Just an hour later, the traffic finally let up, and they were on their way to the hotel. It was a long ways away, and Virgil was excited to sleep in the car. He had his blankie and his pillow at the ready. There was something concerning him, though—and that something was the complete lack of the urge to pee. It had been two water bottles and an hour, but he didn't have to go at all. His bladder was still sore and burning, though. Something must've been wrong.

Well, there was no chance in hell that he was going to pee in a bottle again, so maybe this was a good thing. He could wait until they stopped somewhere.

"I'm sure there are much closer hotels nearby. If you guys would like, we can find one? Camp out there for the night and begin driving again tomorrow?" Logan questioned.

"I think you'd rather drive at nighttime, Lo. Y'know, when the sun isn't out. And hey, if you get tired, I can just drive for you" Patton offered, "I mixed a monster and a red bull with a McDonald's black coffee earlier, so I am pumped up and ready to go!"

"Patton!" Logan chastised, "first of all, that's super unhealthy, and second of all, you're going to have to pee every ten minutes!"

"I always have to pee every ten minutes!" Patton argued.

Virgil snorted, "truth."

Logan shook his head and sighed, "Where should we go for dinner? I was thinking a drive thru of some sort-"

"CHICK-FIL-A!" Patton and Virgil yelled at the exact same time.

"Wh—I—" Logan stuttered at the ferocity in which the word Chick-fil-a was just thrown at him, "okay" he sighed in defeat, "any particular reason?"

"Even though they're homophobic, their food is good. People need to learn how to separate the art from the artist" Virgil said.

"Since when is Chick-fil-a homophobic?" Logan questioned.

"Virgil, we're old. We don't do twitter" Patton chuckled, before clapping his hands together and squealing, "I love CHICKEN!!!!!"

"I'm in love with a child" Logan muttered, before laughing as Patton smacked his shoulder playfully.

"We'll probably have to go inside so that Virge can have a potty break" Patton teased.

Virgil glared at his father, "I can go inside by myself!"

Patton raised an eyebrow, opening his mouth to tell an embarrassing story. Virgil quickly shut him Up, "Okay, okay fine, point taken, you can come too!"

"Patton, you probably should take advantage of the opportunity as well. There won't be anymore stops for quite some time, everything is closing and there aren't many buildings around here anyways. I'll stop the car to let you two out at the entrance, and then i'll go around the drive thru to order for us" Logan explained.

"Okay, Logie! Thank you!" Patton smiled, "here, i'll write down my order in your notes app. Virgil, what do you want?"

"Just give me the unhealthiest thing on the menu, I need to clog my arteries" Virgil joked.

"Noted" Patton chuckled, "what do you want to drink?"

Virgil cringed a little at the thought of drinking soda. That would surely irritate his bladder, "oh, uh, i'm all good. We have waters back here."

Patton raised an eyebrow in suspicion, turning back to look at Virgil, "who are you, and what have you done with my son?"

Logan rolled his eyes, "Drama king."

"What?! I am not!" Patton cried, "Virgil never passes up an opportunity to damage his internal organs with the death syrup that is fast food soda!"

"Dad, chill out" Virgil said, "i'm fine."

"Young man, if i've learned anything from tiktok, it's that whenever your generation says 'i'm fine' you're all one step away from having a mental breakdown" Patton said seriously.

Virgil scoffed, "Dad, I—wh—well, that's true, but i'm being for real right now!"

"Okay then. If you say so" Slowly, Patton turned back around in his seat, giving his son a pointed look as he did so.

Virgil, knowing that they were going to stop soon for a bathroom break, was happy to crack open another water bottle and chug it down. Hopefully, when he peed in the next thirty minutes it wouldn't hurt so badly.

Patton was clearly starting to get worried about him because of all the water he'd been drinking. Even more worrying was that he noticed his son genuinely didn't look like he needed to pee. Which, admittedly, wasn't too unusual since the sensory signals in his bladder were pretty weak. It never ended well though.

"Kiddo, do you need us to make a stop somewhere before Chick-Fil-A?" Patton questioned worriedly, "you've just...well, i've noticed that you've been drinking a lot lately, and it's been an hour since you last went."

"Dad, if you embarrass me in front of Logan one more time I will throw myself out of this car. And if that doesn't kill me, i'll jump out into the street" Virgil said plainly.

"Virgil, kiddo, i'm not trying to do that, I just don't think your body is recognizing that you have to go" Patton told him.

Virgil folded his arms and huffed. He was uncomfortable, in pain, and agitated, sure, but he didn't want to blow up on his dad or say something he'd regret just because he was concerned. He looked out of his window, calming himself by watching the trees as they moved past, "thanks. But, i'm fine" he said tightly. He really hoped his dad would drop it. He didn't want to have to focus on a conversation while it felt like there were fire ants inside of him.

And drop it Patton did. He turned back in his seat wordlessly, and Virgil was thankful for the silence. He allowed himself to breathe in and out through his nose. There was tension stirring in his bladder, an uncomfortable pressure that didn't feel like pee, but a throbbing ache.

He closed his eyes, content to open another bottle of water and take slow sips as he waited for them to arrive at Chick-Fil-A.

Once they got there, Virgil was out of the car before Logan had even fully stopped, Patton shouted in protest, quick to run after him. But Virgil didn't care, he needed to hurry up and pee so his bladder would stop hurting.

Once he got inside of the bathroom, he had just enough time to get into a stall and lock it before his dad was in there as well, lingering by the stall, "Virgil, baby, i'm so sorry if I embarrassed you, it wasn't my intentions, sweet pea. I just wanted you to know that—that even if our scheduled stop is only fifteen minutes away, we'll pull over somewhere sooner for you."

"D-dad" Virgil said from inside the stall, his legs shaking as he aimed over the toilet. He was bracing himself, unsure if he was going to feel liquid fire or relief, "i'm not mad at you, I just—mmmph, we can talk after, okay? I gotta go."

Patton didn't say another word, figuring that his son's bladder was being shy. He went to go relieve himself of his own business, and as soon as he began to go, Virgil did too.

But his son only peed for half the amount of time he did. And that was strange.

"Virgil?" Patton questioned once he'd finished, "you good in there, kiddo?"

From inside the stall, Virgil had let go a little bit of his stream, but had to force himself to stop. The pain he felt while releasing was excruciating, and now that he had let out a little bit, all of the water bottles he had drank began to hit him full force. He let out a hiss and a shaking sigh as his bladder began to give out and produce a weak stream. He had to cut it off again because of how much it hurt, "i'm fine, dad."

"Okay then! Well, come on we don't have forever!" Patton joked. He waited a few seconds when he was met with silence, before speaking up again, "kiddo?"

"I—I'm not done. I'm still...still trying to go" Virgil said, whimpering. He gasped and let out a choked sob when his bladder gave out and he couldn't stop it anymore. It felt like he was pissing out gasoline, and it went on for a long time because his stream was so thin, "it—it h-h-hurts" he whimpered, "it hurts so bad."

"Kiddo, what do you mean by it hurts?" Patton asked, quickly getting worried for his son.

"UTI" Virgil mumbled, "b-burning. Pain. Achy."

"Oh...oh, kiddo" Patton whispered, "i'm so sorry this happened. Especially so early in the trip..."

Virgil didn't really say anything to that, just finishing up his pee and putting himself away. He walked very slowly out of the stall, hunched over to relieve some aching. Patton gave him a hug, "let's get back in the car, okay? Drink some more water, eat your food and then try to get some sleep, alright?"

Virgil nodded in agreement, and they made their way back to the car.

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Virgil was thankful that when they got back into the car, his dad didn't tell Logan about his bladder infection. He figured he was waiting for Virgil to fall asleep to spare him the embarrassment of it, which he was quite grateful for. He was handed his food, and cracked open another water bottle so that he could hydrate himself.

He opened his phone to check the group chat. It had been pretty active, but died a couple minutes ago. After skimming it over to catch up, he began typing.

Virgil: Ya'll hoes awake?

Remus: Always babe🥰

Virgil: Awe, pookie bear...not in the gc, you'll make Janny all Jealous~

Roman: I just fvuxking threw up

Janus: 💀I wont be jealous as long as I get some sugar too

Virgil: ok bb c'mere

Roman: Why do you have to do this???

Janus: bc it makes u uncomfortable obvi

Remus: and bc it makes you jealous

Virgil: what

Remus: what

Virgil smirked a little bit, and continued to text his friends until his eyes started to feel droopy. He placed his headphones over his ears, laid down on his pillow, and allowed himself to fall asleep.

"Logan" Patton said quietly after Virgil fell asleep, "he's out."

"Lightweight" Logan joked.

Patton giggled, "well, he isn't feeling very well at the moment."

Logan raised a brow, "oh?"

Patton sighed, "yeah. He got himself a UTI."

Logan cringed, "ooh, that's no fun."

"Yeah. Poor kiddo" Patton sighed, "just wanted to give you a heads up. If he seems quiet or grumpy, it's not you, he's just irritated because of the pain and stuff."

Logan nodded, "yeah, of course."

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Logan made a mistake. A huge mistake. A mistake that he knew was going to come back to bite him, but he thought it would be okay. He hadn't used the bathroom at Chick-Fil-A, even though he knew there wouldn't be anymore opportunities to stop. They'd left two hours ago, and Logan couldn't even remember when the last time he went was. Probably at the museum, and all the sodas and water he'd had that day were settling uncomfortably in his bladder.

It wouldn't have been such a problem if he wasn't driving. He had to focus on the road, and his legs had to be apart for driving. He wanted nothing more than to squeeze his thighs together and bury his hands between his legs. But he couldn't do that, and he couldn't stop, they were in some pretty heavy traffic on a long stretch of the interstate, and the speed limit was 80mph, so he was going pretty fast to keep up the speed of traffic.

He needed to say it out loud, if anything, just to be able to share the grief with Patton.

He took in a steady breath as he felt himself leak, "Oh my god."

"What's wrong?" Patton asked immediately, his voice brimming with concern. He looked around them. Traffic was actually going quite smoothly, and at the late hour there were barely any cars around. So it must have been a problem with Logan.

"I have to pee. Like. Super bad" Logan cringed as the words came out of his mouth.

"Oh" Patton said quietly, frowning, "Logie! How irresponsible of you to not go when you had the chance" he teased, shaking his head back and forth and clicking his tongue.

"Pat, this isn't funny" Logan half whined, "it's bad."

Patton could tell that Logan was being serious. He nodded quickly and apologized for joking, "It'll be okay, baby" he rested a hand on Logan's thigh, "you'll make it."

Logan nodded, though he doubted that was the truth, "yeah. Yeah, you're right."

...Yeah, after thirty more minutes, Logan was able to conclude that Patton was not right. He could barely sit still, and he was extremely uncomfortable. He wasn't sure he had ever felt such a strong urge. He hadn't went in several hours, and he did drink two water bottles so that Patton could pee in them—oh, also the soda from Chick-Fil-A. Not to mention his prior drinks.

Usually when he had to go, he went right away, so having to hold it was pretty new for him, and his bladder was confused. He sighed harshly as another pang stabbed him, "Patton, I don't think i'll be able to hold it much longer" Logan admitted. He had a white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel, and his face was flushed. Silence followed his statement, and he refused to chance a look at Patton.

His boyfriend placed a comforting hand on his knee, and Logan relaxed a little, content to hold on as long as he could with Patton's support. If he wet himself, it wouldn't be the worst thing ever— he was with Patton and Virgil, and they had very frequent accidents. They wouldn't make fun of him for it or anything, but he had to admit that it was still embarrassing, and everything in his body told him that it was wrong.

"Do you want to pull over?" He heard Patton ask quietly. As bad as it sounded, Patton kind of hoped Logan wouldn't. Watching him like this, slowly falling apart and loosing his composure—it was hot.

Logan chuckled lightly, "nowhere to pull off" he said, "aside from that—there aren't any trees, and it stays like that for miles. We're in an open field now."

Patton began to think. As hot as it was to hear him whimper and groan to himself, he could tell by the emotion in Logan's voice that he was really uncomfortable, and didn't want to wet himself, "well—can I at least drive? So that you can focus on holding yourself?"

Logan shook his head, "ditches on both sides—I like, actually can't pull over."

"Oh" Patton mumbled, going quiet. He didn't want to keep talking and get Logan irritated.

Logan continued to drive in the silence, writhing against his seat. After a couple more minutes, he heard Patton gasp lightly, and then heard him begin rustling in his bag, "Patton? What are you up to?" Logan asked with a shaking voice. He was so close to losing it.

"Got it!" Patton chirped, keeping his voice quiet as he pulled out a couple of empty water bottles.

"What are you going to do with those? I can't pee in them and drive at the same time. I'm pretty sure I could get a ticket for that" Logan told him, looking back to the road. He didn't want to look at the bottles. They were so close, his chance at relief—but he couldn't use them.

"Logie, I know you won't like the idea" Patton warned, "but i've been thinking for a little, and..." he bit his lip, unsure if he should say it or not.

"Patton?" Logan asked, worried for what was about to come out of his boyfriend's mouth.

Patton continued, "What if... if I aimed for you?" He asked cautiously.

The silence that followed was loud. Logan's face heated up, and his head snapped over.

"Patton."

"Logan, come on you're desperate, and if we don't—"

"No. Absolutely not. We could get into serious trouble for that! Do you know how illegal—and with a minor in the car?" He hissed. He had to admit, he was pretty desperate—he wasn't too opposed to the idea since Virgil wouldn't even have to know it happened, but it still felt wrong, and if they were caught they could get into trouble.

"Well, it just so happens that the minor is asleep! If we're quick and quiet about this, it'll be fine, Lo! Virgil wouldn't wake up if a plane crashed next to us, trust me, once he's out you can't get him back up. It's late, there are barely any other cars around, and no cops in sight! Please? I hate to see you so uncomfy" Patton told him with puppy dog eyes, and yes, he was doing this for Logan, and definitely not because it would be so smokin' hot to hold his dick for him while a heavy stream of hot, gushing piss shot out of him.

Logan glanced into the rear view mirror to get a look at Virgil. His eyes were closed, and his body was limp against his chair, his cheek lying on his seatbelt, curled up with his pillow inside his arms. He was out.

Logan breathed through his nose, contemplating the situation for a few moments. The silence was tense, until he sighed, "fine. Okay, let's do it."

Patton nodded, "just—just focus on driving, alright? Relax, don't think about it too much."

"Alright," Logan whispered, paranoid that Virgil was going to wake up.

Patton reached over to Logan's lap and began to unzip his jeans. Both of them were flushed, faces dusted pink. Taking in a hitched breath, Logan urged Patton's frozen hands to continue. Patton reached his fingers inside of Logan's pants and pulled the band of his damp boxers down until he felt his dick spring up against his hand.

"Someone's excited" Patton mumbled, giggling when Logan lightly slapped him over the head and shushed him, "sorry. Sorry sorry."

He fished Logan's member out through his now unzipped pants. He held it as he gathered up the two bottles. He kept one within reach, just in case, as he positioned the other one and aimed Logan.

"Okay" Patton said, "bottle is secure. All aimed up, shoot it, baby."

"I can't. I'm hard" Logan whimpered.

Oh, shit, that was bad.

"Pretend i'm a woman!" Patton hissed.

"That's not how it works!" Logan told him, groaning.

"Well, we are definitely not getting you off with Virgil in the car—"

"Obviously!" Logan said, "just give me a second."

It took a little longer than a second, but Logan's erection dissipated enough for him to begin peeing. He took in a breath, focusing his eyes on the road. Maybe if he pretended this wasn't happening, it would be okay.

"I'll keep an eye on Virgil" Patton soothed gently, placing a hand on Logan's thigh, who cringed because oh wow, okay, not helping with the erection. Logan nodded, though knew it wouldn't be any good. If Virgil woke up, Logan wouldn't be able to just stop.

"Are you pee shy?" Patton teased after nothing happened.

"No!" Logan hissed.

"First Virgil gets a UTI and now you're pee shy? Are we ever going to catch a break?" Patton asked, shaking his head.

"Don't remind me of that" Logan groaned, "you guys keep me on the edge of my seat for no reason. How are we even going to function if Virgil has a bladder infection?"

"Well, we're going to have to find a way to function in prison if we don't get this over with, so just start peeing already!" Patton whisper-yelled.

"Okay" Logan said, relaxing the muscles in his abdomen. He let out a breath through his nose, cringing when he heard his piss hitting hard against the plastic of the water bottle. He let out a shaky breath as his stream picked up strength and the bottle began to fill rapidly. The relief was so good that Logan couldn't stop the involuntary moan that left his throat. Patton didn't say anything right then, but he was sure to bully him for it later.

The heaviness in his bladder dissipated and eventually, all that was left in him was a few more spurts and dribbles.

To add insult to injury, Patton shook him off and put him back away. Logan had never been more humiliated in his entire life as Patton silently reached into his bag to get hand sanitizer. Did that really just happen?

"So..." Patton finally spoke up? "How about that moan?" he joked.

Logan's face flushed red as he yelled his boyfriend's name.