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Mafioso felt another leak slip out, soaking his pants. He looked down, seeing there was an obvious wet patch on his pants. He blushes in embarrassment, covering it with his hands.
After another extremely long 10 minutes they pulled into the hideout. His body screamed at him to go to the bathroom, but he didn't go yet.
Caporegime, Soldier and Contractee headed straight to bed, exhausted. Only Consigliere stayed, watching Mafioso slowly sit down on the couch.
Consigliere sat down next to Mafioso and they watch tv together. Mafioso can't focus on the tv at all, constantly squirming and hoping Consigliere doesn't notice his damp pants.
Mafioso feels a sharp pang in his bladder and another leak escaped, he bent forward and pressed his legs together tightly.
Consigliere looks at Mafioso struggling. "Boss. You need the bathroom." Mafioso snaps. "I don't-" He whimpered, cutting himself off. He was really close to losing it now. "You do. It's obvious. The others aren't here right now, come on." Consigliere says sternly, standing up.
"I can't- If I stand up right now I'll lose it for real." Mafioso says, pressing a hand in between his legs. Consigliere suddenly picks him up, carrying him bridal style to the bathroom. He takes quick steps, realizing the urgency.
Mafioso whimpers, feeling another leak escape him at the sudden movement. Consigliere puts Mafioso down on the bathroom floor. Mafioso grips himself tightly, feeling like he'd explode if he took a step towards the toilet.
"Please-" Mafioso begs, he doesn't even know what he's asking for at the moment. Consigliere helped him sit on the toilet and take off his pants, waiting for him to go.
At first, nothing came out. He stared at Consigliere, embarrassed. Then, finally, the stream starts. He looks down the whole time, too embarrassed to look at Consigliere.
"You should've said you needed to go sooner. We could’ve stopped somewhere." Consigliere says with a soft look in his eyes. Mafioso wiped and flushed the toilet, standing up to wash his hands. "I'm sorry... It's my fault. I'm sorry." Mafioso says, washing his hands.
"It's nobody’s fault. You just should've said you needed to go sooner and not hold it in the whole time. You're hurting yourself." Consigliere says softly, resting a hand on Mafioso’s shoulder. Mafioso tenses up. "I'm sorry." Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes.
"No need to say sorry. Let's just forget about it, alright?" Consigliere looks Mafioso in the eyes, wiping away a tear. "Yes..." Mafioso says, looking down.
"Let’s go to bed, we're both exhausted." Consigliere says as both of them exit the bathroom. "Yeah... thanks." Mafioso says and they head to bed.