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He doesn't mean for it to happen. He is just very in the groove of writing so if he says, okay, I'll go pee after these next thousand words, and then says it again and then again. Well!! His brain is a fickle thing!! If he loses the momentum he'll have to work to get it back!
And it's not like? It's a particular hardship to keep putting it off? Because it's not painful, or anything! He maybe even feels good? With his pulse throbbing in his dick and all? But it's! Definitely not because he's holding his piss or anything! It's because he's writing a particularly engaging papapa scene! Or something.
He really will go pee after this next set of a thousand words. He doesn’t think his body is going to give him a choice.
He shudders as he rides a wave of having to pee. He huffs out a breath and adjusts his dick in his shorts, maybe rubbing the head just a bit as he does so. He squirms in his seat, rocking a little bit forward and pressing down on the seam of his thighs as he squeezes them tight.
His body is taut with tension as he bangs out three hundred words of absolute bullshit that he couldn’t remember if his life depended on it. He stands up abruptly.
“Done! Done done done,” he says to himself and then says, “oh fuck,” and definitely doesn’t moan as gravity pushes on his bladder and he uses his hand to push on his dick. He feels a bit of piss escape him. He freezes in place as he clenches with everything he has, holds his breath, and silently begs it to stop before he books it towards the bathroom when it does.
When he exits his room he notes that the bathroom door is closed which means Shen Yuan is in there; Shang Qinghua hadn’t even heard him cross the hallway. He's gonna get complete and utter shit for barging in and taking a leak while Shen Yuan is doing a face mask or some other beauty routine but it can't be helped!
He wobbles down the hallway as fast as he can with his thighs pressed together. He turns the knob and finds it locked. Which isn't surprising considering he's done this exact same thing a good number of times.
"Cucumber-bro! The door! Unlock the door!!"
"I'm using the bathroom, give me a minute," Shen Yuan says with zero sense of urgency.
Fuck! He is totally gonna absolutely piss himself!
"I really have to go!" He cries, doing a little dance in the hallway. He reaches down to squeeze his cock, tears prickling in his eyes as he tries to force himself to not pee. Except it doesn't really work that well because he can feel even more of it escape and wet his shorts. He squeaks.
"Relax, don't piss yourself," Shen Yuan chides from the other side.
His brain hears the "piss yourself" part of that and goes piss yourself? Yes! Good idea!
Suddenly, no matter how hard he squeezes his cock he can't stop pissing himself and after holding so long it feels so good.
There's a swooping feeling in his gut, tangled with the throbbing in his dick and he groans, trying to muffle it into his arm as he presses his face into his forearm against the door. It swings up into a quiet whine.
"Do you really have to go that bad?" Shen Yuan asks, his voice closer to the door, startling Shang Qinghua who had momentarily forgotten about him.
The lock clicks and Shang Qinghua grabs the doorknob again.
"Stop!!" He shrieks.
"'Stop!?’ Do you need to use the bathroom or don't you!?"
"Yes! I totally need to use the bathroom! There is just—a very large spider out here and I want to kill it before you come out!!"
"What? And what the fuck is that sound? Are you pissing yourself?!"
"It's—I brought my energy drink with me and I'm pouring it on the floor! I'm not pissing myself!!!" He wails, very much pissing himself. How!!! Is there still more!!!
The doorknob turns and even though Shang Qinghua grabs it with his other hand, wet and warm and slippery and very much not helpful, it turns all the way and the bathroom door opens.
Shen Yuan stares at him as his piss finally trickles to a halt. Shang Qinghua's mouth feels all wobbly, like he's about to burst into tears or something.
"You pissed yourself." Shen Yuan says, flat and disbelieving and kind of in awe.
"I know!!!" He pulls his forearms up to his face, avoiding touching his hair with his piss covered hand. "Don't look at me!!!" He wails.
"And you're hard!"
Shang Qinghua pulls his hands from his face and yanks down on the hem of his shirt, ridden up from him raising his arms. They were supposed to hide him, not put him on display, what the hell, arms!!
"I'm not! I'm definitely not hard! You're seeing things, Cucumber-bro!"
"How could I be seeing things when you're wearing the tiniest shorts known to man?!"
Don't rip on the shorts bro!! You're the one who likes them the most!!
"I should've known you were into this. Tell me, when you were writing your weird little fetish were you imagining it was you pissing yourself?"
"Stop!" Shang Qinghua keens. He's going to associate pissing himself with Shen Yuan being mean to him and develop an omo kink! He doesn't want an omo kink and he certainly doesn't have one!!! Just because he's written it once or twice or maybe three times doesn't mean he has an omo kink!
"And!! It's not—I don't have an omo fetish!!"
"You've written a character pissing themselves four different times!"
If Shen Yuan says it's four then it's four, and that's not even including his scrapped drafts and snippets.
"I'm—I'm pandering!"
"Pandering to yourself, maybe!"
Shang Qinghua can't really say anything to that because Shen Yuan isn't wrong so he just stands there, shaking a little bit, trying desperately to ignore the fact that he's standing in a puddle of his own piss in front of his boyfriend.
"It's getting cold, let me shower," he whines instead.
"No."
Shang Qinghua blinks. He can't even ask what? before Shen Yuan continues.
"Show me."
When the hell did you get so bold Cucumber-bro!! Shang Qinghua's chubbing up even harder under his shorts. Fuck! It's not his fault that mean and bossy does it for him!!!
Shang Qinghua flounders, "show you what!? I don't have anything to show you! I really don't know what you're talking about! And I'd really, really like to shower now, in private, please!"
All Shen Yuan does is raise an eyebrow.
“Mean,” Shang Qinghua pouts. Shen Yuan saves him some face by not saying what they’re both thinking, which is the fact that Shang Qinghua likes mean.
Shang Qinghua lifts his shirt by the hem, settling it just above the low waistband of his shorts.
“Obscene.” Shen Yuan says flatly.
Shang Qinghua is caught between raising his shirt to cover his face or lowering it again to cover his dick when it gives an interested little jerk.
“Stoppp,” he whines pitifully.
“Well, go on.”
“Go on? Into the shower?” He asks, looking up at Shen Yuan hopefully.
“You might as well take care of yourself, you’re already halfway there.”
“That’s—can’t I shower first?” He asks, voice warbling. It doesn’t help that he’s into it, thinking about jerking off in front of his boyfriend while Shen Yuan looks down at him imperiously (and the pee, he is very much thinking about the pee). It doesn’t matter that Shen Yuan’s ears are completely red, his face is totally impassive enough!!
Shen Yuan raises an eyebrow.
He swallows as he looks down past his hands, fisted in his shirt, to his dick, straining against the front of his shorts.
He looks back up at Shen Yuan, who just stares him down, before he lowers his gaze, reaches down, and pulls his dick out.
He can’t help but hesitate, looking up again at Shen Yuan.
Shen Yuan makes a hurry up motion with his hand so Shang Qinghua looks back down (again!!) and makes a circle with his hand around his dick.
His legs feel like jelly as he begins to jerk himself. He tries to start slow but he’s been horny for a while now. He hikes his shirt up higher so his arm isn’t brushing against it with every move, showing off his soft tummy, sprinkled with freckles.
“So eager,” Shen Yuan says.
Shang Qinghua’s brain takes the phrase and slides it a bit to the left, imagining Shen Yuan saying “so easy,” instead.
It comes as a surprise to both of them when Shang Qinghua cums right then, spurting cum against his belly and the front of his shirt. His eyes are clenched shut as he jerks himself through it with a whimper.
When he opens his eyes and looks at Shen Yuan, Shen Yuan is watching him with wide-eyes and a flushed face. Shen Yuan blinks and then:
“That fast!? Are you a teenager!?” He exclaims.
“I know! I know!! Don’t look at me!!” Shang Qinghua would pull up his shirt to cover his face for sure now if it wasn’t stained with cum. Don’t be mean to me anymore, Cucumber-bro!! My dick needs a break!!
Shen Yuan reaches back to swipe Shang Qinghua’s towel from the rack before he throws it at Shang Qinghua who squawks and scrambles to catch it before it falls to the floor.
“Don’t leave a mess,” he says and then steps past Shang Qinghua and over the puddle and hurries into his room where Shang Qinghua hears the lock click.
“Cucumber-bro!” Shang Qinghua calls after him. “Be honest, are you jerking it in there!”
“Shen Yuan!” He tries when he’s met with silence.
He sighs. First he’ll clean up and then he’ll shower and then he’ll write some more and if it’s omo it’s not because he has an omo kink but because he has omo brainworms.