MarchToMayFlowers

Liam really, really needs to stop trusting the media team when they tell him that it’s only going to take a little while to film. It never takes just a little while.

Today they were working on some video where Arvid and Liam had to pretend to be mechanics. When Liam asked, they had said it would l take no more than half an hour. It’s been almost three hours now, and because it was only supposed to take a few minutes to film, no one would let him pee before they started. So he’s just been holding it, and he’s getting to the end of his ability to not piss himself.

He’s trying to hide his lower half so that he can sneak a hand onto his dick, anything to take the edge off. He doesn’t really want a video of him grabbing his dick to be on the internet, so he tries to be sneaky about it, but fuck he has to pee.

As soon as the Social Media team says “Cut!” Liam runs—as much as he can run while holding on to his dick—for the toilet, praying it’s unoccupied. Luckily, it is, and Liam is able to squirm his way inside, dick clutched firmly in one hand, struggling with the door with the other. Once Liam’s inside, his problem presents itself: he has thick protective gloves on, the same ones that his mechanics actually wear when working on the car, and he doesn’t have the dexterity to undo his zipper. And he can’t take his hands away from his crotch long enough to get a glove off, or he’ll pee himself.

Liam tries a few times, futilely, to get the gloves off, failing each time, because taking the gloves off would require both hands, and he’ll surely lose it all if he takes both hands off of his dick. When that’s proved to be a completely ineffective way to free himself, Liam tries to undo the zipper without taking the gloves off. He’d probably be able to do it if he didn’t have the other hand firmly gripping himself, but if he takes that hand off of his crotch to undo the glove, he’ll lose the battle with his bladder and soak his pants anyway.

Eventually, Liam’s desperate enough to stop trying and just clutch both hands at his crotch, without any precision at all, hoping he’ll think of a way to get his pants off before squirming around with both hands crammed between his thighs becomes ineffective,. and he pees himself anyway.

Then, someone knocks on the door. Liam panics a bit before settling on a shaky “Bit occupied here, mate.”

The person outside says, “Are you okay in there? You looked a bit, uh, ill by the end of filming, and you’ve been a minute, so I’m just checking in on you. Do you need anything?”

It’s Arvid. His teammate. His sweet, innocent, rookie teammate. Liam pauses, trying to figure out how to respond in a way that doesn’t out him as seconds from peeing himself.

But Arvid seems to take that pause as permission to continue, because he says, “Well, you left the door unlocked, so I’m just going to come in and check on you, okay?”

Before Liam gets a chance to even collect his thoughts enough to say no, Arvid’s already opening the door, slipping in, and closing it again. He has the foresight to actually lock the door behind them, something Liam was too preoccupied with not pissing himself like a child to do.

It takes Arvid a second to figure out what’s going on, but eventually Liam’s potty dance and hands shoved into his crotch gives Liam away, and Arvid says, “Oh, do you need help with the fly? Those gloves are pretty stiff.” Arvid’s unbelievably calm about the fact that his teammate, the person who is supposed to be his most direct mentor, is about to wet himself.

Liam wants to protest, to say that he doesn’t need help, let alone from a rookie, but unfortunately he actually does need help getting his pants off, or he’s going to piss himself. In fact, there’s already a wet spot about the size of a volleyball surrounding his crotch. So he chokes out, “Yes, please, I can’t get it.”

Liam’s embarrassed that Arvid can see that he’s seconds from completely pissing his pants, but he’d be more embarrassed to refuse the help that could prevent it.

Arvid kneels in front of Liam, trying to get a good angle, and tries for Liam’s zipper. He’s blocked by Liam’s hands, though, and Liam’s pretty much lost it now. The wet spot has grown steadily, with long streaks down Liam’s thighs, almost down to his knees.

Arvid says, “Mate, I hate to do this to you, but you need to move your hands so I can get to the zipper.” Then Arvid looks up at Liam, presumably waiting for him to move.

But Liam’s just standing there crying, soaked almost down to the knees, before he opens his mouth to choke out, “I can’t. I’m going to piss myself. I can’t take my hands off.” Another leak escapes, and he sobs even harder.

Arvid just stares at Liam, whose face is almost as wet as his pants. Liam can’t for the life of him figure out what Arvid is thinking. Liam’s never been particularly good at reading facial expressions, and Arvid is no exception.

“Please,” Liam sobs, “I can’t hold it.”

Arvid redoubles his efforts, trying to squirm his fingers in under Liam’s hands, mostly just getting a handful of piss for his efforts, but after a few seconds of Liam peeing on him, Arvid manages to grab the zipper and yank it down low enough that he can get it unzipped. Then he helps Liam get his dick out and aim. By the time Liam’s lined up with the toilet, he’s completely soaked his pants, and he’s only got a tiny bit more pee inside of him.

Arvid has pee soaking his hands and a little on his face and shirt, just little wet spots from when spurts escaped with force. “I’m so, so sorry,” Liam whispers, “I didn’t mean to get piss on you, I just couldn’t hold it. I’m never fucking good enough!”

Liam pulls the godforsaken gloves off and throws them to the floor. They make a sickeningly wet squelch when they hit the ground.

Liam starts crying again, softer this time, like he’s given up. He slumps down to the ground, just sitting in his own puddle.

“You okay? I can go grab you some clean clothes if you’re okay to be alone for a bit,” Arvid says.

“Just leave me alone, Arvid. ” he says, “I’ll figure this out, it won’t be my first time. Fuck!”

Arvid does leave, and Liam cries even harder. He hadn’t realized it until he had told Arvid to leave, but he really wants a bit of comfort. Someone to sit on the floor with him and hug him while he cries.

Liam sits alone on the floor, crying for a while. He’s not sure exactly how long, but long enough that he’s dehydrated and has a bit of a headache.

Then Arvid’s slipping back in, saying “I know you told me to leave you alone. But I’ve brought you some dry clothes, so. Forgive me?”

Liam hadn’t thought he could cry any more than he already had. But he’s suddenly crying again, and saying, wetly, “You came back.”

It must be obvious that he’s not upset with Arvid for coming back when he was told not to, because Arvid responds, “Of course I came back.”

Arvid offers Liam a hand, and pulls Liam up onto his feet, and straight into one of the best hugs of Liam’s life.

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This is a gift for my beloved @lightningmcpup, as an extremely belated birthday gift.

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Mini Excerpt that I never figured out how to get into the fic:

“The social media team wanted me to tell you that they didn’t know you needed to go that bad,” Arvid says. “They would have let you go if they had known it was an emergency.”

”You told the team that I pissed myself? How could you!”

“No, uh, they kind of figured it out when you sprinted to the toilet with a hand on your cock and then cried loudly in the bathroom for about an hour?”