started taking frequent sips on his third can. Third in under an hour.

"If you don't have to pee now, you're gonna be bursting after you gulp that," he muttered in warning even though he'd been the one to suggest Matt drink it, but he was kind of past caring. He hadn't meant for Matt to drink it as quickly as that. Alex was just glad Matt was quietening down slightly. He turned the radio to a nice volume, hoping that when his boyfriend finished his drink, he'd maybe nod off to sleep for a while.

Matt stared out the window and daydreamed like Alex had told him to despite the protests, swallowing down his drink greedily and before he knew it, the can was empty. He sighed and added it to the pile in the back seat.

"Tell me a story," Matt spoke up with a soft tone, shuffling slightly in his seat.

Alex almost sighed again, but stopped himself and started reeling off some bullshit about a prince and a princess, except full of dick jokes. Not quite a Disney kind of fairy-tale, but it made Matt giggle, so that was something. Alex started laughing at himself too after a while.

Matt listened closely to Alex talk, shutting his eyes and biting on his bottom lip. The story was one of Alex's best yet, because he would often tell Matt weird tales before bed, but laughing aggravated his bladder. He could almost feel the previous cans of Monster slowly draining into it, and he tried hard to suppress the regret of drinking them at all. When Alex's story was finished, Matt groaned under his breath and crossed his legs tightly, tapping his feet into mid-air.

"Alex, I really do need to pee," he pleaded after a couple of minutes, sounding much less annoying and much more desperate.

"Try and nap for a while, Matt, please, it'll take your mind off it," Alex begged.

His boyfriend had stayed up late last night watching TV anyway, and they'd woken up at eight, so hopefully -- fingers crossed, Alex -- he would fall asleep, at least for a couple of hours.

"I can't sleep without peeing," Matt muttered, squirming in his seat in an attempt to get comfortable and tugging impatiently on the hem of Alex's shirt.

"Matt, you can, just lie there and think cosy thoughts," Alex insisted, reaching over carefully with one hand to give Matt's tummy a rub. He was delicate though, not wanting to press at it.

"Nuh-uh," Matt whined, wiggling his hips and squeezing his eyes shut. "Please pull over? I'll take a nap." The male looked up at the younger, hoping he would take his deal.

"Baby, I really honestly can't stop here, please just try to sleep," Alex said, softening considerably. He felt a little bad for Matt, especially since he was going to be holding onto three cans of Monster very soon.

Matt let out a low groan and rubbed tiredly at his eyes. The exhaustion from not sleeping long the night before doubled with having to pee and being trapped in the car was only making him even more grumpy. "How much longer?" he asked in a whimper, his stomach starting to really hurt.

Alex sighed quietly. "Hours yet," he muttered, going back to concentrating on the road. Maybe if he ignored Matt for a bit, he'd give up and sleep.

Matt just groaned, squeezing his legs tightly together and looking out the window. "Just take one of these exits and I can pee and then you can get back on."

"Matt, I'm not taking a detour, we'll be into a city soon anyway," Alex shook his head. "Try and nap until we get there, then I promise we can stop for a bit and see if you can find a bathroom. Yeah?"

"I'm not taking a nap," Matt said stubbornly, squirming in his seat as he tried to find himself a more comfortable position.

"Well shut up and stop bugging me then," Alex huffed, clenching the steering wheel harder than necessary.

He turned up the radio and went into his own little bubble as he drove, fairly enjoying the scenery and the peace, surprisingly. And after all the whining, he really didn't give a damn if Matt was near wetting himself by the time they got to the city, he just didn't want to listen to him any more today.

Matt sighed at Alex, continuing to squirm and fidget in his seat. His hand went to the window, pushing the button and making it go up then down for a couple moments. Soon he grew bored of that and he turned, tugging at the hem of Alex's shirt again.

"Lex, I'm gonna pee myself," he muttered, hand moving down to hold himself through his jeans as his bladder ached.

There was no real threat behind it; he didn't think he'd actually piss his pants. But he did really have to go and it would be nice if Alex realised that, like, now.

"You'll have to wait," Alex answered simply, still in his daydream world. He wasn't always so irritable, it just happened often when in the car for ages with Matt and Matt alone.

"But I can't," Matt said softly, his cheeks flaring red as he shut his eyes tightly and tried to think of anything other than pee, or toilets, or flowing water. Anything.

Alex glanced at him with a small sigh, feeling his annoyance melt away. Poor Matt. He did look kind of regretful about the all drinks he'd consumed recently. It was near impossible to be mad at him when he looked so vulnerable; legs twisting around themselves, hand pressed tight against his cock, bottom lip caught between teeth in worry.

"Can you hang on a little longer? Just ten minutes?" he asked hopefully. "C'mon, you're a big boy, you can make it ten more minutes."

"I can't, Alex," Matt denied his encouraging tone, giving him the most pitiful look he could muster.

"Matt," Alex smiled, raising his eyebrows. "Come on now. Ten minutes. Ten minutes, and I'll get you to a bathroom, okay? I pinky-swear it. I do. Work with me here. Try your hardest."

Matt scowled despite the promise of finding a toilet, his eyes going to the time on the radio. Impatiently he fidgeted -- the only thing he was able to focus on was the aching pain in his lower stomach and how bad he wanted to just pee. Sure, he struggled with a small bladder, but he wasn't sure he'd ever felt such an intense desperation before. It was the kind of pain he couldn't ignore no matter what. It had enveloped his entire body and he was utterly fucked.

The fact that Matt wasn't complaining of the occasional leak yet gave Alex hope he wasn't absolutely /dying/, so he drove along, deciding they could stop at a cafe for a while, find him a bathroom, take a little break... it would be nice. Once Matt had managed to empty his bladder, of course.

"Alex, I really can't," Matt said softly a minute later, his nails digging sharply into the palm of his free hand and biting harder on his bottom lip, piercing nudging against his teeth.

He flicked his gaze over to Alex, making sure he was looking back before plastering on his most serious expression. He was beginning to lose control and there was really nothing he could do about it; he clenched his teeth hard, trying to ignore the fact that he'd just leaked the smallest amount into his underwear already.

"Matt, it's okay, concentrate really hard," Alex reassured, finding them a parking space. It took another minute or so, and Matt was groaning in the seat beside him when they finally stopped.

Alex hopped out of the car cheerfully, adjusting his tight black skinnies on his hips and straightening out his red v-neck shirt before going to Matt's side and opening the door. His boyfriend sat still, head ducked, not even bothering to look at him.

"Aren't you getting out? There's a cafe we can go to, they'll have toilets."

"If I open my legs to get out then I'll pee myself," Matt admitted sourly, squirming and continuing to hold himself tightly, almost to the point of pain, though nothing could compare to the ache residing in his lower abdomen.

"We'll wait a couple of seconds," Alex resolved, linking his fingers with Matt's free hand and squeezing it lightly.

He knew Matt was having a really bad urge to go but they were just going to have to wait until the urge passed and he could walk again. Matt's bottom lip jutted out as he struggled to get out of the car a few moments later, pausing every couple seconds whenever he felt the urge reappear. There were a few close calls where he almost started to go. It was getting a bit ridiculous, actually. Each movement of his legs only stirred his bladder, and he'd nearly lose it. This stopping-and-starting pace was doing doing to help his situation.

Eventually, though, he was standing upright outside the car and he groaned again. Standing was worse than sitting in this state, he decided.

"Can't you just carry me, Lex?" Matt pleaded, wobbling slightly on his feet in a half-assed attempt to distract himself.

Alex chewed his lip in thought, glancing down the street. The weather was kind of grey, but not cold, yet there weren't really many people going around. It's not like he'd get weird looks for carrying his boyfriend, but even so, he believed Matt could make it without Alex hobbling along with him in his arms, which, really, might not make them move any faster at all. No, he really did believe Matt could make it. Maybe. He was secretly doubting that, actually -- the older boy was carrying the weight of three Monsters and he was pretty sure bladders didn't hold that much liquid without having to expel some of it... even if that meant forcing it out. But he wasn't going to voice this because Matt was clearly already pissed about it, despite it being all his fault.

"We'll walk a little bit," he urged, locking the car and guiding Matt along at snail's pace with one hand on the small of his back. "Try not to hold your dick," he whispered in his ear, seeing Matt attempt to give himself subtle squeezes.

Matt took baby steps with Alex along the pavement before finally he couldn't take the built up pressure any more. He let out a cry as his bladder released, liquid rushing down his legs and into his Converse, soaking his socks. He felt his face start burning immediately, already lifted his hands to try and hide himself.

"Matt, fuck, get your dick outta your pants!" Alex hissed, ushering him into a little alley between two buildings.

He tried to get Matt's jeans undone but the older male just doubled over and crouched down slightly, legs barely parted as he continued pissing right there and then.

"Shit," Alex muttered.

Matt's entire face was alight with a blush, though that seemed too small and pathetic a word for the way his skin felt right then. He just stared down at his feet, not believing he had actually peed himself, outdoors, in front of his boyfriend. Not to mention that he was still going. The initial relief had faded within the first few seconds and now he just had to wait rigidly until it was over, and damn, it took a fucking long time before it finally began to ease off. His bottom lip jutted out and it took all his willpower not to cry as he stood there, unable to look up at Alex.

Alex bit his lip with a small sympathetic smile when he saw Matt shiver, assuming that meant it was over.

"You all done, Matty?" he asked gently, moving over and resting an arm around his shoulders. He was totally soaked, there was no denying that for sure.

Matt nodded slowly, his eyes still cast downward as he shuffled uncomfortably in his wet jeans. He turned his head sideways as he straightened up again, burying his face into Alex's shoulder and hoping he would just take over with the entire situation.

"Baby," he murmured, kissing Matt's head. "Should we just go back to the car? Huh?"

Matt nodded again, silent, before he burst into tears. "I told you I needed to go," he wailed, complete exhaustion making it harder to swallow down his sobs and embarrassment.

"Shhh, shhh, I know you did, Matty, I know you did," Alex cooed, wrapping him in a proper hug and rocking him gently back and forth. "I'm sorry. I didn't realise you were so desperate."

Matt cried into Alex's chest, his hands hanging limply by his side. "Now I'm wet," he wailed again before letting Alex comfort and quiet him.

"You can take 'em off in the car," Alex reasoned, rubbing his back and quickly walking him to the vehicle. It was damn lucky nobody was around.

He got Matt into his seat and helped him out of his shoes, sock, pants and boxers, though the older male looked even more miserable sitting there with his hands cupping his crotch, and a plastic bag of pissy clothes at his feet. Matt sniffled as he tugged down his shirt, trying to cover himself.

"Now I smell like pee," he murmured sadly, reaching up to wipe his nose with the back of his hand.

"You're still hot," Alex smiled, kissing his cheek as he shut the car door.

He took a moment before getting in the car himself, hovering beside it and thinking over what had just happened. There hadn't really been all that much time to dwell on it while it was happening because they were in fucking public and Matt was upset, but now that he thought it over properly... it gave him an itch under his skin. He didn't know what exactly. Just an itch. Curiosity, really. It had been an interesting thing to see, an adult as attractive as Matt wetting their damn pants. Alex had always kind of liked trips to the bathroom with his boyfriend when they were out somewhere, or even just brushing his teeth in the same room while Matt pissed. But he'd never thought anything of it; just a level of intimacy he enjoyed sharing and wasn't embarrassed about. This was something different though, and a very small sick part of him wanted to see it again so he could take it in properly. When he finally went around to his side a couple of minutes later and opened the door, the other male had stopped sniffling so much but he didn't look any happier.

Matt hiccuped as he tugged his shirt down again, getting frustrated when it wouldn't stay. "Alex, I need something," he murmured, covering himself with his hand instead.

"Yeah? Like what?"

"I don't know. Can you stop at a store and get boxers?" Matt asked, giving him a pleading look. "And wipes."

"Course, baby," Alex nodded, hopping into his seat and starting the car. He drove around down a few streets and round some corners until he came across a supermarket. Promising. Pulling into a space, he cut the engine, turning to Matt. "You want anything else?"

"A snack," Matt mumbled, slouching down in his seat, one hand still curled against his groin, the other picking at his Foo Fighters t-shirt.

"What kinda snack?" Alex pressed, reaching over to rub his miserable boyfriend's arm.

"Doritos and a Monster," Matt replied, looking towards him slowly as if it took all the courage in the world. "Just hurry, please. The sooner I have pants the sooner I can sleep the rest of today away."

"A Monster? Are you sure?" Alex chuckled as he got out the car. After the little incident, it could be safely assumed that Monster did indeed cause Matt's bladder to fill faster than usual.

Matt's face darkened at Alex's laughter and he turned his head away.

Alex stopped and sighed, coming round to Matt's door and opening it a crack. "Don't go huffy, I'm not making fun of you, I never would," he purred, leaning down to press soft kisses along Matt's jaw. "If you want a Monster, I'll get one, okay?"

"I don't like you," Matt said, pushing Alex's face away and glaring down at his bare feet.

Alex tugged the door open wider, grabbing Matt's face and pressing the wettest kiss he could manage onto his lips.

"Stop being a baby today," he said quietly, but not angrily, and closed the door, marching off to the shop.

Matt scowled and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and then proceeded to sit and pout as he waited for Alex to return.

He got Matt a pair of black boxers, with a Mickey Mouse print, just by luck. It gave him a happy bubbling feeling in his tummy to think it would make Matt crack a smile. He'd like them a lot. Along with some baby wipes, fresh red ankle socks and the requested snack. He ended up grabbing a big bottle of berry-flavoured water too, jogging out to the car once he'd paid.

"Alright, clothes, I think you'll love them, and your snack, and I bought you water as well as Monster because it doesn't hydrate you so well and I don't want you to get thirsty," Alex reeled off, ever concerned for Matt's health even though he exercised just as much as his boyfriend.

Secretly, Alex kind of wanted to see Matt getting twitchy and desperate again, and the water would help, so he hoped he drank fast. Just to satisfy the itch, this strange desire to see him that way once more. It was different and maybe even a little bit exciting.

Matt didn't say anything when Alex got into the car, simply grabbing the packet of cucumber-scented wipes and cleaning himself up as quickly as possible. After tugging on the boxers and the socks without a word, he grabbed his Monster and pack of Doritos, turning on his side to face away from Alex and focus on his food.

Alex's face crumpled slightly, hurt that Matt wasn't talking to him even though he'd been so nice and helpful about it. He was so sure his boyfriend would be excited to see the boxers he'd bought him too.

"Okay then," he mumbled.

The radio was turned on, and the drive continued. He could hear Matt sipping away at his Monster. Of course.

Matt finished off his drink within a half hour, burping loudly and tossing the can into the backseat. He wanted nothing more than to nap all the way to Rian's and then collapse in the spare bed and sleep the embarrassment away, if that were at all possible. Eyes closed, he could already feel the exhaustion start to take over. Matt tongued his lip-ring for a moment before deciding to turn on his back so his hand could find Alex. Visibly he relaxed when his fingers connected with Alex's shirt, and he tangled it into his grip before falling asleep.

Alex couldn't help but cheer up a bit when Matt's sleepiness caused him to seek comfort in the younger boy, and he was even more happy when Matt managed to sleep for over an hour. A nap would hopefully perk him up. Alex didn't realise that Matt's fourth can of Monster for the day was now finished though.

When Matt eventually started to stir, the first thing he noticed was his dry mouth and immediately his hand started searching for the bottle of water, eyes still shut tightly and unaware of any other need except for his current thirst.

Alex watched him feel around blindly from the corner of his eye for a moment before realising what he wanted, and he reached over to place the cool bottled water into Matt's hands.

Matt groggily unscrewed the cap, immediately bringing the bottle to his lips and chugging down the water thirstily. When he finished much more than half of it, he grunted and held the bottle up. He felt Alex take it from him. Matt rubbed his eyes tiredly, starting to come around.

"Gotta pee."

Alex stared at the almost empty bottle in confusion before tossing it to the backseat. How could that boy guzzle away so much liquid? He didn't quite catch Matt's little mumble over the hum of the radio, so he didn't reply, another couple of minutes passing in silence.

"Alex, I gotta pee," Matt said slightly louder once he'd awoken properly, moving so he was sitting up.

Alex blinked, doing a double-take at him. Matt had practically pissed out an entire ocean into his jeans earlier.

"What, again?!" he asked, stunned. "Already? How much did you drink?"

"A lot," Matt said, scratching the back of his head. It didn't help that he had napped and he always had to pee after he woke up.

"Oh, babe, there isn't another rest stop for a while yet..." Alex grimaced, hoping Matt hadn't woken up desperate. Or maybe he was hoping he had. He felt a little guilty about that, but he did like to see Matt squirm. Normally he liked to see him squirm in bed but he could extend the enjoyment to this moment too. It counted. That's what Alex liked to think.

Matt just whined in the back of his throat at him, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Alex, but I needta, bad," he complained childishly.

"Matt, Jesus Christ, you're a pissing machine," Alex shook his head. "Look, you're just gonna have to sit tight. Do what you gotta do to hold it."

Matt pouted at Alex and tipped his head back as he squirmed, need increasing as he became more awake and alert. "We need to figure out a better system," he grumbled.

"You need to stop gulping so many drinks so fast," Alex corrected. "What, did you drink all the Monster as well as almost that whole bottle of water?"

"I was thirsty," Matt said, frowning as fidgeted. "Alex, I don't think I can last as long as before. My bladder already hates me."

Alex groaned. "Matt, you hold your fucking dick, press your thumb on the top, and don't let go. I didn't buy any spare boxers because I didn't think you'd wet in the pair I already bought extra." He glanced at his boyfriend, watching him wriggle in the seat. "Maybe it'll just be a few leaks this time instead of... y'know, a flood? Hold it as best you can -- if they only get a little damp, it won't be a big deal."

Matt blushed a deep red and crossed his legs tightly. "Can't I just pee on the side of the road?" he asked, practically dancing in his seat.

"Matty, I can't stop here," Alex told him gently. "We had our pit-stop, you pissed, I didn't think you'd need again so badly this fast..."

It was Matt's turn to groan, moving his hand into his boxers to hold tightly to his dick. Mentally he cursed himself for drinking so much; the last thing he wanted was to piss himself not once but twice in front of Alex in the same day.

Alex giggled quietly to himself when he saw Matt sheepishly snake a hand inside his underwear. Alex's grumpy parent side was beginning to fade for the day, which was good because he didn't so much like that side of himself. Matt brought it out in him sometimes when he was tired and cranky. But this whole situation was just too amusing for the younger boy; he couldn't stay annoyed.

Matt tried to think of things other than pee, his eyes squeezed shut tightly. He continued to squirm in his seat though, dick starting to feel thicker somehow in his palm. He gasped softly when he peed a bit unexpectedly and a very small wet patch appeared on his boxers. They were an extremely dark grey, almost black, and the Mickey faces had this faded effect to them... but the spot was still all too visible for his liking.

Alex heard the gasp, and he stopped singing along to the radio for a moment to take a quick glance at his boyfriend. "What's up, Matty?"

"Nothing," Matt mumbled, biting down on his lip-ring as he tried to convince himself not to keep pissing.

"...Did you leak a little bit?" Alex guessed after a moment, his stomach fizzling slightly at the idea of it.

What the hell was this? One minute he felt sorry for Matt and hoped he could hold it, the next he wanted to see him as desperate as physically possible.

"No," Matt denied quickly, continuing to squirm in his seat as more piss leaked from his dick, a trickle this time. He whimpered slightly, getting frustrated with how increasingly difficult it was to keep from just letting go completely. In an attempt to stall the flow, he brushed his thumb across the head and grimaced at the wet feeling on his hand.

Alex frowned, but he could see through Matt's white lies. He knew his boyfriend was spilling. One glance showed his funny concentrating face and it was a dead giveaway.

"You're leaking right now!" Alex burst out triumphantly and somewhat delightedly; he couldn't even bite back the grin.

"I am not," Matt protested weakly, cheeks flaring a brighter red as he wet himself a little more, liquid trickling out a little stronger than before.

"You just did it again!" Alex giggled when he heard a very soft hissing sound as the tiniest bit of urine left Matt's body. He was definitely having problems with letting spurts of it into his boxers. "Matt, really clench your dick, okay? Rub your thumb on the tip," he suggested, reaching over to pat his arm comfortingly for a second.

Matt scowled at Alex's giggles and squirmed. He snapped angrily, shrugging away from his boyfriend's pity touch. "I am! That doesn't work!"

"Don't get bitchy with me," Alex huffed, but he softened once more. "Look, Matty, I really am sorry. Hang tight."

He kept driving, and for the next fifteen minutes or so, Matt didn't seem to have any more leak problems, though he was bouncing and dancing around on his ass quite vigorously. But Matt just ignored Alex's sympathy, focusing all his attention on the hand that was wrapped tightly around his dick, squeezing occasionally whenever he felt the urge to start pissing return. His cock felt hot and heavy, and it pained him to think of the liquid having already traveled into his shaft, just waiting.

"How much longer...?" he whined quietly, almost scared to hear the answer. Matt wasn't even sure why he was asking because they were nowhere near Rian's place at all; that was hours away yet. He just wanted a rest-stop somewhere. Anywhere. It didn't matter any more.

"Still a little while," Alex said distractedly, eyes on the road. "How're you doing?"

Matt was seriously beginning to consider rolling the window down and aiming his dick out into the open air.

"It hurts," he whimpered, looking down at his crotch, bulging unusually due to the hand inside his Mickey boxers fisted tightly around his length. He shut his eyes tightly, only able to hope he wouldn't pee. It was really all he had left at this point. The fear of not making it was causing his throat to feel tight with shame but he refused to cry about this again.

"Maybe you should try jerking off," Alex suggested casually.

"But then when I finish I have to pee more," Matt grumbled, frowning. "I always do! I always go pee when we... when we're done, you know know that!"

"No, not, like... getting off, just give yourself a semi, it makes it harder to pee, maybe it'll be easier to hold it in," Alex explained, although he wasn't sure that would work for Matt at this stage; it was clear he did have to go pretty badly this time around. Although the idea of Matt being half-hard while he peed was something Alex suddenly got very interested in.

Matt shrugged, not thinking into it quite as much as Alex, and began stroking very slowly. He was delicate about it, fearing the movement might only aggravate his need, but it felt okay, so his grip grew slightly firmer. Sliding his thumb over the tip with new purpose this time around, the skin hardened in his palm.

"Not fully hard, stop it now," Alex reminded him, glancing at his boyfriend's crotch after a moment.

Matt whined at him, feeling no better than he did moments ago. "I just want to pee, and now, thanks to your brilliant idea, I'm getting horny too."

Alex made a face. "Um. My bad..."

"You better fuck me when we get to Rian's; you owe me," Matt muttered bitterly, shutting his eyes and continuing his absurd dance.

"Oh, you feel like bottoming today?" Alex chuckled. He had to admit, he was beginning to find himself in the same boat as Matt. Not full-bladder-wise, just with the sudden turn-on. It only intrigued him all the more; his curiosity, this itch, and now it was starting to peak his interest in other ways.

Matt shrugged, not knowing exactly what he wanted and too preoccupied with the situation in his pants to think about it. Fucking half-hard and full of piss, what a ride. Admittedly, Matt seemed to be holding up pretty well; Alex was impressed. He didn't mention it though, not wanting to torture him. There was still an element of guilt woven into his curiosity.

"Can we stop soon? I really wanna go," Matt pleaded, looking over at Alex and giving him a desperate pout.

"I'm not allowed to stop here either, Matty, just keep holding, you're doing real good," Alex encouraged. He was starting to feel a slight need himself, watching all Matt's bouncing around and crotch-squeezing, but he didn't say. Not yet, anyway.

Matt groaned, practically rocking as he waited for Alex to say they were close. He didn't care where they were getting close to, as long as it had a bathroom he could use right away. It was a couple more minutes before Alex brought up his own need.

"I kinda gotta go now too."

"Good! Let's find somewhere!" Matt exclaimed with excitement, hope returning to him. He could pee soon. He could wait.

"Don't get excited! You'll piss," Alex warned, giggling at him.

Matt didn't even get mad at the comment, he just bounced up and down in his seat and nodded along, sitting bolt upright in meerkat-lookout for somewhere.

Alex pressed his own thighs together slightly, a small groan of discomfort escaping his lips even though it was only mild; his need wasn't too great at all.

"There's gotta be somewhere private I can pull in..." he muttered, looking at the grass and trees and bushes either side of the country freeway. It wasn't too busy any more, the amount of cars seemed to have died down considerably.

"Oh! So you'll stop for you but it's okay if Matt pisses himself!" Matt snapped sarcastically, his eyebrows knitting together in frustration and anger.

"Matt, there's gaps here, I think it's okay for me to pull in..." Alex hummed, finally pulling the car over onto a grass verge and hopping out.

He felt a little bit mean but he genuinely hadn't wanted to stop before because there was really nowhere safe. Now that they were in a more rural area, it was easier. It was just a little bonus that Matt had been kept desperate for so long. There was a little cluster of trees and shrub by the car; they'd be well-hidden from the view of passers-by in there, in the shadows.

"C'mon, piss-meister, don't wet those fresh boxers any more than you already have," he called, waving Matt out of the car and then holding his hand out, waiting for his boyfriend to take it.

"I don't think you're funny," Matt said coldly as he climbed out of the car, /so/ slow, and refused to take Alex's hand.

He marched past, but still in slow-motion, fearing that quick leg movement might spark his bladder to life again. Seeking a more secluded spot wearing just his red socks, dampened boxers and faded t-shirt, Matt removed his hand from his underwear, but clamped it right back into place once on the outside. Just in case. The urge wasn't there right now but it was fast returning at the thought of relief. Soon.

So--

fucking--
soon.

All of these trees to choose from. It was enough to make Matt crack a little smile.

"Matty," Alex whined, trailing after him and hanging on his arm. "Why are you so mad with me? I was good to you earlier, wasn't I?"

"Stop it, Lex. I'm trying to focus," Matt mumbled as his eyes scanned for the best tree to pee behind. Or against. Or next to. He didn't care any more.

"But I'm coming to piss with you!" Alex pouted. "It's okay, I got a semi in the car too when you were touching yourself, if that's what you're embarrassed about. And you don't need to be shy with me, c'mon, it'll be fun 'cause you're a cutie." He dragged Matt over to a good tree, with a wide trunk. "Here?"

Matt just rolled his eyes at Alex and his rambling, not caring in that moment if he was there or that they were both kind of hard. He stepped forward, parting his legs slightly and freeing his dick from his boxers. Starting to pee and letting out the loudest sigh of relief, Matt allowed his head to lean back, soon groaning quietly to himself as his bladder emptied. It felt so incredibly good, he could almost feel his insides draining of the liquid. Relief overcame embarrassment and he couldn't even bring himself to care about how loud his pissing was.

Alex bit his lip, not going himself right away. Instead he chose to stare at the grip Matt had on his own half-hard dick, urine flowing from it with a hiss and splashing noisily against the tree. His curiosity had been quenched; Alex just liked it when Matt pissed. Simple. He didn't even bother to hold back a soft moan.

Matt looked over at Alex when he heard a familiar but out-of-place sound and raised an eyebrow. "Are you pissing or are you playing with yourself?"

"Neither," Alex answered truthfully, holding his hands up to prove it.

Matt's eyebrows then furrowed together, confused with Alex as his flow dribbled to a relieving stop. He gave his dick two shakes and then adjusted it into his boxers again.

"What?" Alex retorted in answer to Matt's staring.

"Do you like pee, Alex?" Matt asked. The words hadn't even been out in the air for five seconds before Matt's entire face turned red yet again that day. "You asshole! You got your rocks off to me pissing myself!"

Alex's mouth fell wide open and he shook his head quickly to try and avoid the misunderstanding but it was too late. "No! It's not like that!"

"Jerk," Matt snapped furiously before stomping back towards the car.

Alex felt his stomach turn, both with embarrassment and hurt over the situation. He was sniffling when he turned to the tree, emptying his own bladder quickly before trailing back to the car. Matt was already inside, clearly angry, and it took a moment for Alex to build up the courage to get in too. When he did, he was blushing, fiddling with his hands in his lap. It was awkwardly quiet for some few seconds and it only made Alex ache in his chest.