I need to piss, okay!" Ben shouted, than cringed as some passengers in a nearby waiting area turned in their direction. "Now can I get on the damn plane, please?" He wasn't proud of the actual pleading tone in his voice, but God he needed a bathroom now. It's 99% descriptions of holding and desperation. Language: English Words: 1,804 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 8 Kudos: 294 Bookmarks: 11 Hits: 5,573

Sol shook his head in exasperation, and Damien hooked his hand into Sol's. The two of them had been dating for almost a year now, and Sol didn't know what he would do without Damien. He himself had always had a sort of negative, boring outlook on life, but Damien was like energy and sunshine and flowers all wrapped in a happy little bundle. He loved Damian for that. For bringing some light into his life. Damien started saying, "Oka-" but it was cut off with, "Oh, shit." The car rode for a moment, before coming to an abrupt stop. He noticed he's starting to sweat from the constant effort of clenching his muscles as tight as possible, scared of the consequences if he should relax them even in the slightest. Oh God, why isn't the damn plane taking off already? He pressed his thighs together firmly, praying to whatever deity might be willing to help him out of this with his dignity intact. Unfortunately. Language: English Words: 3,509 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 9 Kudos: 111 Bookmarks: 13 Hits: 2,947Sol just nodded, still frozen with fear. He removed his hand once more, but was forced to rub his legs together desperately as he was pulled along by Damien. As they left the room, his bladder once more squeezed, as if asking, We're leaving without using a bathroom? Sol just told it to shut up, moaned softly, and let himself be dragged outside of the pizza place. The sky had darkened across the city, stripping the light blue to a mix of oranges and pinks. I was gone for five seconds," Sol huffed, sliding next to Damien. His bladder whimpered when it realized that it wasn't going to get the relief it craved, but Sol hushed it, and instead settled for crossing his legs tightly and smiling at Damien. "But I guess I can lie and say I missed you too. Just to make you feel better." Not allowed," Damien sang. He patted Sol's shoulder. "It's okay. We can heavily make out afterwards." He went to take his seat, which of course was at the very end of the plane. He tried to hurry, feeling the glare from some of the other passengers, but it's really hard when he had to pee worse than he ever had to before in his life. Oh God, why didn't he just go after he got off the train. To hell with making the bloody flight. A cute little Finchel story for the Glee fans (kinda) based on Glee: Season 3 Episode 13 and one-line from Glee: Season 1 Episode 10.

He spent twenty minutes like this, twisting and turning, trying everything in his power not to pee himself. During that time he stopped the stewardesses three times, but there was no change in the situation. He groaned. Oh God, he couldn't hold it. He couldn't hold for 3 hours. Hell, he couldn't hold it for another three minutes. He was going to pee himself. There was nothing for it, he would just have to beg the stewardess to let him use the bathroom. When one of them walked by their aisle, he stopped her with pleading look. It was the same one that had stopped him from using the facilities earlier. Crap.

What can I say, It's what I love.

Sol whirled around, and made an "oomph" noise as the tingles from the ground rushed to his full bladder; the quivering organ full and round with piss. He knew it pretty pathetic to feel full after one glass of coke, but the coke had been extra large, and Sol wasn't used to holding it. He always took precaution to go every hour, so his bladder muscles had weakened considerably over the years. To top it off, he'd never had the largest bladder to begin with. Sasha thought she could control her instincts around Anne while she was in heat. That was before she realized what Anne was like in rut. No!" Sol gasped out. "No, please, don't." He couldn't go to the ER. He didn't want to prolong relief longer than he had to. Sol bent forward, eyes filling with tears. Why were they stopping? There was no rest stop here. Why had they stopped? Why wasn't the car moving, dammit? Mmm, god, that tasted good. I know it's just pizza, but pizza is just so good. No matter how many times you eat it, it'll always taste like heaven." Damian curled his arms tighter around Sol. "And the dessert! I have never tasted something that good in my life. Seriously. Never."