Emo Bands (Omorashi and Requests(?))

Peterick - Omorashi

Pete announced a parting message to the crowd in the nearly full stadium, and the lights onstage dropped, bathing the band in shadows. Patrick immediately rushed offstage, quickly dropping his guitar on the riser. Pete noticed Patrick looking nervous near the end of the set, he thought something seemed wrong but he didn't want to ask until they were done playing.

"Guys?"

"Yeah?" Andy and Joe answered in unison.

"I'm gonna go find Patrick." Pete was honestly a bit worried, normally Patrick wouldn't run off like that.

Patrick hurried towards their dressing room, feeling like he was going to leak on every step. He barely made it off stage. He was really wishing he'd gone to the bathroom before the show, he'd had to hold it the whole time as there were no breaks long enough for the trip to the stupidly far away bathrooms. Patrick had been fidgeting and squeezing his legs together, hoping nobody noticed his distress. He slammed the door to the dressing room, but stopped as soon as the door was shut. He felt himself begin to leak and stopped walking. He didn't think he'd make it to the bathroom. He felt the golf ball-sized spot on his pants wet his hands.

Pete didn't care about knocking, whatever it was, Patrick would tell him. Patrick was right beside the door, his hands tightly pressed against a dark spot in his jeans.

"Patrick.." Pete knew this was probably the worst thing he could say, but the words fell out of his mouth before he could stop them. "You haven't done this since you were a kid."

Patrick had always had trouble with his small bladder and was scared to say anything about going to the bathroom.

There were tears in Patrick's eyes and he seemed like he was shaking a bit. The last time he'd peed himself sober was before their hiatus.

"I-I know.. I feel like such a fucking baby.. but I need- I need help, Pete."

"It's okay Trick."

Patrick accidentally let out a bit more, the wet spot on his pants growing. He collapsed to his knees, biting his lip, tears beginning to flow.

"Do you think you can make it to the bathroom?"

"Well.. I can't just-"

Pete helped Patrick to his feet, the sudden movement made him struggle to hold it.

"Can you walk without-"

He nodded. He'd started to grit his teeth and whimper. A steady stream began, but he stopped it. Pete held him, helping him walk.

"Patrick, I can tell this is hurting you a lot," Pete began, hoping Patrick would listen. "Just let go."

"No- I can't.." He was sobbing now. Pete couldn't imagine how bad this must be for Patrick. "Joe and Andy are going to-"

"Patrick, they're gonna be fine with it, they always were."

Patrick's legs were shaking against Pete's, he was leaking a little bit every few seconds, getting Pete's jeans slightly damp. He whimpered quietly whenever he let anything out. Pete didn't want Patrick to suffer like this. He moved his hands to Patrick's stomach.

"Pete, please don't." Patrick cried.

"Trust me, Trick.." Patrick wasn't usually stubborn, but the fear of the others knowing he, a grown man, had an accident, was making him try so hard not to let go.

Pete pressed on Patrick's bladder and pee started to flow, soaking Patrick's jeans and also wetting Pete's pants at the fronts of his thighs. He let out little moans and whines as he felt both the contents of his bladder and the last of his dignity leave him. At this point he couldn't stop and he just let it go. He fell to the ground in a puddle of his own piss and began crying. Pete helped Patrick up to get him to a bathroom. He was shaking again.

"That feels better doesn't it." Pete said, trying to calm him down.

"Y-yeah but.. You guys all know I'm a fucking baby."

"It's okay Trick, accidents happen." Pete comforted his friend. "I need to clean up outside. Can you just stay here?"

"Yeah." Patrick sat on the toilet seat, squirming in his wet jeans.

As Pete was cleaning up Patrick's mess, he heard a knock on the door.

"Everything alright in there?" Andy asked nervously.

"Yeah, you can come in." Pete answered. "Patrick had an accident."

"Oh."

"If you can, can you get Patrick some pants.. and some for me."

"Ok." Andy and Joe walked away.

Pete went back over to Patrick.

"Let's get you cleaned up, okay?"

"Yeah." Patrick was now shivering as he was covered in cold pee.

Pete got a paper towel, since it was all they had, and ran it under warm water.

"Take off your clothes so I can help you."

Patrick looked embarrassed as he wriggled out of his soaked jeans. Pete began cleaning Patrick's pale legs with the paper towel, when he got to his dick, he was very gentle, not wanting to make Patrick more uncomfortable than he already was.

"F-fuck."

"Sorry.."

Joe and Andy came back with their pants, having an awkward interaction involving Pete thanking them and them shutting the door.

"Here Patrick." Pete said passing him pants and underwear.

"Thanks."

Later that night, Pete wandered to Patrick's bed, hearing muffled crying coming from his bunk.

"What's wrong?"

"Everybody knows I pissed my pants, and they think I'm a baby and-"

"Shhh Patrick," Pete climbed into Patrick's bed, wrapping his arms around him. "Nobody thinks you're a baby."

"They do."

"No, Trick, if they say anything bad, I'll have a chat with them." Pete held Patrick tightly. "I love you."

"I love you too, Pete."