Shuuichi woke up at three in the morning to the curious sensation of something very warm and wet against his leg. He knew it was three, because the alarm clock by his bed glowed bright in the dark, and it took him a shamefully long time to wake up enough to realize what had happened.
It wasn’t until Kokichi made a little sound in his sleep and shifted slightly against his side that it really hit him.
Shuuichi reached one hand under the blankets and felt around—sure enough, there was a warm wetness seeping into his pajamas and the sheets. That couldn’t be good for the mattress, he thought idly. Further exploration proved that Kokichi’s pajamas were soaked, and well, there was simply no doubt that the other boy had wet the bed. Shuuichi’s bed. On their very first night sharing a bed together.
Carefully taking back his hand, he pondered his next course of action. Did he wake Kokichi up? Did he wait until morning? Eventually the pee was going to get cold and uncomfortable, and what if Kokichi still had to pee more? He’d drank a lot of Panta right before bed—would he wet the bed even more if Shuuichi didn’t wake him? Was this a problem he usually had or just a fluke? So many questions…!
“Nngh, Saihara…?” His decision was made for him as Kokichi sleepily cracked open his eyes. With a sigh, Shuuichi leaned over and turned on the lamp. Kokichi flinched at the sudden light filling the dark room, but after a few moments, his expression changed. First was confusion, and then—utter terror that Shuuichi had never seen on Kokichi’s face. “S-Saihara, I…”
“You wet the bed.”
It was almost comical how the same boy who pretended as if he was some terrible criminal mastermind who had no shame now looked absolutely mortified. Considering the two of them had only just broken past all of their barriers and tentatively started a relationship, doing something so embarrassing must have really affected him. Shuuichi wished he knew exactly what Kokichi was thinking, if only to know how to best comfort him.
“I don’t… I never—!” Kokichi sat up and threw back the blankets, revealing the puddle around him that had seeped into Shuuichi’s side. Kokichi’s face was heavily flushed as he took in the damage. Shuuichi was almost impressed by how big a bladder such a small person like Kokichi must have. “Saihara, I swear, I haven’t wet the bed since I was a little kid! It wasn’t even a thing I did a lot. I don’t know why…”
It was then that Shuuichi noticed two things. One, Kokichi’s eyes looked awfully wet. Whenever he cried his crocodile tears, there was no buildup, so these looked real. And two, he was subtly fidgeting. Maybe it was because he was nervous, but there was that other possibility too…
“Ouma, I believe you, and I’m not mad, really. But now I need you to be honest with me.” Kokichi wouldn’t meet his eyes as he nodded. “Do you still need to pee?”
“Huh?” Shuuichi gently grabbed Kokichi’s chin and locked their gazes. Kokichi’s breath went shallow; Shuuichi licked his lips. “Yeah, I do. Isn’t it pathetic, Saihara? I finally let you in, and you let me into your bed just for me to piss in it, and I still have to go. I’m the worst.”
“You aren’t,” he insisted, cupping his hand against Kokichi’s cheek and feeling the flushed skin beneath his hand. “It was an accident, and I told you I’m not mad. I care about you Ouma, and this doesn’t change that.”
“But—”
“Ouma, if you still need to go, you should just finish right here.”
Whatever Kokichi had been about to say, it died as the words spilled from Shuuichi’s lips. He wasn’t sure he’d ever seen Kokichi so flustered in his life.
“What? Saihara, you want me to…?” Shuuichi nodded, his eyes glancing down to Kokichi’s crotch. Kokichi’s pajama pants were soaked, and he could make out Kokichi’s yellow and pink striped underwear through the clinging fabric. He felt his cock twitch at the thought of Kokichi repissing them. “I didn’t know Saihara was so kinky…”
He giggled nervously, his face redder than Shuuichi had ever seen it. Then, slowly, he nodded and closed his eyes. Shuuichi watched with rapt attention as a little stream began to trickle out from the head of Kokichi’s penis. Then Kokichi made a small, pained sound and let go—Shuuichi almost moaned as he watched the piss pour out of his soaked clothing, drenching the bed even more than it already was. None of that mattered though, as Kokichi had a look on relief on his face and Shuuichi couldn’t help but crawl into his lap and kiss him deeply.
Kokichi moaned beautifully into the kiss, and Shuuichi could feel that he was still peeing, now directly onto him as they kissed. His cock strained in his pajamas—he’d never been so turned on in his life. This was an aspect of himself he’d never realized existed, but he really couldn’t deny it. Honestly, he didn’t want to deny it; he wanted to make Kokichi feel better about the accident. He wanted to make Kokichi feel good.
He reached into Kokichi’s wet pants, palming him through his soaked underwear. Kokichi’s bucked against his hand, moaning hungrily. Confident that his partner was enjoying this, he withdrew his hand and pushed Kokichi’s clothes down past his hips so his erection sprang free. His own clothing soon followed, and he grabbed both of their erections and stroked them with abandon. Kokichi’s moans were surely loud enough to wake any light sleepers, but Shuuichi was too far gone to care. He kissed Kokichi as if his life depended on it, rubbing their cocks together, needing to be closer, closer, closer—
He felt Kokichi shudder, and when he heard the breathy “Shuuichi!” that accompanied Kokichi’s orgasm, Shuuichi came as well, their cum mixing together to make the soiled bed even more of a mess. Shuuichi held Kokichi tightly as they both came down from their high, kissing him gently and whispering little affectionate nothings in his ear. “You’re so beautiful Ouma, you’re so special to me, stay with me please I need you.”
Unfortunately, it didn’t take long for Shuuichi to feel Kokichi shiver. The piss was cooling, and despite how turned on he’d been in the moment, the thought of sitting in cold urine wasn’t exactly a pleasant thought. He slowly removed himself from Kokichi’s lap and rolled off the bed, stripping away his clothes and throwing them on the wet bed. Kokichi watched him—was he really blushing at seeing Shuuichi strip after what had just happened? How cute, Shuuichi thought—before catching on and doing the same. Once their dirty clothes were off, Shuuichi dug around in his dresser and found two pairs of pants, putting them on himself and giving the other to Kokichi.
“I know they’re too big, but they’ll have to do until we can get to your room. I don’t think we should risk roaming the halls naked.” Though their legs were still wet and there were still little splatters of cum on them, the late hour was starting to catch up to Shuuichi, and Kokichi looked adorably sleepy as he pulled on the pants that were far too long for him. They could wash up in the morning. As for the bed… Well, he didn’t even want to think about that yet. Kokichi’s bed would just have to do for the moment. “Ready?”
Kokichi nodded, and Shuuichi held out his hand. Kokichi stared at it for a moment before taking it, a small, genuine smile on his face. Hand-in-hand, they left Shuuichi’s bedroom for cleaner lodgings.
And though he didn’t have the nerve to mention it aloud, Shuuichi wondered if he could find a plastic sheet anywhere…
