#peetmc

jack flattened his lips into a serious grimace. “you have to text me a picture of you peeing every six hours.” robby opened his mouth to argue but jack marched on. “at least! you’re lucky i’m not saying four.”

“i can’t go twice during a shift! you know that,” robby argued.

jack crossed his arms, swaying from side to side, “really only once in the middle of the day. you should be going before and after anyway.”

“jack, come on,” robby begged with his big eyes, looking at his boyfriend. “don’t make me do that.”

“you got a UTI!” jack softened under robby’s glare. his voice was strictly considerate when he asked, “do you wanna be sixty and incontinent?”

and jack knew how robby hated vulnerability. the prospect of something happening to him, something uncontrollable, was enough of a motivator (combined with the sureness that jack was going to make him listen regardless).

robby sighed and slumped into a dining chair, trying to wrap his head around just how he got into a relationship like this. neither of them even had a piss kink.

-

it was after 2:00 and jack hadn’t gotten his picture.

jack didn’t even want the picture. at least not sexually. he wouldn’t have asked for photographic proof if he thought robby wouldn’t just lie. but no, jack had to be the weirdo boyfriend asking for pics at the urinal mid-stream.

robby could get distracted. that was honestly why they were in this mess. jack was gonna have to put a timer on his watch if it was going to be like this.

jack got dressed and was at PTMC before 2:30. he confirmed that his boyfriend was just shooting the shit with dana and not talking about something urgent before he scruffed robby and dog walked him to the single stall bathroom, opening the door with a force that made it hit the wall. it slammed shut, then they were alone.

“what the fuck, jack?” robby questioned.

“don’t pretend you don’t know,” jack pushed him against the tiled wall.

robby couldn’t help but stay right where he was put, but his tone was still combative. “people are gonna think you yanked me in here for a nooner!”

a mean laugh came out of jack that made robby shiver, “i can go clear it up with them. tell everyone you need to be potty trained by your fucking boyfriend.”

robby could feel the blush. he tried to answer but couldn’t. jack grabbed the front of robby’s scrub top and pulled until robby was in front of the toilet. he positioned himself behind the man and reached around to unbuckle robby’s belt.

robby’s hands tried to bat him away, insisting, “i can do that.”

jack just kept going, strength outweighing whatever futile movements were attempted. “oh, but you can’t.” the button came undone, the fly went down. “we’ve already established that.”

robby was starting to squirm. he did need to pee. not super badly, but standing in the bathroom didn’t help. there was an under current of arousal too. jack had forced him into this enclosed space, pinned him against the wall, undone his pants. even if the circumstance was…novel, it didn’t make any of that less sexual.

jack took out robby’s dick and aimed, but robby couldn’t go, not with jack right there. this wasn’t just leaving the door open to keep a conversation going. “i can’t with you in here.”

anatomical expertise was in jack’s favor though. his hand felt around on robby’s lower stomach, feeling the full bladder. he started rubbing circles, urging release. “but you’re gonna,” jack ordered. robby was panting and tensing, resisting the loss of control. “because i told you to.”

robby exhaled a sharp breath as the inevitable happened. “oh, fuck.” it felt more intense with jack making him, closer to involuntary. more intimate in a way that made them both gasp.

the stream went on for a long time. longer than it probably should’ve. jack was displeased by that. “should’ve done it at 1:00 like we agreed.” jack started broadening his circles and doing less pressure, more of a soothing gesture.

robby started hardening in jack’s hand as he finished going. jack felt this desire to grind into robby’s backside.

robby knew this. robby liked this. they'd even experimented with it a little.

one day, robby was in charge of telling dennis when he should go. another, he made dennis hold until the man was tearfully begging him for permission. they'd never gone further than some bladder control. robby was a little sadistic, but he was scared to make dennis wet himself, scared to admit that's what he really wanted.

they should've known what a joint would lead to.

it was stupid, dennis knew that, but turning over all control to robby was just...nice. not having to be a real person for a day was exactly what he needed.

on puppy days, robby would pick what he wore (if it was anything at all), robby would feed him and give him his water, robby would ask him if he needed to go potty even. that question, its phrasing, always made dennis's ears burn.

robby had never made him wait this long before. it was like he forgot he was in charge of that, which was very unlike him. usually, robby would walk over to wherever dennis was lounging every couple hours, and remind him it was time to go. morning had passed, they were well into the afternoon, and dennis was starting to feel squirmy. robby looked over and knew it was time.

"puppy, do you need to go potty?" robby asked while looking down at dennis, who was sitting on the couch in just his boxers and a collar.

jack yanked robby a bit closer. the eye contact was intense. "where ya goin'?"

"bathroom." it was a complete sentence as far as robby was concerned.

"why? you just went four hours ago," jack feigned an innocent curiosity.

jack could see robby cycle through the possible excuses he could offer. the rolodex of defenses coming up empty was almost a comical sight. the man, the myth, the legend, michael robinavitch was unable to think of a convincing lie.

he tried anyway. "i-um-i drank coffee?" it was supposed to be a declaration, but robby's pitch tilted up at the end.

jack crooked his head to the side. "after two pm? i thought we weren't doing that anymore." robby had no answer. he opened and closed his mouth a couple times. jack marched on. "i know you don't drink water on shift. if you went at three, you should be able to make it through dinner without too much fuss. unless…" unless you were lying. unless you drank coffee recently and ruined your sleep schedule. unless you went all shift without peeing. unless you disobeyed my direct fucking orders.

robby really had no leg to stand on with this. he’d had to have kidney stones sonic blasted last year. he was guilty of not drinking enough water, eating too much salt, holding too long.

but dennis deserved better. he also wanted dennis to be absolutely desperate on the way home.

so yeah, it wasn’t exactly altruistic the amount of water he set as a daily goal. and it certainly wasn’t kind when every time he saw dennis drifting to the bathroom in the last couple hours of their shift, he’d suddenly had a pressing concern. he didn’t think the kid was this bad off.

because what adult couldn’t hold their pee for a couple hours? dennis, it seemed.

“please let me go before we head out,” dennis pleaded before robby opened the door to the passenger side. he was bouncing up and down, grabbing his fleece jacket in his fists.

robby laughs mockingly, “it’s just ten minutes, babe. fifteen with traffic. you’re a big boy.” he looked down at dennis and saw the conflict in his eyes. either admit he wasn’t an adult that could hold it or embarrass himself with his potty dance and possible accident.

dennis never made the smart choice, so he climbed up into robby’s car and pressed his hands between his legs.

the first couple minutes of the ride were fine. going from standing to sitting seemed to help, but then the urge came back with a vengeance. he started rocking back and forth with anxiety.

“please drive faster,” dennis whined.

“i don’t speed. you know that.” robby’s mind went to the baby on board sticker on the rear window. dennis stumbled over his words every time he saw it.

they went over a speed bump on the street robby’s condo was on and dennis felt his boxers get wet. he tensed up to stop the leak and positively squealed at the loss of control. robby raised his brows, not expecting it to happen so fast.

dennis said in an embarrassed tone, “it’s gonna come out! i’m gonna have an accident.”

“don’t piss in my car dennis,” robby ordered.

“i’m trying, i swear.”

dennis held onto himself until robby pulled into the single car garage. thank god he had private attached parking to his condo because dennis frantically unbuckled, opened the door, and fumbled his way out of the car with no coordination. he left his bag in his haste.

he went as fast as he could while keeping his legs together. he almost made it with minimal leaks but when he saw the bathroom door, his bodily instinctively relaxed. he whimpered as he started uncontrollably peeing.

robby casually walked in, just knowing dennis wouldn’t make it to the bathroom if he was that desperate. he came upon the sight of his boyfriend frozen in the hallway with wet pants, sodden shoes, and sniffly breaths.

“jesus baby. when i said don’t piss in my car, i didn’t mean go in the hallway.”

dennis couldn’t turn around. “i didn’t mean to-“

“why didn’t you go before we left?” robby asked in a patronizing voice.

dennis felt indignant. “you didn’t let me!”

there were two RAs on floor of the dorm. twenty rooms with two beds. forty boys sharing a central communal bathroom.

thirty nine freshman boys were completely uninteresting to jack and robby. dennis however...

his roommate was rushing a frat and rarely slept in his own bed. the light was always glowing in the crack at the bottom of the door anytime either of the senior boys did their rounds.

it was october when jack put it together. dennis studied for hours on end, with no breaks, well into the night. and then he frantically ran to the bathroom on the other side of the floor before stumbling back to his dorm to grab his bathroom caddy to brush his teeth and wash his face. it almost seemed like he couldn't even spare the time to grab his toiletries. for whatever reason, he couldn't waste a second in his mad dash to the bathroom.

jack was a biology student. he was a scientist god dammit. and he had a simple if-then hypothesis.

if he and robby interfered enough with dennis's late night bathroom runs, then they could get him desperate enough to have to admit he was about to piss himself.

jack told this to a blushing robby one night in his dorm. they both got single dorms but prefered to sleep together in one of them.

robby shook his head, "that's like...bullying or something. probably harrassment. it has to be against some rules."

jack scoffed. "you think in the contract we signed at the beginning of the year it says 'don't distract freshies on their way to the bathroom lest they piss themselves'?"

"i think it's gotta be implied," robby ran his fingers through jack's curls.

"he's eighteen. if he can't tell someone 'hey, one sec, i gotta take a leak,' then we have some bigger issues besides the semantics of our RA handbook." jack smirk as robby's grip tightened, "and if he's so woefully unprepared for that aspect of adult life, maybe he needs people like us to..."

"to what? potty train him?" robby joked.

jack said simply, "i mean, yeah. we could do that."

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ok i def wanna write more for this premise lol.