Smosh Fanfic: Obstacles, Part 3
WARNING: This fic contains omorashi and slight urophilia. You have been warned~
A/N: Finally finished! Sorry it took so long, I was busy writing some fanfic for my other account, pshh. :P
“I can hold it, fuck, I can hold it, I can - oh!” Ian let out a gasp, squeezing his crotch tighter with both hands. Anthony blushed, hoping that Ian wouldn’t notice the bulge that was growing in his own pants every time Ian almost lost it like that. He was trying not to look at Ian’s crotch, but he knew that there was a wet spot there; he’d seen it when Ian had removed his hands for a second to shift his position on the floor a few minutes ago. Anthony was almost positive that Ian had accidentally released a few more trickles of urine since then, and the thought was driving him crazy, filling his head with all sorts of obscene fantasies. It was getting harder and harder to convince Ian that he could hold it, when that was really the opposite of what he really wanted.
“How long has it been?” Ian groaned, leaning his head back against the wall. Anthony checked his phone.
“Thirty-five minutes,” he said softly.
“They said thirty minutes,” Ian muttered. “We’re never going to get out of here. Fuck.”
“I’m sure they’ll get us out of here soon,” Anthony said, squeezing Ian’s shoulder sympathetically. Despite how incredibly turned on he was by Ian’s desperation, he didn’t want Ian to be humiliated.
“They’d better, or else I’ll - oh! Oh fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.”
Anthony couldn’t help but look this time; the wet spot on the front of Ian’s jeans had grown to nearly the size of a baseball. Anthony wanted nothing more than to reach out and cup Ian’s crotch in his palm, to feel the wetness there, and - fuck, what was wrong with him? He shouldn’t be having thoughts like that, not while Ian was so distressed.
“Are you okay?” he asked guiltily.
Ian nodded, clenching his jaw. “I just want to piss,” he murmured. “I just want to fucking piss, is that too much to ask?” He moaned softly, adjusting his position and shoving both hands between his legs again.
He looked so gorgeous, squirming and groaning like that; Anthony couldn't resist. He grabbed Ian around the waist and pulled him into his lap, so that he was straddling Anthony's thighs. Ian tried to pull away, but Anthony held him tight.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Ian cried, alarmed. "Anthony, I swear to God, I'm going to piss on you, let me go!"
"I don't care," Anthony replied. "It'll be easier this way. Less mess in the elevator."
Ian shook his head frantically. "I can't, I can't, just let me go, I -"
Suddenly, the elevator lurched upward. Ian gasped loudly, and Anthony felt a small gush of wetness on his thighs. He had to bite back a moan. For a second he was sure that Ian was going to lose it right there on his lap; the thought was so arousing that he half-wished it would happen.
But Ian managed to stop the flow, grabbing his darkening crotch tightly.
"Fuck, thank God we're moving," he groaned, struggling to his feet. Anthony was amazed that he hadn't just let go yet.
The elevator reached their floor and stopped with a jolt. Ian whimpered slightly as a thin line of wetness appeared on the left leg of his jeans.
"Come on, it's just down the hall," Anthony said encouragingly as the elevator doors opened.
Ian nodded. "Let's hurry, okay?"
They rushed down the hall to the doorway of their room. Anthony fumbled with the key card, unlocking the door and rushing inside. He heard the door slam shut behind him as Ian entered. Suddenly there was a gasp from behind him.
“Fuck, Anthony, I’m gonna piss myself!”
Anthony spun around. Ian was frozen in place on the tile floor of the room’s entryway, a desperate look in his eyes.
"Ian, come on, you're almost there," Anthony urged, but he knew that it was too late; Ian was pissing himself for real, pissing a stream onto the floor beneath him through his already-wet jeans.
"I... I can't," Ian moaned. "I can't stop it, Anthony, I can't."
Anthony's heart swelled with affection. Ian looked so helpless, so panicked.
"Just go, then," Anthony said softly.
Ian looked him in the eyes and nodded. Then he closed his eyes and relaxed his body.
It was like a dam had burst inside of him. Anthony's jaw dropped open as a torrent of liquid poured out through Ian's jeans with an audible hissing sound, soaking his shoes as a puddle spread over the tile floor of the entryway. The moan of relief that escaped from Ian's mouth was the hottest sound Anthony had ever heard. He felt his cock twitching excitedly.
Ian had completely soaked his jeans, but he still wasn’t done. His legs seemed to give out, and he fell to his knees, landing heavily in the puddle he’d created. He spread his legs apart, moaning heavily as more urine continued to pool between them. Anthony watched in shocked arousal; he’d never seen someone piss for that long before. He could hardly believe that Ian’s bladder had held all that liquid.
By the time he was finished, his entire body was shaking. He looked down at his wet jeans, then up at Anthony, a deep blush spreading across his face.
“I’m so s-“
Anthony didn’t even let him finish apologizing. He dropped the floor in front of Ian, ignoring the fluids that immediately soaked through the knees of his jeans, and kissed him passionately.
After a few seconds he pulled away, resting his forehead against Ian’s.
“Don’t be sorry,” he whispered.
“Um,” Ian said, staring at him. “What?”
Anthony blushed. “I, uh… I thought it was… well…” He shook his head, grabbing Ian’s hand and moving it to his crotch. Ian’s eyes widened as he felt the bulge there.
“You’re hard,” he said blankly.
Anthony nodded, an embarrassed grin beginning to appear on his face.
Ian burst out laughing. "Oh God, you would be turned on by me pissing myself like a complete idiot."
Anthony shrugged, laughing along with him. He pulled Ian in for another kiss.
When they pulled away, Ian glanced down and wrinkled his nose. “Okay, as much as I love sitting here in this puddle, these wet jeans are starting to get uncomfortable. How about we take a shower?”
Anthony smiled. “That sounds great.”
Ian struggled to his feet, helping Anthony up as well. As Ian approached the bathroom door, he glanced over his shoulder with a teasing smirk and wiggled his ass. It was surprisingly seductive for someone who was still wearing urine-soaked jeans.
“You know,” he murmured, “it’s a pretty big shower. Lots of room for shower sex.”
Anthony grinned, wrapping his arms around Ian’s waist from behind and kissing his neck.
“I can hardly wait.”
A/N: Finally finished! Sorry it took so long, I was busy writing some fanfic for my other account, pshh. :P
“I can hold it, fuck, I can hold it, I can - oh!” Ian let out a gasp, squeezing his crotch tighter with both hands. Anthony blushed, hoping that Ian wouldn’t notice the bulge that was growing in his own pants every time Ian almost lost it like that. He was trying not to look at Ian’s crotch, but he knew that there was a wet spot there; he’d seen it when Ian had removed his hands for a second to shift his position on the floor a few minutes ago. Anthony was almost positive that Ian had accidentally released a few more trickles of urine since then, and the thought was driving him crazy, filling his head with all sorts of obscene fantasies. It was getting harder and harder to convince Ian that he could hold it, when that was really the opposite of what he really wanted.
“How long has it been?” Ian groaned, leaning his head back against the wall. Anthony checked his phone.
“Thirty-five minutes,” he said softly.
“They said thirty minutes,” Ian muttered. “We’re never going to get out of here. Fuck.”
“I’m sure they’ll get us out of here soon,” Anthony said, squeezing Ian’s shoulder sympathetically. Despite how incredibly turned on he was by Ian’s desperation, he didn’t want Ian to be humiliated.
“They’d better, or else I’ll - oh! Oh fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.”
Anthony couldn’t help but look this time; the wet spot on the front of Ian’s jeans had grown to nearly the size of a baseball. Anthony wanted nothing more than to reach out and cup Ian’s crotch in his palm, to feel the wetness there, and - fuck, what was wrong with him? He shouldn’t be having thoughts like that, not while Ian was so distressed.
“Are you okay?” he asked guiltily.
Ian nodded, clenching his jaw. “I just want to piss,” he murmured. “I just want to fucking piss, is that too much to ask?” He moaned softly, adjusting his position and shoving both hands between his legs again.
He looked so gorgeous, squirming and groaning like that; Anthony couldn't resist. He grabbed Ian around the waist and pulled him into his lap, so that he was straddling Anthony's thighs. Ian tried to pull away, but Anthony held him tight.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Ian cried, alarmed. "Anthony, I swear to God, I'm going to piss on you, let me go!"
"I don't care," Anthony replied. "It'll be easier this way. Less mess in the elevator."
Ian shook his head frantically. "I can't, I can't, just let me go, I -"
Suddenly, the elevator lurched upward. Ian gasped loudly, and Anthony felt a small gush of wetness on his thighs. He had to bite back a moan. For a second he was sure that Ian was going to lose it right there on his lap; the thought was so arousing that he half-wished it would happen.
But Ian managed to stop the flow, grabbing his darkening crotch tightly.
"Fuck, thank God we're moving," he groaned, struggling to his feet. Anthony was amazed that he hadn't just let go yet.
The elevator reached their floor and stopped with a jolt. Ian whimpered slightly as a thin line of wetness appeared on the left leg of his jeans.
"Come on, it's just down the hall," Anthony said encouragingly as the elevator doors opened.
Ian nodded. "Let's hurry, okay?"
They rushed down the hall to the doorway of their room. Anthony fumbled with the key card, unlocking the door and rushing inside. He heard the door slam shut behind him as Ian entered. Suddenly there was a gasp from behind him.
“Fuck, Anthony, I’m gonna piss myself!”
Anthony spun around. Ian was frozen in place on the tile floor of the room’s entryway, a desperate look in his eyes.
"Ian, come on, you're almost there," Anthony urged, but he knew that it was too late; Ian was pissing himself for real, pissing a stream onto the floor beneath him through his already-wet jeans.
"I... I can't," Ian moaned. "I can't stop it, Anthony, I can't."
Anthony's heart swelled with affection. Ian looked so helpless, so panicked.
"Just go, then," Anthony said softly.
Ian looked him in the eyes and nodded. Then he closed his eyes and relaxed his body.
It was like a dam had burst inside of him. Anthony's jaw dropped open as a torrent of liquid poured out through Ian's jeans with an audible hissing sound, soaking his shoes as a puddle spread over the tile floor of the entryway. The moan of relief that escaped from Ian's mouth was the hottest sound Anthony had ever heard. He felt his cock twitching excitedly.
Ian had completely soaked his jeans, but he still wasn’t done. His legs seemed to give out, and he fell to his knees, landing heavily in the puddle he’d created. He spread his legs apart, moaning heavily as more urine continued to pool between them. Anthony watched in shocked arousal; he’d never seen someone piss for that long before. He could hardly believe that Ian’s bladder had held all that liquid.
By the time he was finished, his entire body was shaking. He looked down at his wet jeans, then up at Anthony, a deep blush spreading across his face.
“I’m so s-“
Anthony didn’t even let him finish apologizing. He dropped the floor in front of Ian, ignoring the fluids that immediately soaked through the knees of his jeans, and kissed him passionately.
After a few seconds he pulled away, resting his forehead against Ian’s.
“Don’t be sorry,” he whispered.
“Um,” Ian said, staring at him. “What?”
Anthony blushed. “I, uh… I thought it was… well…” He shook his head, grabbing Ian’s hand and moving it to his crotch. Ian’s eyes widened as he felt the bulge there.
“You’re hard,” he said blankly.
Anthony nodded, an embarrassed grin beginning to appear on his face.
Ian burst out laughing. "Oh God, you would be turned on by me pissing myself like a complete idiot."
Anthony shrugged, laughing along with him. He pulled Ian in for another kiss.
When they pulled away, Ian glanced down and wrinkled his nose. “Okay, as much as I love sitting here in this puddle, these wet jeans are starting to get uncomfortable. How about we take a shower?”
Anthony smiled. “That sounds great.”
Ian struggled to his feet, helping Anthony up as well. As Ian approached the bathroom door, he glanced over his shoulder with a teasing smirk and wiggled his ass. It was surprisingly seductive for someone who was still wearing urine-soaked jeans.
“You know,” he murmured, “it’s a pretty big shower. Lots of room for shower sex.”
Anthony grinned, wrapping his arms around Ian’s waist from behind and kissing his neck.
“I can hardly wait.”