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Initially, getting stuck in an elevator hadn’t been a concern or a fear, it’s not like it’d freefall and hey, if it did, Denki knew what was supposed to be the protocol. Lay flat on the ground and give your head some cushion. Those videos left out a very important problem; if you and your best friend are trapped in an elevator, what’s the protocol for when he needs to take a piss so bad he’s close to tears?
Mineta repeatedly pressed every button on the console that his tiny fingers could reach. The call button, the emergency, the fire department. All to no avail. The emergency lights overhead glowed dimly. The metal walls bounced the orangish, nauseating light around and made the boys’ scared expression more pronounced. Eyes wide and darting around the panel with urgency.
“Dude-“ he swiveled his head to look at Denki for the first time since the elevator had jerked to a sudden and unexpected stop. “Dude- Dude- I’m so fucking scared right now!” Mineta all but shouted. “If I hadn’t been lazy and just took the stupid big ass stairs then th-”
“Bro…take a breath.” Denki offered, closing the gap and putting a hand on the ball that sat at the front of Mineta’s head. “Look, if the elevator’s broken, somebody is gonna notice. I’m sure pressing the buttons helped too!” He explained, patting the ball now. “And, if the powers out, then somebody is definitely gonna fix it. I’d try to use my quirk but uhhh…” He took pause and looked around the giant metal box. “That’s probably a little risky, huh?” He asked, full and well aware it was but it was a feeble attempt to calm his friend down.
Mineta blinked twice, the cogs of his mind turning, stalling, and turning some more if Denki were to guess what the sudden silence must have meant. Mineta looked down at the ground, hands fidgeting, picking at his nails despite all the small efforts Denki had made to help his friend kick the habit. The silence was somehow loud. Denki looked around and sighed gently, took his hand from his friend's head and walked to the furthest corner. He sat down, crossing his legs and wishing his pajama pants had pockets, at least then he would have had his phone and a way to contact anybody else in class.
“There isn’t much we can do so I say we get comfortable and just…chill?” He offered, hoping his insistence had finally gotten through to the boy.
Mineta hummed high in the back of his throat, shifting his weight from one leg to the other. “B-but…” He mumbled before his breath clearly hitched and he crossed one leg over the other. “I- Dude I still gotta piss.”
Denki pursed his lips. ‘Right…that.’
“Well… do whatever you can to hold it then, but i think staying distracted will make that easier. I know it helps me in class. Just like…” He looked around again, knowing full and well there was nothing to see, no distraction, entertainment, or excitement. Just him and Mineta. If Kaminari was a generator, it would have powered the imaginary lightbulb that flickered to life above his head. This was Mineta! There was one thing certain to distract him that had a 200% success rate!
“Y’know…nobody’s here. We can talk about girls!” He threw his hands up excitedly, trying to entice him and he watched the nervous expression on Mineta’s face soften, eyebrows still furrowed but a smile tugged the corners of his lip. “Like that Mt.Lady interview, she looked good in that right?” Denki asked, hoping with a little bit of coaxing Mineta would take the bait and effectively distract himself for long enough.
Mineta shifted again, uncrossing and recrossing his legs the other way, left over right, and gripping himself tightly. “She looked…okay. I don’t know man,” He started with a sneer, “Working with her really changed how I see her.” He huffed. “She looks good but her personality is total garbage! All I did was clean her messy apartment and when I was finally close to done she’d come in from work and mess it all up again!” He threw his arms up and let them fall, hitting the sides of his legs in frustration.
Denki stifled a laugh before giving up and throwing his head back, cackling loudly. “Wh- Whaha! What? Did she make you wear an apron too, Miss ‘House wife’?” He teased, leaning fully back against the cool metal wall behind him.
“Yes!” He shouted, the shrill yelp bounced off the walls, only making Denki laugh harder. “She said it was my ‘New mandatory uniform’!” Minoru, fully consumed by the anger that bubbled up anew, finally uncrossed his legs and paced from one side of the elevator to the other. “That entire time I could have been getting camera time and actually training, I was doing dishes or sweeping or mopping or some other lame crap!” He crossed his arms, and tapped his foot. “You know what's the worst man?” Mineta aksed
Denki felt a stray tear escape him as he tried and failed to stay somewhat composed, merely shrugged, unable to talk through the laughs that kept rising from his chest.
“The worst thing is she never even said thank you! I was just an unpaid maid that entire time.” He dropped his gaze and looked at the ground angrily as if it had done something to him personally and, maybe in this situation, it sort of had. “I can never see her the same man. I’m not a neat freak but man she’s a slob…” Mineta was quiet for a moment before a sudden look of panic overtook him. He crossed his legs again and gripped the front of his pastel blue pajama bottoms.
Denki felt a sudden urge of panic in turn. “Dude-” He looked back at the panel, thinking about how safe or effective it would be to mash all of the buttons or pull it off altogether. If he could figure out what wires to put in his mouth maybe-. He shook his head, trying to refocus himself on his small friend and his even smaller bladder. He’d known Mineta to have frequent bathroom breaks no matter the situation but having been cooped up in Denki’s room, chugging sodas and gaming for hours, he knew he was at the end of his rope.
“How about- uh- maybe if you sit down it’ll be easier.” Denki offered, patting a spot near him against the wall. Mineta nodded, taking quick, pittering steps to sit next to Denki, just at arms length, a silent courtesy in case the worst were to come and, if Denki could judge from his face alone, Mineta didn’t seem like he thought he had much longer. Tiny, almost invisible, tears pricked the corners of his eyes as he kept his gaze and head low.
“Denki I’m so embarrassed, I don’t wanna…” He whimpered, crossing his legs again.
Kaminari felt his gut twinge at his words. Mineta was never the type to be embarrassed, especially around him! If he was that embarrassed then his panic from earlier made even more sense. Kaminari shrugged and reached out to rub Mineta’s shoulder softly. “Hey man. I won’t tell anybody. I’ll make sure nobody finds out if you…y’know.” He squeezed Minoru, his entire body tense enough that even the small amount of muscles he had felt hard under Denki’s grip. Mineta nodded and sniffled. His tears finally pooling enough to spill over and slide down his cheeks.
“It-” He sniffled and scrubbed his face with the back of his hand, his other still gripping himself through his pants. “It was bad enough at the training camp.” He hiccuped, the clear humiliation enough to make Denki’s heart twinge in his chest uncomfortably. He had forgotten all about that and he could only assume the rest of the class had as well; yet Mineta was still bothered by it even now. “I don’t want it t’ happen again.” He stopped and shifted again, thighs squeezed together tightly.
“Hey hey,” Denki whispered, rubbing his shoulder softly, hoping the touch would provide some level of comfort. “It’s gonna be alright ‘Neta. I’m sure that somebody’s gonna notice and fix it soon.” He offered with a smile but he knew his voice betrayed them. It might not have been long but there was no way to track exactly how long it’d been or how much longer it would be.
Mineta whimpered again, desperate and breathy as he hunched forward and pushed Denki’s hand from his shoulder. “Hu-” Denki started but was cut off by Mineta turning away slightly. “I’ll- I’ll look this way.” He turned his head, trying to ignore the sound of Mineta whining and whimpering. Without the boy in his line of sight somehow, against Denki’s will, every small noise sounded a lot more erotic than Minoru realised.
‘That can’t be how he sounds when he’s actually jacking off.’ Denki felt himself flush at the thought, ‘I know he’s not trying to sound like that but…it’s really hard to ignore.’ Denki fought the urge to look. It shouldn’t be hard, he reasoned, they were friends and arguably straight despite their numerous talks about exceptions to that existing.
Yet, it was the soft “No-” Mineta let out, the sniffles, the desperation that made Kaminari turn back. At first he’d been sure the elevator would move before Mineta was desperate but it was clear that wouldn’t happen. Whether because the elevator was taking too long to fix or that Mineta had to piss worse than he had anticipated, he wasn’t sure. Both were equally true at once. Denki felt the gears in his own head turning as a few truths hit him at once: Help wouldn’t come soon enough, Mineta’s pride was still wounded from the last incident, a second occurrence would only fuel his shame, Kaminari was his best friend and the only person who’d understand exactly what was happening right now.
So, he reasoned, he had to help in the only way he knew how, the same reason they became friends to begin with: pure perversion.
“I-its okay ‘Neta, I won’t tease you.” He started, trying to muster the courage to make this as weird and indulgent as he could. For the both of them, for the sake of the semi that he forced himself to ignore, and Mineta’s bladder that he knew had to ache by now. “It’s okay. J-just let go for me.”
Mineta looked up, equal parts confusion and panic in his eyes, mouth slightly agape and despite the awful light a flush clearly spreading across his face.
“Wh-What? No- Dude that’s-”
Denki cut him off, hands moving faster than his brain as he grabbed the boy by his sides and hoisted him no effort to sit on his lap, either leg on his side. Mineta gasped, a hand coming up to Denki’s chest, gripping the fabric there and looking at him wide eyed. “Kaminari what the hell!” He yelped out as the hands squeezed, determined to hold the boy in place despite the incessant squirming.
“It’s fine! J-Just imagine I’m a sexy chick or something. Or- no, don’t actually! I really don’t mind. You’ve been so strong, holding it all this time, this is my fault. You would’ve gone to the bathroom much sooner if you didn’t stay with me playing games that whole time.” Denki explained in an attempt to reason with the boy, his higher thinking turning to mush and hoping he’d once again take the bait.
Mineta took pause, looking down at himself and Denki watched his eyebrows furrow. “Uh…then why’re you hard?”
Denki looked down at himself and the clear tent in his pants that strained for release. “Uh…becuase…” He looked up at Mineta and swallowed his pride. “Because you sounded kinda sexy whimpering like that.”
The two sat for a while in an uncomfortable, stuffy, heavy silence. Neither brave enough to break the sudden tension that swelled in the tight space. Mineta, however, could only ignore his body for that long moment, suddenly gripping the outline of his length through his pants again and whining high in the back of his throat.
“Denk- Kaminari I-” He forced out, voice straining. “I- I can’t-” He tried to speak but his voice cracked on almost every syllable, his panic palpable, all confusion gone he looked up at Kaminari with desperation. Tears no doubt blurring his face. Denki was thankful for that, he probably couldn’t see the way he bit his lip at his panic.
“It’s alright, you don’t have to do anything. Just let go.” He thumbed at the boy's side, his other hand gripping Mineta’s shaky thigh lightly, and pushing it to spread a little farther out. Anything to make it harder to hold it in. For a moment, he felt a twinge of guilt, knowing he was only making it harder for Mineta but it quickly faded as Mineta yelped again, high and needy.
“Nng- oh- no- no no no no-” He tried to move again, any way he could to quell the pulse in his body that screamed it had long been at it’s limit, that there was nothing else he could do to fight. Denki, in a moment of selfishness, let go of Minoru’s side and grabbed the boys wrists, both of them fitting in one hand alone and wrought them up and off of the boy’s dick. He pulled his hands forward, resting them back on his chest with authority neither of them knew he possessed.
“I got ya,” He soothed. “C’mon,” Denki wrapped an arm around him and pulled him in, grinding Minoru's lap against his bulge hard enough to make him hiss through his teeth.
Minoru panted, his breath hot, every gasp getting higher in tone. “Den-Denki n-” He cut himself off, tensing again, but this time, his eyes screwed shut for a moment before widening and looking down. Denki watched as, at first nothing happened. Then a small spot appeared on the front of Mineta’s pants.
“Oh no- I-” Mineta choked on another desperate sob. “I’m gonna-” He looked up from himself, struggling to speak through his panic. Denki nodded, his mouth dry at the lewd sounds coming out.
“You can baby, just- just go for me, make a mess.” He felt himself throbbing while he wondered, in the back of his head for a moment, if that was too much, would Mineta really be okay with that. He didn’t have time to think long as the loud hissing sound of Mineta’s bladder finally, finally giving out short circuited Denki’s brain and he watched a the spot grew in size, slowly taking over the majority of his left pant leg before spilling over and flooding Denki’s lap.
Mineta groaned, head falling back in relief before pitching forward again to look down, watching as the puddle in Denki’s lap grew. Finally reaching a point where it had begun to spill over and soak Mineta’s right leg.
“Fu-fuck!” Minoru cursed under his breath. Thighs trembling again. He whined softly, breath leaving his chest as if he’d been punched and tightened his grip on Kaminari’s shirt and watched the hem of his shirt darken slightly before Denki shifted his thighs apart and the rest loudly hit the floor beneath him. No doubt soaking into the seat of his pants.
In turn, Denki watched the scene unfold with his mouth agape. The sight alone would have been enough to fuel his wet dreams for a week flat the the feel of Mineta’s squirming, his moans, the desperation that it took to get to this point, and the sensation alone would never leave his brain. Kaminari groaned, finally relaxing back against the wall and closing his eyes for a moment. The hot, heavy feeling against his lap had to be as good as sex, he decided in the quickly dissipating moment.
The moment felt like it stretched on forever in Denki’s hormone addled brain. He finally opened his eyes again and looked at Mineta who seemed very stunned himself, eyes blown wide and staring at their laps, darting around before he looked up himself, locking eyes with Denki.
“I’m sorry…” He whispered, swallowing hard and Denki felt the familiar, sad twinge in his chest again.
He rubbed Minoru’s side softly. “Hey, don’t be sorry dude. I told you to. I pulled you on my lap,” He let out a breathy laugh at that to himself, “I didn’t want you to be the only one walking out of here wet. Now we can say we both pissed our pants if anybody sees us.” He smiled, looking down at the mess and giggling a little. “‘Sides…think I learned something new about myself. So I kinda owe you one really.” Denki mused with a hum, looking at his bulge that persisted, sitting only inches from Mineta’s thigh.
Mineta hummed in turn, looking away and nodding. “Th-that’s good then. Anything for a bro.”
Kaminari nodded in response himself, not sure how to explain himself or ask what he really needed to know. ‘Would it be weird if I jerked off now or do I wait?’ He sighed, he didn’t want to wait. Still, how cool would Mineta really be with that? This was already a lot. ‘Only one way to know.’
Kaminari cleared his throat, making Mineta jump slightly and turn back to him, snapping him from wherever the boy was mentally preoccupied with. “So uh…can I jerk off too or is that just a bit too far?”
Mineta bit his lip, letting out a nasally snort before laughing openly, tension gone from his shoulders for a pleasant change. “Dude, this was all a lot! At this point I wouldn’t care if you slipped it in-” He caught himself and went silent with a shaky breath in.
“Wh-” Denki started but was silenced as the elevator jolted hard, shaking back and forth slightly.
“AHH!” They yelped in sync and wrapped their arms around each other tightly. After being in the stillness of the elevator for so long the sudden movement was horrifying. Was this the freefall Denki had mentally prepared himself for?
The lights flickered, orange to white to orange again, before stabilizing with the normal white glow and suddenly the elevator began moving down to the first floor slowly. The two pulled back, looked into each other's eyes before realizing holding the other in pissed soak pants and straddling wasn’t a good look. They clammored, legs half tangled as they scurried to their feet, Mineta yelping as he almost slipped on the newly wet ground and shouted a ‘Son of a bitch!’ much louder than necessary. Denki went to dust his pants off in an attempt to feign casualness but only managed to get his hands wet. They looked at each other again then back to the doors that finally, after what felt like eons, slid open.
The class was standing in the common area, candles and flashlight in hand. Aizawa must had been saying something before the overly loud elevator ding made him, and the rest of the class pause. The boys tensed up. Looked at the other from the corners of their eyes and straight again. Silence.
Sero was the first to speak up.
“Did you piss your pants?” He looked back at Aizawa incredulously and back again. “It was like…thirty minutes!”
The two looked down and Kaminari shrugged. “Hey, when you get trapped in an elevator with no warning I wanna see you come out, pants unpissed. Then you can talk.”
Mineta snorted, a fist coming up to press against his mouth as he turned away. “C’mon ‘Neta, let’s take a shower.”
Denki leaned over, pressing the button for the fourth floor and watching the class glance around in equal parts confusion, disgust, and a few even outright laughing before the doors shut and the elevator began its ascent up.
He looked down again at Mineta who was still giggling and must have been looking up at him before he’d even noticed, cheeks pink and flushed much more than he realized they must have been in the dark.
“Thanks,” He whispered soft, smiling a little, “for not making fun of me.”
Denki shrugged and smiled back, “What’re friends for man? But yeah…same.”
Once they had retrieved their respective clothes from Denki’s room the duo agreed that, this time, they’d take the stairs down. Just in case.