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"Where do you think you're going?"
"The bath-" Eddie cuts himself off with a laugh, "Sorry, I forgot."
Going to the bathroom before they need to be onstage has been a set part of Eddie's pre-show routine for so long now, that it's automatic for him to head there straight after he gets changed.
But ever since Steve mentioned his fantasy of watching Eddie hold during a show, he hadn't been able to stop thinking about it. They've played around with holding in public before but never anything as public as this. Not when Eddie's gonna be the centre of attention for thousands of people. And just thinking about it now makes him half-hard. Holding and trying to keep it a secret from everyone but Steve? He's jerked off to the thought of it for weeks now.
They'd decided that the Indianapolis show would work out the best. It's one of the more intimate venues that Corroded Coffin were playing on this tour and has the smallest stage. Meaning it'll be easier for him to hide behind Jeff or Grant and it look natural if he needs to take a moment to gather himself. He's grateful that he has a reputation for being a fidgety bastard so he should be able to play it off and everyone will be none the wiser.
Eddie's about 90% sure he can make it through the whole show without any issues but because he's so used to going to the bathroom beforehand he can't be completely certain. So just to be safe, he's wearing his darkest jeans and his guitar will hang low enough to cover his crotch if he does end up leaking. It'll also hide his dick when he inevitably gets hard.
However, the guitar also means he won't be able to hold himself at all. Usually when they do this Steve allows him to grab himself as much as he needs, and although he has to be subtle about it in public he can still do it. So physically being unable to is a new challenge for Eddie, but one he's very much looking forward to.
The only issue with the whole situation is that he usually takes a dump on his pre-show bathroom break too, and after having the same routine for the past two months his body thinks it's time to shit. He's only briefly talked about it with Steve before, and although he said he's up for trying it sometime they both wanted the first time to be at home where they could easily call it off if one or neither of them were into it.
"Last chance to back out, Eds. You sure you still wanna do this?"
"I want to," Eddie nods, "I've been looking forward to it, I just-"
"Just? Just, what?" Steve looks concerned.
"I just kinda need to shit and I know we mentioned it before but I didn't know if now's the best time to try it out."
Steve is still contemplating when the five-minute call rings through Eddie's earpiece.
"Well shit, looks like I'm not gonna have time to do anything about it now."
"Hey," Steve grabs Eddie's hand, "I'm up for trying anything with you. As long as you're okay with it."
"It'll be fun, right?" Eddie grins and squeezes Steve's hand. He glances down at Steve's crotch, "Looks like you're already enjoying yourself."
Steve just smirks as he moves to adjust himself.
They’re on stage and Jeff is introducing them to the audience when Eddie realises there is another issue. The rest of the boys definitely know Steve and Eddie are up to something. Usually straight after a show, while the stage is being packed down, they have a beer in their dressing room and go over any problems they've had that night, or if they want to make a change to the set list for the next show, and just have a laugh while they're still full of adrenaline. So Eddie saying he's not gonna be joining them that night meant they immediately looked at each other and burst out laughing. Gareth just gave him a knowing smirk and offered him another bottle of water. The bastard had walked in on one of their games once and has never let Eddie live it down since.
Eddie plays the first four songs with no problem and lets himself get caught up in the euphoria of being on stage with his band. But as Jeff takes a break to work the crowd, Eddie realises that his body is really not happy with him for skipping the bathroom break. His guts are churning and he regrets wearing a belt with the way he can feel it cutting into his overextended bladder.
He manages to lose himself in two more songs before a twinge from his bladder makes him aware of his body again, and this time there's no reprieve from the sensations. Eddie looks into the wings to give Steve a nod, letting him know he's really feeling it now. Steve just grins and winks at Eddie, pulling his long sweatshirt up for a moment to show Eddie his straining erection.
Eddie's sweating bullets and his mouth is so dry, he's dying for a sip of water but he doesn't think his bladder could handle even a single drop right now. He powers on though as he tries his best to ignore every twinge and grumble his body makes and focus on the show.
Eddie somehow makes it through the rest of the show with only one tiny leak, although he's pretty sure he played the last few songs on muscle memory alone. He hears Jeff thank the crowd and throws in a quick devil horns before he slings his guitar off and rushes off stage to Steve’s side.
"Babe, we gotta go. Now."
"How bad is it?"
"Probably the worst it's ever been."
"Okay, just hold on a little longer. You've got this."
They leave the venue immediately and thankfully only have to cross a road to get to their hotel. They're a few feet away from their room when Eddie stops and crosses his legs.
"Stevie," He looks at Steve with wide eyes, "I'm not gonna make it."
"Can you try? For me? We're nearly there," He squeezes Eddie's shoulder, "But it's okay if you can't."
Steve gets the door unlocked and thank fuck the bathroom is just to the left because the moment Eddie steps in, he leaks again.
"Steve. Please."
"Okay baby, you can go."
Eddie doesn't even have time to sigh in relief because his bladder gives out there and then, and he's full-force pissing his pants.
Steve's watching enraptured as he leisurely strokes his cock, "So fucking good for me Eds."
Eddie's stream tapers off and his dick immediately perks up, but before he can even think about getting his hands on himself, a pressing urge to shit distracts him.
"I gotta - Steve - I gotta shit."
"Fuck," Steve's hand speeds up, "Just let it out, baby."
"Can I use the toilet? I don't wanna have to clean that up in a hotel shower."
"Y-yeah, go ahead."
Eddie yanks his wet jeans down and drops onto the seat. He can feel a log start forcing its way out straight away. Steve drops to his knees in front of Eddie and whines.
"Let me see."
Eddie spreads his legs a little and tugs at his dick.
"Oh fuck," Steve moans, "I can see it, oh my god, that's so fucking hot."
The first log splashes into the bowl and Steve moans and jerks his hips.
"Eds, 'm so close."
Eddie grunts and another turd crackles its way out. He's not stopped touching his dick since Steve started watching him shit so intently.
Another splash and Steve knocks Eddie's hand away to start mouthing at the base of Eddie's cock.
"Can I suck you? Please Eds?"
A blurt of pre-cum drips down Eddie's dick and lands on Steve's mouth, just as another soft shit splashes into the bowl.
"Fuck Stevie, y-yeah."
The moment Steve gets his mouth on Eddie, it's game over for them both. Steve comes with a moan and the vibration sends Eddie over the edge and he's emptying himself down Steve's throat as the final turd slips out.
"Holy fuck, Eds. We have to do this again."
"Agreed. Jesus Christ, that was fantastic."