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Stan and Kyle finally started to head home around 3:57 in the morning, the party had gone on late into the night but then again Tolkien’s parties always did. They didn’t live very far and had walked there earlier that night, deciding it was the best option.
On their walk home Stan noticed Kyle acting weird, even for Drunk Kyle. He kept fidgeting and grabbing the sleeves of his hoodie in his fists.
“Are you okay dude?” Stan asked, side-eyeing his boyfriend.
“Mhm, just really have to pee,” Kyle said.
“Just go behind a tree.”
Kyle shook his head, “No gross.”
“It’s worse if you piss yourself.”
“I won’t.” Kyle affirmed
“Alright.” Stan didn’t think too much of it, Kyle was weird about his bathroom habits, he didn’t like going anywhere that wasn’t home.
They kept walking and Kyle started making whining noises and kept grabbing his crotch. His whining caught Stan’s attention. Fuck those noises sounded exactly how he sounded when Stan overstimulated him. There was only one response his body had to those noises. And of course Stan hoped it was purely pavlovian.
They finally made it to the porch and Stan fumbled in his pocket for the keys.
“Fuck Stan hurry up I’m dying.” Kyle begged.
Kyle sounded so desperate, it was getting to Stan’s head. He was already half hard. Stan managed to glance over at Kyle. He leaned up against the wall, hands grabbing his crotch, trying to keep whatever was trying to come out. It made Stan feel things, sexual things.
“I’m trying Kyle just give me a sec.” Stan was in fact looking for the keys…just not as fast as he should.
Kyle was not having it. His hands reached out to feel the inside of Stan’s jacket pockets searching. Kyle reached into Stan’s jeans to continue searching and Stan’s hands went up to let his boyfriend feel him up. But a metallic jingle sounded.
Kyle looked up at Stan, eyes wide with betrayal. “Do you have them?”
Stan mumbled an excuse and quickly unblocked the door.
“Why didn’t you unlock the door sooner?” Kyle asked following Stan inside their house.
Stan didn’t say a word.
“Stan?”
He blinked at Kyle, still staying silent.
“Whatever edgelord I’m going to the bathroom”
“No, don’t.”
Kyle stopped in his tracks, despite his swollen bladder. Stan was on him in an instant kissing him roughly holding him by the collar of his shirt. Stan pressed Kyle up against the wall putting a knee in between his legs, pressing against Kyle’s dick. Kyle whined in his mouth.
“Stan ah you gotta stop I’m- fuck-”
“Just let go Kyle.”
“Stan, fuck- I can’t.” Kyle hated pee but when it came to himself it felt different. The aching of his bladder made him desperate. The desperation felt good, really good. And the fact that Stan had gotten hard at the sight of his boyfriend in such a desperate place only made it much more real for Kyle. And the fact that Kyle could feel just how hard Stan was only made him more needy.
“I don’t think you have a choice.” Stan pressed his palm into the ginger’s lower abdomen making Kyle whimper loudly.
“Stan, I can't piss myself.” Said Kyle wincing, trying desperately not to let go. His bladder was completely full and the urge to go only grew. He knew if Stan didn’t stop he was going to soak himself soon. The thought of Stan making him made his cock twitch. Fuck he liked being forced to do things, it went straight to his dick.
“Tell me to stop, Kyle.” Stan challenged.
Kyle whimpered, and looked down at the floor.
“Tell me to stop.” Stan repeated
“Don’t stop.” Kyle whined quietly.
Kyle knew he wouldn’t be able to go without the pressure from Stan’s hand, and the amount of liquid begging to be released from his bladder was overwhelming.
The taboo nature of this interaction only turned Kyle on. He couldn’t help but imagine wetting himself practically right inside of the house. The thought brought more blush to his face.
Stan kept a hand on the wall right over Kyle’s shoulder to brace himself as he pressed into the shorter man.
“Stan oh fuck I’m gonna ah-”
Stan could feel the warm wet of Kyle’s piss leaking through his jeans soaking them both. Stan grinded into him as Kyle moaned as the pressure of his bladder was relieved. Soaking himself. His dick strained in his pants, leaking with precum, slicking up the inside of his boxers.
He continued to grind on the ginger, the warm wet feeling created the most delicious friction. He couldn’t help himself, he felt like he was going crazy humping Kyle like some deranged mutt.
“Fuck Kyle oh shit I mmh~” Stan kept grinding into Kyle, his dick pulsing and throbbing. Stan came in his pants, just from Kyle pissing himself. Kyle whimpered at the thought of Stan cumming just from that.
Stan’s hand wandered, pulling out Kyle’s aching cock. His hand teased every vein flicking his thumb over the tip. Kyle’s hands draped around Stan’s shoulders bucking his hips up into Stan’s hand. He felt so fucking good, his hands always felt amazing but he already was so close.
“Stan mm you’re gonna make me cum.” Kyle mumbled out before spilling himself into Stan’s hand.
After Kyle stopped thrusting into Stan he immediately slumped, losing all strength when he came.
“C’mon baby, let’s get you cleaned up,” Stan carried him up to the shower.
Kyle stayed slumped on the toilet, looking oh so tired. Kyle looked so cute when he was drunk and sleepy. Stan ran the shower and checked the temperature, it finally was hot enough. Stan roused the sleeping beauty and they rinsed off together, making sure to get Kyle washed off so they didn’t reek of piss when climbing into bed.
He could worry about the downstairs mess in the morning. Leave it for hungover Stan, hopefully this type of thing becomes a recurring thing in their sex life.