Damien must have sensed his pain, even if he thought it was from the stomachache, and leaned forward to tenderly kiss him on the cheek. "Sorry, babe. I know you're in pain. Let's take you home." Damien waved to the woman to pay for the bill, before wrapping his arms around Sol and pulling him close. He helped him up, and the moment Sol stood upright, his bladder contracted in agony. or; Billy's gotta go. Steve's not gonna let him. Language: English Words: 9,158 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 44 Kudos: 245 Bookmarks: 34 Hits: 4,577 I'm sorry," Sol finally whimpered out into Damien's chest. Damien just held him tightly, the both of them standing there in place. The night was cool and quiet aside from a few chirping birds, the tree branches rustling and creaking. Sol's sobs quieted down, until he was resting sleepily on Damien's chest, eyes closing from exhaustion. "I'm sorry," he kept mumbling, even as he stilled. "So sorry for everything." Finally, the elevator came and we both went in. There was nobody else. I pressed the 10 button and the girl pressed the 12 button with a faint and somewhat nervous smile. The elevator started, smooth as usual. But suddenly, between the 5th and the 6th floor, there was a shaking and the elevator suddenly stopped in between the floors. There was still electric light inside the elevator, so it cannot have been a complete power failure, but there was obviously some problem. No!" Sol gasped out. "No, please, don't." He couldn't go to the ER. He didn't want to prolong relief longer than he had to.

It was like any ordinary Sunday. He got up, did his morning routine, and found himself sitting at his desk in front of his computer. The only difference about this Sunday in particular was that Billy had done all his chores the night before. That, and the fact that he purposely skipped one step in his morning routine—one that he was already beginning to feel the effects of as he listened to the dial up sounds pair with his loudly brewing coffee, slowly dripping into the pot. I was gone for five seconds," Sol huffed, sliding next to Damien. His bladder whimpered when it realized that it wasn't going to get the relief it craved, but Sol hushed it, and instead settled for crossing his legs tightly and smiling at Damien. "But I guess I can lie and say I missed you too. Just to make you feel better."Bathroom," Sol begged. He was squirming feverishly, and was aware of the constant dampness in his boxers. "Please? I have to go so bad...I..."

As a way to congratulate Finn and Rachel on their engagement, Rachel’s dads invite Finn and his family over for dinner and a musical performance at the Berry household, and then both parents agree that their children are ready to spend the night together, and in the spirit of Valentine’s Day, Rachel’s dad are all for letting Finn and Rachel use Rachel’s bed and bath room for their night together. Everything he had worked for went down the train. All of the precaution he had taken the last few years to never wet himself again had gone to waste - and now he was standing in his own piss, his father in front of him, his life about to spiral downwards once more. Damien, for a moment, thought Sol was going to wet himself. But then he followed Sol's eyes and there stood Sol's father, dressed in a suit, standing on the driveway with an expression of absolute disgust.Get out." Sol's father's voice was cold. "And take your faggot boyfriend with you." The words were cruelly said - the meaning of the words even crueler. Sol tried to apologize, but all he could hear was a loud ringing in his head, a loud chorus of voices saying, You're so stupid. You're so stupid. You're so stupid. His whole body was vibrating, trembling from head to toe, and he was heaving as he cried. Sol bent forward, eyes filling with tears. Why were they stopping? There was no rest stop here. Why had they stopped? Why wasn't the car moving, dammit? The drive was painful for Damien. His whole body had clenched up, and nausea had crept up to his throat. He had never seen his boyfriend that way before. He'd never seen Sol lose himself like that, and he'd never seen Sol call himself those awful names. Was wetting himself really that big of a deal? Damien didn't think it was. He really didn't. Yeah, it was a bit unusual, but he knew he would never judge Sol because of a mere wetting. When they arrived to Damien's apartment, Damien lifted the boy bridal style and carried him to his empty bed. Getting a pair of his old sweatpants, he carefully peeled down Sol's jeans and boxers. He knew Sol would be embarrassed about it later, but he didn't want the jeans to chafe Sol's legs, so he carefully replaced Sol's pants and boxers with his own pair. They were a bit loose around Sol's waist, but Damien could careless. Then, thankfully, the plane finally started to move. The thought of the delightful relief he would experience in a few minutes caused him to lose his concentration for a second and to his utter and complete horror he felt a small spurt of piss escape into his pants. He shut it down forcefully. This was not happening. He was a grown-up. Grown-ups didn't pee themselves. Especially not on planes.

It becomes apparent that the Tower's resident teenager has some... aiming issues. It falls to Tony to solve them. There was nothing for it, he would just have to beg the stewardess to let him use the bathroom. When one of them walked by their aisle, he stopped her with pleading look. It was the same one that had stopped him from using the facilities earlier. Crap. Damien pulled apart immediately. Concern colored his face. "You okay?" he asked. "Did I like...hurt you somehow?"She gave him a pitying look, but he didn't care about that either. If it made her more likely to get this door open for him, he'd take it.