Hoxton x Wolf [Oneshots]

Two Birds with One Stone❤️‍🔥

Summary: Wolf needs to piss and Hoxton's thirsty. I'm sure you can imagine how this is gonna go down.

Third Person POV

The heist, unlike the other ones they've been on, was strangely and unfortunately very boring. Hoxton and Wolf had to stand watch on the roof for any officers or snipers, as well as waiting for the helicopter to arrive while the rest of the gang did the actual heisting. Dallas had said that they already had enough people, so it was either staying at the safe house or keeping watch, just in case their stealth attempt had been blown.

   It had been around a good 30 minutes since the gang had gone inside, and Hoxton and Wolf were just waiting on the rooftops.

   Wolf really had to go piss, unable to stand still. And Hoxton was really thirsty, as he hadn't drank anything since the morning, and it was currently the afternoon.

   However, their boss had said not to abandon their posts, so neither of them were able to do anything about their issues.

   A scowl formed onto Hoxton's lips as he leaned his back against the door that had a staircase leading downstairs. His mouth felt really dry, and he had been avoiding talking in hopes that he wouldn't get anymore dehydrated.

   And for the first time, the Brit kind of wished he had chosen to stay at home instead. He hadn't realised that he would have gotten this thirsty this quickly.

   He just glanced over at Wolf, feeling kind of bad for the other man, as he, too, was also dealing with a problem.

   Wolf was a little grumpy. The fact that he really needed to piss was irritating him, and he was very much an impatient person.

   However, he didn't want to abandon Hoxton, as they were supposed to be working together. So, he tried to do things to try and distract himself.

   He began pacing up and down the roof, whistling softly under his mask. He did the occasional glances towards the windows of the building, to see if anyone would pop out.

   But alas, nothing interesting happened for the next 5 minutes. The two criminals only grew more impatient and uncomfortable as time had passed. It seemed as though it was a really long heist, and they had been stuck with the most boring role of them all.

   Hoxton just stayed in the little shade that had been provided, sitting down with his back against the wall, his eyes glancing from place to place. Sometimes he looked over at his gangmate, other times his gaze just wandered the area.

   Wolf had began feeling a little light-headed. Probably because of his need to piss. It was very irritating.

   He was growing extremely bored, and he was debating on just pissing all over the building. But he knew that that would result in the both of them getting in more trouble from their boss.

   Suddenly, he suddenly stopped pacing and he looked over at Hoxton, a thought entering his mind.

   "Hey," Wolf spoke up, getting Hoxton's attention.

   The British man looked up, raising an eyebrow in confusion. He stayed silent, as speaking made him feel even more thirsty.

   Wolf began walking towards the other man, standing in front of him.

   "You're really thirsty, right?" He questioned, tilting his head ever so slightly.

   Hoxton nodded his head quite quickly, almost in a manner considered aggressively. A slight glint of desperation even being seen in his eyes.

   A small smirk appeared under Wolf's mask.

   "How bad?"

   He began walking around the other man, glancing down the windows, just to check and see if anyone was around.