A/n: was gonna do Nick today but i /gen ran out of time lmfao sorry

If yall have a prompt/request for either of them pls drop

Nick and Charlie had been dating for months, sleeping over at each other's houses on and off weekly. Multiple days a week, even, if Charlie's parents would allow it on a school night. Which was very rare, but worth a shot to ask, in both of their opinions.

Nick's mother was always more than happy to have Charlie over. She loved him, which made him want to do everything he could to make a good impression every single time he was over. He cared about her opinion of him, and luckily, they got along really well. A lot of the time, he suspected that she loved him more than his own mom did, but he didn't like to dwell on that thought for too long. All that it did was make him
realize that teenage angst was insanity.

Despite his own rocky relationship with his mother, he didn't let that ever dampen the mood when he was with Nick. He always had the time of his life when he was over at his house, and he intended to keep a good attitude when they had sleepovers.

Usually, when they stayed at one another's houses, Charlie was always the early riser, but that was just because of his overreactive bladder waking him up at 7am or earlier every morning. He couldn't physically sleep past that point, his bladder wouldn't let him. And once he was up, he had a hard time falling back to sleep, which lead him to start going downstairs for a coffee and a chat with Nick's mother every morning before she had to head to work. He enjoyed that time in her company.

But this time, Nick had his alarm set to vibrate in order to wake him up early so that he could get ready. They had plans to do some things together since it was Saturday, so he planned to take his sweet time getting himself to look nice.

This did not bode well for Charlie, though. Since Nick almost always woke up after him, he had no idea how Charlie was in the mornings. He always had to pee very badly when he woke up, which had caused an embarrassing amount of accidents throughout his life. Especially if he was too tired and decided to ignore his needs for a few extra minutes of sleep. It was especially bad when he was younger, but now that he was older and with a more developed bladder, he was able to rush himself to the restroom before letting go, usually with seconds to spare.

This time, however, had not been a case as simple as that. In fact, it got messy very, very quickly, much to Charlie's dismay. This sort of thing happened far too often at his own home—he would sometimes wake up after Tori on a school day, bursting to pee, and she would be in the bathroom either doing her hair or taking a shower.

But today, he had to deal with Nick, who Charlie would soon learn, spent an egregious amount of time in the bathroom in the morning.

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When Charlie woke up, the first thing he noticed, just as he did every morning, was that his bladder was painfully full. He jumped out of Nick's bed, barely aware that he wasn't even next to him, and made a mad dash for the bathroom. When he saw the light on under the closed door, and heard Nick humming to himself, he let out a quiet groan, slamming himself against the wall and burying his hands between his legs. He had to pee so bad but he didn't want to interrupt Nick while he was in the bathroom, having his alone time as he got himself ready for their date.

He tried to give him a little while longer, but he really couldn't stall his bladder for too long, so he awkwardly knocked against the door, trying to keep the tremble out of his voice as he spoke up, "Nick?"

"Yes, Love?" Nick called from the other side of the door.

"Are you nearly finished in there?" Charlie called back, extremely desperate at that point.

He could practically feel Nick's smirk, "awe, missing me already?"

"No, actually" Charlie joked, "I just really have to use the restroom, so I was wondering if you would be out soon!"

"Awe, ouch!" Nick gasped with betrayal, "i've been gone a whole thirty minutes and you don't even miss me?"

"Well i've only been awake for like—five of those thirty minutes!" Charlie argued.

"Well then, you wouldn't mind waiting a little longer for me to finish up gelling my hair?" Nick teased.

"Yeah. Yeah, Okay, that's fine" Charlie said, even though it totally wasn't fine. He was not making it out of this dry if he didn't get to a toilet within the next thirty seconds. He was standing in front of the door now instead of leaning casually against the wall. He was practically potty dancing as he waited, tapping his feet and squirming around. His hand was literally inside of his pants squeezing himself in an attempt to keep it all in.

He kept shifting his weight from foot to foot, leaking constantly in his underwear. Nick was not hurrying, so he knocked again, "Nick, I swear to God, i'm not joking around right now, i'm absolutely desperate for a wee!"

He heard Nick laugh through the door, and he felt himself growing frustrated, "It isn't funny!" He cried, allowing his voice to tremble now. It cracked pathetically, and it was not manly, but he couldn't bring himself to care. He had to go so bad that tears were prickling in his eyes. It was starting to hurt, and Nick was teasing him. But he was just being sensitive because he had to pee, he knew that. He wasn't actually cross with nick, just cranky.

When Nick heard that Charlie was actually upset, he immediately apologized like a good boyfriend. Charlie was grateful for that, but he was quite literally soaking his pajama pants as they spoke. He heard the quiet hissing of his piss against the fabric, and pressed his palm against his dick to try and hold in all of the liquid. It wasn't easy, but after a few long leaks, he was able to stop the flow just as Nick unlocked the door and opened it. Charlie bursted into the bathroom, yanking his boxers and sweatpants down. Seeing the toilet made his bladder overexcited again and he began to partially wet his gray sweats. He yanked the band of his boxers down, and his dick sprung forth, leaking out onto the floor before he was even in front of the toilet and properly positioned.

Nick had his toothbrush hanging out of his mouth, silent with shock as he watched Charlie almost completely have an accident and even piss on his tiled floor a little bit. Charlie sighed with relief once he was positioned, mumbling to himself phrases along the lines of 'finally' 'I thought I wasn't going to make it' and 'that feels incredible' which made Nick just feel all the more guilty for teasing him.

Charlie felt himself not even caring that Nick was staring at him. He was so glad he had made it. Well, mostly made it, anyway. That counted as a win in his book.  He was pissing so hard and so fast that he was surprised it went on for over a minute. Once he felt the last few drops leave, he shook himself off and put himself back into his pants.

Now that he wasn't dying for a wee, he was properly embarrassed. His pants were absolutely soaked, and his underwear clung uncomfortably to his skin he locked eyes with Nick for a moment, before they both blurted, "i'm sorry!"

Charlie, shocked, shook his head "why are you sorry? I literally just peed on your floor!" He exclaimed, pointing to the small droplets that made a trail across the bathroom tile to the toilet.

"I'm sorry for teasing you. I should have let you in the second you told me you needed to pee" he said, looking down guiltily.

  "Well, to be fair, most people are able to hold it a little longer than that after waking up" Charlie said, before placing a hand on the back of his neck awkwardly, "me, though. I'm surprised I even made it that long to be quite honest. I usually wake up super early to pee. But you woke up before me this time."

Nick hummed, "so you have a small little baby bladder, is what i'm hearing?" He joked lightly.

"Shut up!" Charlie laughed, "Oh my God, I cannot believe myself! Look at me!"

"You are a bit wet, aren't you?" Nick laughed as well, "oh my God, i'm so sorry, babe."

"Why are we like this?" Charlie giggled, "I have to wash this now!"

Nick shook his head, "it's okay, you can borrow my clothes. My sweatpants may be baggy on you though."

"Please, my waist is so snatched i'm going to need four belts" Charlie joked.

Nick chuckled, "you're so full of it!"

A/n: what time is it for yall im so curious

Like rn its 10:15 pm for me publishing this but like what time r yall getting the notif for it

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