They both were sitting out on an open field, Weird, considering it was literally two in the morning, rain was lightly falling from the sky, they were both wearing nothing but oversized shirts and their underwear, and it felt like there was a sheet of ice surrounding them because of how darn cold it was. Yet shitty tour buses tend to break down often, and they always seemed to break down during the most inconvenient and weirdest of times - like a cold night in the middle of fucking nowhere.
It really didn't help that Awsten's bladder felt close to literally exploding.
He didn't want Geoff to know. Obviously he didn't! Having to pee, pee badly, was something that was hard to hide, and it wasn't even like they could pee on the tour bus! There weren't any toilets on there! They were meant to pull up to some sort of gas satation in a couple of hours to refuel, and there would be bathrooms there, but a downside to that was actually waiting for a chance to use the bathrooms. Awsten always seemed to pride himself on the fact that he could go ages without peeing - he always said that he had a bladder of pure steel.
Today, though? Right now, in this moment? It was pure and utter hell. The seams of his overstretched and irritated bladder were beginning to rip, his lower abdomen muscles were spasming because of all the pressure, and the pain of it all were spreading to other areas of his body. It was concerning, to say the least. What if he got a kidney infection? What if he got super sick from holding his literal pee in for too long and ended up to go to hospital or something? He could't do that! He couldn't just drop out of the tour and go to hospital for a couple of days! That just wasn't feasible!
Awsten squirmed on the slightly muddy ground, gritting his teeth and trying to clutch himself tight. A tiny, tiny wet patch was visible on the front of his briefs. You had to be real up close to see it, but knowing it was there was humilating enough for Awsten. Actual urine was soaking though his underwear! What was he, fucking six?!
Ugh. This hurt like hell.
It hurt. It hurt. It hurt.
His muscles spasmed again, more pee leaking out. A second later his previously pale and cold face turned bright, fiery- hot red. His lungs weren't working properly and he could feel his body quiver. Was.... Was he seriously having a panic attack now?! Over peeing?!
Awsten knew, logically, that he could easily get up, excuse himself, and go over to a bush and relieve himself from any kind of pain. It wouldn't even be like anybody would judge him! peeing was a normal part of life, and Awsten knew that if he got up, found a nearby tree, and just let go, then nobody would say anything! A couple of jokes might be made, but that was about it. Geoff and Otto wouldn't despise him or anything like that!
He still didn't get up.
He just carried on sitting there, forcing himself to stop squirming, face bright red and heart thumping as he awkwardly tried to cup himself. His eyes were trained directly at his crotch, eyeing up the stain that was at the front of it. Sadly, it was more noticeable. All it took was a simple glance to see what was going on - and Geoff was a smart person. He would know what would be going on.
"Awsten?" Geoff finally spoke up. For the last thirty minutes he had been staring at Awsten, eyeing up how exactly he cupped himself, held back whined, shifted around on the grass, while weird pool of lust and desire bubbled around in his stomach. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Awsten flared up at him, slightly embarrassed. Geoff now knew of his burning desire to pee. His desperation and need to relief himself starting to become overwhelming. " I...I-" A weird surge of need flushed though his body. "F- Fuck!" He slammed his hands down onto his crotch and groaned loudly. How Otto, who was sitting under five meters away from them, hadn't noticed all the commotion was just plain concerning. "Okay, okay, fine!" Awsten felt like crying. "I-I have to pee." Wow. That was a true 'No Shit Sherlock' it Geoff had ever seen one.
