A/n: Okay so the prompt is that Roman and Patton are doing each other's nails, and Roman is extremely good at painting nails, so when Patton's are drying he realizes he has to pee so bad but he doesn't want to ruin all of Roman's hard work. So he holds it, but realizes he may have put off his need for far too long in favor of all the fun activities....

"Come on, Patton~" Roman sing-songed, Answer the question! Or else, you'll have to do a challenge! So i'll ask again—who is your crush?"

Patton jutted out his bottom lip into a stubborn pout, "no fair! That question is way too personal!"

"That is the most basic bitch question I could have given you" Roman scoffed. Patton kept his mouth shut, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth to gnaw on it nervously. After a few more seconds, he shook his head.

Roman groaned dramatically, eliciting a giggle from Patton, "fine! Let's see what this app says your challenge is" he clicked the button that said 'question not answered: punishment/challenge' and he read it aloud, "chug a whole bottle of water in one sitting and then do ten sit ups. Ooh, that's not gonna feel good" he laughed

Roman hopped up off of his seat at the kitchen island, and went to the fridge to find a bottle of water, "you know, these punishments have been pretty lame. I mean, imagine if I came up with them! That would be way more entertaining!"

Patton agreed with that statement, but Roman had a very creative mind. His punishments would probably be borderline evil, "No way, you would destroy me!" He laughed, taking the bottle of water that Roman handed to him. He cracked open the cap, and chugged the water in thirty seconds, Roman cheering and whooping the entire time he did so.

"Epic!" Roman exclaimed, "sit up time, i'll count!"

"Ugh—" Patton groaned, panting heavily as he wiped his lips. He laid down on his back, put his arms behind his head and began to do his sit-ups, "Oh my gosh, I had a C in gym class last year for a good reason!" He powered through the push ups, before he collapsed, out of breath as Roman shouted 'ten!'

"Awe, our high school gym teacher would be so impressed. Should I reach out to him on facebook and tell him about your achievement?" Roman teased.

Patton giggled, "he would probably just block you."

Roman outstretched a hand, helping Patton stand back up, "Probably."

"Ugh, water is so nasty compared to my sprite. I need a pallet cleanser" he began to chug his sprite, choking as he did so, because it burned his throat.

Roman laughed at him while he fell into a coughing fit, "you've already destroyed three cans of sprite in the past three hours!"

"I've been holding back, you should feel lucky I haven't pounded through the entire case" Patton joked, even though he was sure he could do so easily.

"Ugh, you're going to be burping all night" Roman said, "why did I even invite you over?" He teased.

"Because, we have the best sleepovers ever!!!" Patton cried out. It was true—they really did. They were three hours in, and neither had the chance to be bored for even one second. Even when they weren't doing an activity, or just scrolling aimlessly through their phones, the conversation never became awkward or quiet. It was like their friends always said—'get Roman and Patton locked in a room together, and they'd be too busy yapping to even think about escaping' and there was a lot of truth to that statement.

"Oh, hey! I've been learning some new designs, can I paint your nails, Pat?" Roman asked, his eyes shining brightly as he gasped and clapped his hands in excitement.

Patton's eyes lit up as well, "Um, duh!" He cried out, "but only if you let me practice on yours too! I'm still garbage at designs, but even Virgil was impressed with my ability to not get the nail polish all over his fingers the other day!"

Roman laughed, "of course! You can paint mine first while I cook up the best designs for your nails."

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Patton had to admit, he had definitely been putting off his need to go to the bathroom for an insanely stupid amount of time. It wasn't his fault that Roman was just so much fun to be around! They were having an amazing night, he didn't want to miss one second! But aside from that, he tended to forget about his needs when he was having fun. But he had a lot of drink, so it was practically impossible to ignore by now.

He had finished painting Roman's nails about ten minutes ago, and it took a while for them to dry completely, but now that there was no smudge risk, he got together all the colors he needed to paint Patton's nails. Patton watched as he did so, and wanted to ask him if he could run off to pee real quick—but Roman just looked so excited, and he didn't want to make him wait.

Patton knew that Roman was going to take a long time painting his nails—it took a while to get it perfect, so he had to be very careful and focused. But he thought he would be able to hold it until after Roman was finished, so he decided to push through and act casual. He had to stay pretty still so Roman wouldn't mess up, and it wasn't too difficult at first. But after the first hand, it was getting harder for him to sit completely still, which led to Roman having to tell him several times to stop moving.

He apologized sheepishly every-time, staying as still as possible as to not alert Roman into his situation. He was completely captivated watching Roman paint his nails, so that helped to distract him some. By the time he was completely finished, he examined the nails with a bright smile on his face, "oh my gosh! These look amazing!" And they did. A pastel blue background with daisies sprouting up from the bottom, and a sum in the corner of each nail, "it's so freaking pretty! Oh, I wish I could hug you right now!"

Roman's ego was clearly fed by the positive feedback as he stuttered out a thank you, his smile shining as brightly as Patton's.

Roman blabbed on about the process for a while as Patton tuned him out, his need to pee hitting him ten times as hard as it did just thirty minutes ago. Except now, he couldn't do anything about it, even if he wanted to, because Roman had just worked so hard on his nails, and if he went to the bathroom before they were completely dried, he would smudge them and ruin their beauty! So, he stayed put, fidgeting and squirming. He wished he could hold himself, but he couldn't risk it.

He tried to tune back into what Roman was saying, because he needed a distraction. His underwear were slightly damp, by now, and he really didn't have much more hope in holding on. He checked his nails. It would take at least five more minutes for the polish to set, and Patton's heart dropped as he came to realize that he couldn't wait that long.

The throbbing in his bladder became too much to handle, and his body gave out on him. A torrent of piss began to soak into his jeans, making a light hissing noise as his accident begun. He let out a sigh of blissful relief, unaware that Roman had stopped talking, staring at him with his mouth dropped open in shock. Patton gasped, bowing his knees together where he sat on the floor, trying to keep himself together—but it was no use. A large puddle began to form beneath him as his accident continued, and he buried his face into his knees, the feeling of relief now morphing into a deep shame.

His heart filled with dread as he realized that he was wetting himself in front of his best friend. In his best friend's house. On his best friend's floor. He was never going to live this down—would Roman even want to be his friend anymore? He was gross, and pathetic! He couldn't even hold his bladder!

He risked a peek over to Roman. He didn't look angry. In fact, he had tears in his eyes. His lips were pressed into a straight line, and his cheeks looked tightened. After a few seconds, Roman broke, and he let out a small snort, which transformed into uncontrollable laughter, "Dude! You're actually pissing yourself! Are you—are you seriously peeing on my floor right now?!"

Patton's heart felt like it had broken. Roman was laughing at him. He could feel tears of humiliation pooling in the corners of his eyes. He tried his hardest not to cry, but his throat clamped up, feeling dry, and his chest felt tight and heavy. His tears finally spilled over, and he let out a quiet, pained sob. He cried as he continued to pee, his stream slowing down and trickling off as he drained his bladder.

Roman's laughter stopped the moment that Patton's crying began. He felt extremely guilty watching tears fall down his best friend's rosy red cheeks.

"I'm sor-sorr-ry!" Patton stuttered out through hiccuped sobs, "I got distracted, an-and, and forgot, then I didn't want to ruin the nails so I tried to wait until they were dried! But I couldn't! I'm so sorry!" He was working himself up so much that he began to choke on his breaths, sending himself into a coughing fit, "i'm so gross!"

Roman felt extremely ashamed of himself for laughing. He should have been a lot more sensitive to the situation—he knew how Patton got. He placed a hand on Patton's shoulder, and made sure his voice was much softer and kinder than it had been before, "No, Pat—hey, i'm so sorry, oh my God, I shouldn't have laughed at you. That was really stupid of me, wasn't it?"

Patton nodded a little, "Y-yeah..."

"Accidents happen, don't sweat it. This will be super easy to clean up, okay? How about I deal with the floor, and you can go wash off, alright? We can cuddle and watch a movie afterwards, alright? Your nails seem to be completely dried now" Roman told him.

Patton nodded, calming down as Roman assured him everything was fine, "Yeah...yeah, thanks" he sniffled, wiping his eyes. His nails stayed intact, and didn't smudge at all.

"Don't sweat it. And that nail polish is the good stuff—completely water proof once dried, so don't worry about messing it up. Go on, Pat. Leave your wet clothes in the sink, alright?"

Patton nodded, standing up on shaking legs, cringing as his cooling piss slid down his pants and dripped into his puddle. His...very large...puddle. The walk to the bathroom was very awkward and uncomfortable, and he let out a sigh of relief as he stripped his pants away. He would let the sting of the hot shower burn away his shame before he had to go back out and face Roman.

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When Patton exited the bathroom, he was surprised to see his favorite movie ready to be played on the tv. There were snacks on the coffee table, and thick, fluffly blankets and pillows sprawled across the couch, where Roman was sitting. He smiled and opened his arms, beckoning Patton to come over. He did, flopping into Roman's chest, resting his face on his shoulder. He closed his eyes and leg out a contented sigh, "i'm humiliated" he mumbled.

Roman wrapped his arms around Patton, "don't be. Things just got too out of hand tonights. Accidents happen, and it's hard to find the time to go when we're having so much fun, right?"

Patton nodded against Roman's chest, before flipping himself around and sighing, looking at the tv, "thanks for being so chill about it. You know...after you made me want to crawl into a hole and die, of course" he joked.

"Well, as your best friend, i'm obligated to do so!" Roman teased, shoving a fist full of popcorn in his mouth. They dissolved into giggles, and Roman played the movie, "you better not fall asleep during this, you lightweight."

"I'm not going to! I swear, I already had a nap today!" Patton cried.

"Whatever you say" Roman teased, shaking his head, "whatever you say."

A/n: Day 3: Complete!!!

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