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Yurio was unsure of his choice of accepting the invite from Yuuri and Viktor to accompany them to America for the holidays. He has never been big on Christmas seeing as it's a couples holiday and the last thing he wanted was to feel like even more of a third wheel to the romantic idiots he calls friends.
However, after Viktor insisted that in America the holidays are more about family and community and less about romantic gestures and such, he was convinced and now here he is, a week after christmas very much regretting accepting the initial invite.
“Absou-fucking-lutly not.” Yuri pushed the crinkly plastic package back into the hands of Viktor with a satisfying thunk. “I can’t tell if you’re taking the piss or not, but I'm not wearing one of those.”
“It’s not a joke, Yuri-kun.” Japanese Yuuri, who has brought out the bag from the store they ventured to earlier in the week, says, "It's going to be a huge crowd of people and if we want to get a good view of the show and the countdown, we won’t be able to leave our spot for hours.”
“There is no way everyone attending it is wearing a…a—one of those!” If Yuri isn’t mistaken, and he is pretty sure he isn’t from all his research pre-trip, this new year's celebration in the city they are in, New York is—massive! The biggest in the world. “Surly Americans aren’t stupid enough to arrange such a large celebration that people can’t excuse themselves to the bathroom.”
“Well Yura, You see you can get out of the crowd and they do have restrooms available but, you will lose your spot, It’s more so a way people here have come up with a solution to deal with the crowds more comfortably."
“Well, then I don’t have to wear one because you and the pig will save my spot for me while I use the bathroom like a civilized person.” Yuri crosses his arms defiantly over his chest.
“Yura, you will get lost in the crowd. You are not allowed out of our sight! Yakov will have my head if anything happens to you.” Viktor exclaims,
“Vitya is right Yuri-kun, We don’t want to get separated and besides, me and Viktor will both be wearing one!”
Yuri looks at the package—the open and slightly crumpled package…the package that looks like it’s already missing… “Are you already wearing them?” Yuri looks between his two…friends…guardians…crotches and they look normal he supposes, not that he makes a habit of looking that closely but—they are figure skaters who wear tight outfits a lot in each other presence and not too long ago Yuri was—well, crotch height to Viktor particularly.
“No, we don’t leave for an hour or so.” Viktor is quick to deny.
“Hmm…Then why is the damn package clearly missing some of its contents?” Yuri isn’t sure why it matters…but it gets him out of having to decide if he is going to wear one of these for real or suffer with a full bladder for god knows how long…
“Well…” Yuuri steps forward, “I was a little hesitant like you are Yuri-kun and Viktor might have convinced me by demonstrating the effectiveness of the diapers…” Yuri’s cheeks reddened at the mental image that his brain supplies him with.
“No fucking way…You pissed yourself of purpose?” Yuri turns to Viktor.
“I suppose you could word it that way, really I just relieved myself. It didn’t make a mess Yura, these are the real-deal. The store clerk said they were selling like crazy in the days up to the event and we were lucky they even had any left.”
“You’re not gonna…use it while we're out tonight? Right?” Yuri questions again, his insides squirming with secondhand embarrassment.
“Obviously not unless the need arises, Yura! Just like yourself. Nobody is going to force you to use it. We just think wearing one just in case is better than wetting yourself.”
“I wouldn’t! I would fuck off and find a toliet before that.”
“Well, we have to start getting ready if we want a good spot, so you decide and just know we won’t be leaving our spot in the crowd because you choose to be stubborn." Viktor scolds and stalks off towards the closet of their shared hotel room.
***
Forty-Five minutes later Yuri finds himself smushed between Yuuri, Viktor and a million other americans he doesn’t know and…He is wearing a fucking diaper. He ran through the pros and cons of it all in his head while Viktor was doing his makeup and taking forever in the bathroom.
He felt a pang of need while waiting for the others to get ready and found it annoying and that, in the end, was the tipping point. He didn’t like the feeling of not having access to a bathroom while one was a few feet and a knock on the door away so he knew he sure as hell wouldn’t like feeling trapped where he is now—without access to any relief.
That being said, he is hyper aware of everyone else around him as well…Are they wearing one too? Have they used it? He is pretty sure none of his group had because they all went before they left and they had all been limiting their drinks since the morning.
Minutes in the crowd turn into hours. Yuri thought from how much it was discussed that his bladder would be the most annoying thing about this evening, but so far his feet and back aching are causing him the most trouble.
“Viktor! My feet hurt!” Yuri complains for what he knows is an excessive amount of time…but nothing is happening yet around him and he is bored. He waits for Viktor's placating comment but the older man says nothing “Viktor?”
Yuri looks up at the older russian man to see a slight, concentrated scowl on his face, a small furrow between his brows. “Sorry, Yuri I—I’ll just be done in a minute.”
Yuri is confused for half a minute before he realizes what Viktor could possibly be doing. “Ew! No fucking way—You didn’t just—”
“Calm down, Yura. We have been here for hours already and I was starting to get uncomfortable. It’s just a little urine.” Viktor shakes his head. “If your feet are hurting so bad, why don’t you sit down between me and Yuri’s feet for a while before the show starts?”
Yuri, still slightly in shock at the knowledge that Viktor just wet himself—kinda—and the fact that his feet do hurt, takes the suggestions and sits down. The ground is cold and hard and it smells like beer but he doesn’t mind. He leans back against Viktor’s legs and closes his eyes for a moment.
***
“Yura, Wake up, the first act is coming on.” Yuri nods awake, realizing he somehow fell asleep.
“Ouch…my ass is numb.” Yuri stands up and adjusts his coat into place and wipes at his eyes. The crowd around them has gotten far more dense.
“Thats what happens when you sleep on concrete for three hours.” Viktor smiles and moves a few pieces of hair from Yuri’s eyes, “But you didn’t miss anything important.”
Yuri looks around, the stage is far away, even though they got here so early, and there is a blonde woman dancing and singing. Yuri doesn't know her name but he recognizes one of her songs from someone's program at some competition overseas from a few years ago.
It’s about three songs in between idly listening that Yuri realizes his swaying back and forth isn't necessarily due to the music…He needs to piss.
Viktor, who seems to actually be a fan of the blonde singer is filming with his phone and signing along, So Yuri turns to the other Yuuri who is also on his phone, but just idly scrolling looking cold and tired.
“Oi, Yuuri! I need to…piss.” Yuri isn’t sure why he is telling the others…It just seems like what he should do? He can’t just—go like Viktor did.
“That's okay, Yuri-kun. You can go whenever you need to, remember?” Yuri rolls his eyes in response.
“How could I forget?” He crosses his arms over his chest and tries to ignore it, going back to listening to the music for a while, but once the blonde girls set ends the music stops and there is nothing for Yuri to continue to sway to and that makes him feel even more desperate.
“Have you…” Yuri begins to ask but half way through he realizes how weird of a question it it, However the Japanese Yuuri is already looking at him. “Uh…I was just—Have you um…gone?”
“Have I…Oh!” Yuuri looks around at the Americans around them for a moment before leaning in, “I have peed twice, Yuri-kun. It’s really not that bad.”
Yuri raises an eyebrow at that…Twice? Sure they have been here for well over ten hours at this point…
Viktor seems to have tuned into the conversation at this point, “I’ll be joining you in that club soon, Love.” Yuri watches Viktor cross and uncross his legs for a moment before smiling and turning back to taking Instagram pictures of the bright building surrounding them.
“Disgusting.” Yuri scowls and looks around. “I’m gonna sit back down until something happens.” Yuri slides back down and takes his spot against Yuuri’s legs this time, not particularly wanting his head close to Viktor’s crotch if his claim was a real one.
Forty-five minutes later and Yuri is over this entire thing. He was right, because desperation is making this whole thing worse and the annoying part is he is only doing it to himself. He is pretty sure he witnessed the moment Viktor took advantage of his diaper for a second time and the man uncrossed his legs and hasn't re-crossed them since.
Yuri has taken to sitting with his knees to his chest with a hand secretly pushed between his legs, not that it does much to help with the thick padding in the way.
He isn’t too sure if his older companions know the situation he is in. One would assume that he would have gone already to save himself this misery but unfortunately for him, he is stubborn.
“Yuri! Look! The countdown is starting!” Yuri looks up at Viktor taking out his phone and pointing, but he can’t see from the floor so he slowly un-furls himself and stands up.
He removes his hand from his lap once he is standing. “Wow a clock how—” Yuri pauses his sarcastic remark at the sudden warm feeling of piss engulfing his private parts.
“Yuri-kun?” he hears Yuuri’s voice but he can’t find it in him to speak while he is pissing his pants or—well—pissing.
“Shhh, Love. Give him a second.” Yuri can hear the slight amusement in Viktor's voice.
The feeling of the space between his legs becoming warm and wet while standing and surrounded by so many people is odd. He feels like he should be panicking more about this entire thing.
The fact that he didn’t choose to piss right then is most alarming, but—his ass is numb again from sitting so he supposes possibly other parts of him are more numb then he thought and well…he did need to go rather badly.
Nobody around him knows that even now he is still peeing and that makes him squirm but then he remembers Viktor and Yuri said that most everyone is also doing this. They themselves included.
After another few moments, he no longer can feel relief and he just feels warmth between his legs, an unexpected welcome from the cold he is surprised by.
“See, the world didn’t end.” Viktor nudges him in the side once Yuri untenses.
“Shut up, old man.” Yuri smiles looking up at the clock that appeared. Forty seconds till the new year.