"Oh my gosh!" Patton yelled, bouncing up and down in excitement(and a little bit of something else) as he slurped up some slushy from his large cup.

"What is it now?" Roman asked, a large
grin plastered on his face.

"They have a puppy petting zoo thingy! Can we go see them?!" He asked excitedly.

And how could Roman say no to that face? Or to puppies in general? So, he told him yes, and they went to go pet some puppies. Patton almost started crying when he saw a small, fluffy white pupper. It was so cute!

Nearly thirty minutes later, they were finished with the pups. They had pet all of them. All of them.

Patton had wanted to adopt one of them, though Roman was sure that Logan would chastise them for such a sparratic purchase.

So instead of feeding into a hell of a commitment of an impulse purchase, Roman told him that maybe it wasn't the best idea. Patton agreed, albeit begrudgingly, and they continued to walk around the store, checking out some items in parts of the mall, and buying a few as well.

Soon enough, Patton had finished his jumbo-slushy and threw away the cup, bouncing off of the walls from a sugar high.

"Roro! Let's go look at stUFFED ANIMALS!!" He yelled in excitement, people around them in the mall wondering what in the name of living hell these 20 year old men were doing, screaming about stuffed animals.

"Okay!" Roman chuckled, following closely behind as Patton ran full speed to go see the stuffed animals.

Roman, a few minutes later, began noticing some of Patton's body movements. He was bouncing around non-stop, and couldn't stay still, shifting from foot to foot and wriggling around as he looked at all of the animals.

"Look at how floofy this one is!" He smiled brightly, showing Roman the floof.

"Yes, it feels so soft!" Roman said, feeling the large stuffed owl, replicating Patton's excitement.

It wasn't until Patton crossing his legs when he thought Roman wasn't looking, he realized what was wrong. He initially just chalked everything up to excitement. But now, he wondered, did Patton have to pee?

He watched him a little bit closer. His ankles were crossed where he stood, his thighs clamped together so tightly, that Roman was sure that it couldn't possibly be relieving any pressure.

He wondered why Patton didn't just go use the bathroom, it wasn't far. A couple isles down at the very farthest.

He opened his mouth to say something, but then promptly closed it, smirking slightly. Oh, he felt so evil. But he wanted to see how this would..play out, if you will.

But, he didn't feel too bad. All Patton had to do was tell him he'd 'be right back!' And he could easily go and pee. So, Roman could just pretend he didn't notice.

Maybe Patton was shy about going or something? That couldn't be it. Patton was the most outgoing person Roman knew, aside from himself. He knew that outgoing people could be shy about it, but Roman had literally seen Patton piss outside before, and he didn't seem shy or embarrassed at all.

So what was it?

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Patton shifted from foot to foot. He had to pee so badly—he was clenching every muscle in his bladder so, so tightly.

Why didn't he just go pee, I hear you asking?

Well, he was having a good time with his best friend, and didn't want to waste any time! He knew that sooner or later, Roman would have to go too, so he'd wait until he went, then he'd admit to his need, too.

It made sense in his mind. But he had no clue how long that would be.

He also forgot one minor detail. Roman used the bathroom before they left, and he, well he had not.

Roman continued their shopping trip, very slowly-he seemed to be going down every isle, looking at every item, humming at items he was interested in, and glancing over ones he wasn't.

Patton noticed the pace had slowed down, and he was biting his lip, trying not to whine, or cross his legs in front of Roman.

Thirty minutes later, Patton was completely suffering. His bladder was screaming, and he felt like he could too.

Then, finally, angels practically sung as he heard Roman say, "Hey Pat, I think we have everything we need, let's go!" He said it abruptly, out of nowhere, grabbing Patton's arms, and pulling him towards the mall's stairs, running.

Patton was so shocked by the sudden movement, his hanging meat was dribbling constantly as he walked. His legs were apart as he ran to keep up with Roman, and that just put more of a toll on his bladder. Every time his feet hit the ground, his bladder pulsed like a beating heart, feeling as if it was thumping.

They got to the stairs, Patton wondering why they didn't just take the elevator. They were on the third floor, after all. And as Roman sped down the stairs, Patton tried his absolute hardest to keep up, while also not pissing himself.

He had to freeze in his spot a couple of  times, doubling over and grabbing his crotch, holding it as tightly as possible as to not leak.

He knew he had a wet patch on his pants, he didn't even have to look, he could feel it.

It took him a while to get down the stairs, and once he finally did, Roman grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the checkout counter.

Patton felt embarrassed that he'd held it this long,-and slightly impressed- and felt like everyone around him could feel the piss radiating out of his body.

Roman took his sweet, precious time scanning the items and packing them slowly. Patton took the heavy bags,-which weren't nearly as heavy as the weight of his bladder-and put them into the cart.

When Roman had finally finished, they were ready to leave.

Patton wasn't sure he would be able to actually make it home though.."uh, Ro?" He asked quietly.

Roman's eyes trailed over to Patton, who could not physically stay still, it was impossible by now.

"Are you having a sugar crash?" Roman asked, trying to hide his smirk as he played dumb. He knew exactly what the problem was. "I'll drive home, and you can take a nap, if you want. I have a few things I need to do when we get home, so let's go!"

And Patton couldn't express his need now that he knew Roman had something to do. It would just waste more time!

"Alright!" Patton smiled, his voice weak. He could barely talk, and as soon as Roman turned his back, tears pricked annoyingly at his eyes. They'd been shopping for hours. He was really regretting that huge slushy now.

Patton got into the car's passenger seat as Roman slowly packed up the trunk with the grocery items.

Patton bit back a groan, a strangled whimper coming out of his mouth instead. And Roman heard, speeding up the pace. He wanted to see how this would play out.

He hopped into the driver's seat, and turned the key, backing out of the parking lot, and driving his way home.

Their house was about fifteen minutes away. Roman grabbed a cold water bottle, which had condensation building up outside of it.

He gulped a few sips audibly, "ahh" he said, satisfied, teasing Patton a little bit.

He looked over at Patton, who was biting his lip so hard it looked like it was about to bleed, his ankles crossed, and his thighs clamped close together. He was dribbling piss almost constantly now.

A few minutes passed. They were almost home and then, oh, then, in front of them was a police car, and lines, upon lines of traffic. The traffic lights were out.

Patton let out a strangled cry, knowing they wouldn't moving for a long time.

"Ro.." Patton whispered, deathly quietly.

Roman looked over, a bit panicked himself..he realized he'd taken it too far.

Patton had his legs crossed, hands jammed between his thighs as he bounced in his seat. He was leaking now, his stream audibly hissing against his light, tan khaki's. And it was visible too, piss streaming between his now we hands, his thighs and crotch area becoming visibly soaked as piss pooled around his seat.

He gasped, clenching his legs as tightly as he could, but it was no use. Once you got a little out, it was impossible to stop. He was pissing full-force into his pants, crying from both embarrassment and pure, utter relief.

And Roman, he just watched, ashamed that he'd let it get this far.

Patton was still pissing a few minutes later, as the traffic line finally began to move. He was really regretting throwing out that slushy cup. He really could've used it then.

Roman drove, staring ahead of him, feeling extremely guilty as he glanced over, seeing Patton's puddle growing and growing, spilling over the seat and onto the carpeted car floor.

"Pat, Patton please don't cry, it's fine, the seats can be cleaned, and so can the carpet! C'mon, it's nothing to be ashamed of.." Roman comforted, trying not to look as to not embarrass Patton anymore than he already was.

His pants were completely soaked, a dark color as his pants clinged uncomfortably to his skin.

When his stream finally tampered off, his tears continued to fall, as Roman did his best to comfort him.

Patton eventually stopped crying, his face flushed a pink color

They pulled up to their house. "Hey, Pat, how about you go take a shower, and i'll clean up the mess, okay?

Patton, being too embarrassed just nodded, and wordlessly got out of the car, cringing as he got up, the pee now cold, dripping down his legs as he got out.

Roman sighed, laying his head against the wheel.

He really screwed up this time.