A/n: A little spicy but still incredibly cringe and awkward!!

"Fuck. Fuck, fuck, come on" Nick begged silently, jiggling his knee as his eyes frantically scanned through the heavy traffic in front of him. He was going to be late. He and Charlie had planned to video chat today at 6pm. It was the only time they were both free. But Nick was cutting it close because of this fucking traffic, and on top of that, his bladder was uncomfortably full. As soon as his classes finished, he had hopped into his care, figuring he could empty himself when he got home.

But that outlook wasn't looking so good anymore. He didn't want to miss even a second of the video chat. He missed his boyfriend so much, and being away from him for so long was the most emotionally painful thing he had ever experienced. What if Charlie needed him while he was gone? What if he was too busy to visit? What if Charlie relapsed? Just thinking about it was enough to bring tears to his eyes, but he had a small comfort in knowing that their friends would be there for him when he couldn't.

It got easier as time went on. But he still missed him dearly. Life wasn't all bad at Uni—in fact, it was amazing. The parties were way better, and the people were nicer. More mature, in a way, but still having that fun, young energy. Nick had made a lot of friends, and was having a much better time than he anticipated.

And now, he was anticipating getting home for some sweet relief. Charlie was going to call him in exactly five minutes. It was going to be close, so Nick would hold his bladder until he picked up, and then go once they had said their hello's.

Luckily, the traffic let up just as he thought it would, and he made his way to his apartment. He had his seatbelt off before he was even parked, and barely remembered to lock his car as he scrambled out and ran up to his door. The steps were torture, every step sending a sharp pulse into his bladder. But he made it out dry, and dove for his laptop. Just as he logged in, Charlie began to call him.

Nick let out a stressed sigh, running a hand through his messy hair and smiling, before he picked up the call. Charlie was smiling brightly, sitting on Nick's bed with his dogs in his lap. He gasped, "Charlie! What are you doing in my room?!" He laughed.

Charlie smirked, "Well hello to you too. If you must know, I missed the dogs."

"Oh, just the dogs?" Nick teased, noticing that Charlie was wearing one of his sweaters.

Charlie nodded, "Yep" he answered bluntly, petting one of them in his lap, "they're about to betray me though and run out of the room. I can feel it" They both laughed, "I've missed you. I'm really at your house because my parents are difficult, and I figured your mum is probably lonely without you anyways. She's told me David isn't very good company, and she likes having me over."

"Oh, David is horrible company" Nick agreed. He was glad that his mom and Charlie were taking care of each other while he was away, "have you eaten dinner yet?"

Charlie smiled, nodding, "I made dinner with your mom, and I ate with her. You could practically say it's like I never even had an eating disorder at all" he joked.

Nick laughed, "You sound like your grandpa!"

"I guess his words started to stick" he joked, before shifting into a more serious tone, "by the way, are you alright? You're not usually so fidgety. It's cute watching you squirm around, though."

Nick's eyes widened, "Oh, um—damn, I thought I was being subtle" he chuckled, his face flushing, "I kind of really need to pee, I got stuck in traffic" he admitted, "Still think I'm cute?"

Charlie hummed, observing his boyfriend with the new found information in mind, "Oh, I think you're cute alright" he shifted on the bed, tilting his head as he rested his chin on his fist, "why don't you sit down?"

"I. Um, I really have to go use the bathroom" Nick told him, slightly confused. He noticed that Charlie's entire face had turned red, his body stiff.

"I know" Charlie replied simply, "I...want you to beg for it."

A chill ran down Nick's spine. Fuck. Charlie taking control. His weakness. He chuckled, "and what if I don't? You can't be serious, right?"

Charlie laughed as well, but it wasn't like how it was earlier. It was darker, "Do I look like i'm messing around? Do I look like I won't punish you?" He questioned, "hmm? Nothing to say now, huh? I'm sure you'd rather be rewarded when you come home this weekend?"

Nick fell into submission immediately upon noticing Charlie was serious, "Yes. Yes, of course, i'm sorry." It was embarrassing how desperate he was. To pee and for his boyfriend. How he was imagining Charlie's hands on his body as they spoke. Nick brought a hand down on his member, holding himself, "I really need to go" he whimpered, "please, may I go?" He cringed, feeling a little awkward. But Charlie seemed really into this, and Nick wanted to know where this would lead.

"Aht aht aht, hands behind your back, baby boy. No touching, got it?" Charlie questioned. He seemed to gain more confidence once he realized that Nick was into it. Or at least, was going to play along with it. Nick nodded, putting his hands behind his back, "now, what's your color? Do you...like, actually want this?" Charlie was aware that he was incredibly horny right now. So much so that he found the thought of his boyfriend needing to pee enticing, so he wouldn't blame him if he wanted to back out.

Nick nodded his head rapidly, "Oh, I am so green and so ready to try this, but I don't know how much longer I can take this."

Charlie nodded, "okay. I'll go easy on you because I have no idea what i'm doing, and this is our first time dabbling...in this" he explained, "Do you want to move to the bathtub so you won't make a mess? I fully intend for you to lose control and wet yourself. And would you rather take your clothes off?"

Nick thought for a moment, "I will move to the bathtub and set you up where you'll have a nice view. But I think i'll keep my clothes on..." he blushed. He felt ashamed that he was excited. That he wanted to do this.

They moved to the bathroom, and Nick set his laptop on the counter horizontal to the shower. He positioned himself awkwardly as Charlie looked at him with hungry, lustful eyes. He felt so vulnerable with Charlie there, watching him squirm around, but he supposed they'd both seen each other in far more vulnerable positions than this.

"Get on your knees, and spread them apart. Keep those hands behind your back" Charlie ordered. Nick was quick to obey, doing exactly as he was told.

"Charlie" he breathed. He could feel his bladder pulsing against his abdomen, his thighs shaking as he shifted on his knees, "Charlie" he begged.

"Yes, darling?" He questioned. His voice was full of amusement. He was evil, "What's the matter? You can't hold on?"

Nick's face was a beautiful shade of pink. Charlie couldn't even describe how amazing he looked, flushed and desperate on his knees in the shower, his control slipping every second, "please, may I go? I have to pee so bad, Charlie."

Charlie hummed, "Well, go on then, since you've asked so nicely. Don't hold back, either" he instructed, watching intently. Nick thought it was cute how flustered Charlie looked, still not too good at keeping his cool while in charge.

That was all the permission Nick needed, really, before he was pissing hard into his jeans, a moan slipping from his lips as his bloated bladder began to deflate. He continued shifting on his knees, relieving himself as quickly as he could. Fuck, it felt so good. He barely noticed rustling coming from the laptop, he was so engrossed in his relief.

The sound of his harsh stream hitting the bathtub once he was soaked down to his knees was deafening. He was completely and utterly humiliated as he watched the yellow puddle slip down the drain.

"You're doing so well, baby. You look so beautiful, falling apart. All of this for me" Charlie spoke, his voice gentle as he praised Nick, "So, so lovely. What a show."

When Nick looked back into the camera, Charlie's heart jumped to his throat. He was just so beautiful. Chest heaving, face flushed. His hands behind his back as he sat obediently on his knees, still pissing into his jeans. He loved the way he had tears threatening to spill down his cheeks. The sight was perfect in every way.

Nick seemed to notice something as well. Charlie had thrown his pants off and now had a hand wrapped around his member. Nick finished up his relief, sighing in contentment. He relaxed for a moment, allowing his arms to fall by his side, he adjusted to sit in his puddle, listening to Charlie's next orders.

"I want you to masturbate with me. Be my filthy little slut, jacking off while sitting in a puddle of your own mess. It's pathetic, disgusting. I love it" Charlie told him. Nick felt himself growing hard at his lover's words, and stripped himself of his belt, unzipping his jeans and pulling them down just enough for his dick to spring to life out of his pants. He moaned as he felt the warm wetness dripping from his cock. He felt pre-cum seeping from the tip as he ran his hand along his shaft.

"Alright, baby" Charlie said, "I want you to show me how much you've missed me."

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It wasn't long before they both came. They got cleaned up, and the aftercare consisted of a more in depth conversation about what the fuck had just come over them.

They didn't hate it. Not one bit. Nick was 100% going to put his dick in Charlie's ass that weekend thinking about filling him up with piss. But Charlie didn't need to know that. They hadn't really anticipated doing anything kinky over the call, but Charlie decided to stay on call, having enough time to do as much as he could for aftercare. They watched an episode of a tv show, and talked about how life was going for each of them in the past few weeks.

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