Untitled CrissColfer Watersports/Desperation Fill - 1/?
Written for this prompt on the Glee Kink Meme (:
It was never something he could particularly explain to anyone, which was probably the main reason no one else knew about it. But it was so real and such a part of his almost-every-day-life by now, he almost didn't give it a second thought anymore.
Because Darren had a dirty little secret, one that he'd been keeping since the early days of his high school years when he found he enjoyed it so much. The secret?
He loved to hold in his pee. All day. For as long as he possibly could.
He loved the desperate feeling it brought him. The way it would make him squirm uncontrollably as the pressure built in his abdomen. Hour by hour, his lower stomach would swell with the amount of piss his bladder was fighting to contain. He reveled in the feeling. The bloated fullness of his stomach pressed up against the waistband of his jeans. The burn of the desperate ache to let loose. The rush of relief that flooded his body when he finally did.
He figured out sometime during his sophomore year of highschool that if he drank a bottle of water before school, another during the day, and two sodas at lunch, that by the last couple hours of his school day he would be deliciously desperate for the bathroom. It made everything so much more interesting. He loved fidgeting in his seat, pressing his thighs together and hunching forward as his bladder contracted and tried to get him to let go. It was uncomfortable of course, and sometimes it even hurt, but god, it was so worth it. He loved knowing everyone could see him, and that they probably knew. It was hot, there was no denying it, and he figured out pretty quickly that it was a huge turn on for him.
After school, he would drive home, testing the speed limit as his bladder thrashed and throbbed inside of him. He would just barely make it out of his car before he started leaking, the pee forcing its way out and into his underwear. He'd pinch the tip of his cock before racing into his bathroom, unbuttoning and unzipping before whipping himself out and letting go, sighing with relief as the flood shot out of him with such a force that he had to grab onto the wall in front of him to keep from collapsing.
It wasn't until his senior year that he started testing his limits.
He'd held onto it all day like he usually did, and he was squirming and so, so desperate, but he wanted more. It wasn't enough any longer. He wanted to push himself further; see how far he could take it.
So, with as much willpower as he could muster, he hunched over, grabbed his aching cock and waddled past his bathroom once he got home, going into his room and locking the door behind him, forcing himself to wait even longer.
It wasn't long before he was so frantic with desperation that he couldn't even think straight. He was leaking, tiny bursts shooting from the head of his cock every minute or so. But still, he waited.
And waited.
And waited.
And suddenly, without warning, it was too much. The feeling overwhelmed him, a burn like never before flooded his lower belly, and he couldn't hold on a second longer if he'd tried. Before he knew it, he was completely flooding his jeans with a warm, unrelenting stream of piss.
And it was positively the hottest thing that had ever happened to him.
As soon as he was done, he stroked himself into hardness through the fabric of his jeans, though it didn't take much. He was already half hard the second the last drips of piss exited his body. And when his orgasm finally came, it was the most intense he'd ever experienced in his life.
And that's when Darren knew.
He had a kink. A kink for holding his piss and making himself desperate, a kink for wetting his pants.
He'd heard of this type of thing before, but was it normal? Would other people find it odd? Possibly. None of his friends ever talked about stuff like this, and he almost felt a little embarrassed at the thought of admitting something so private.
He decided this would be something he'd keep to himself. He'd never told anyone he liked to hold in his pee, and he wouldn't tell anyone he liked to piss his pants for the same reasons. It would be his little secret.
When he entered his college years, things weren’t exactly the same as they had been before. His classes had long breaks in between, and were an hour and fifteen minutes long at the most. It just wasn’t the same. If he held in his pee during a class, even if he was desperate, it wasn’t like holding onto it all day in high school. Because as soon as his class let out, he’d have nowhere to go but back to his room. And it was no fun holding it all alone in his dorm room.
Of course, if he didn’t have a roommate, then it would be.
It was a little disappointing, to be honest. As much as he absolutely loved college, it kind of sucked that he wasn’t able to pee himself anymore. He was constantly surrounded by people and there was no way he could get away with something like that without ending up incredibly embarrassed.
So, he dealt with it. Some days, if he had club meetings or long events to attend - or really any reason he wouldn't be able to find time for a bathroom break - he would drink in excess and make himself desperate, loving that people would ask if he was okay while he squirmed, if he needed to use the bathroom.
And he loved it even more when he got to say “Yeah, but I’m fine. I can hold it.”
And as much fun as that was, these chances were few and far between. It was nothing like it had been during highschool.
However, everything changed once he started working with the Starkids.
Starkid was everything he’d ever dreamed about. A company made with his very best friends, an outlet and a chance to show off his talent for producing, writing, and performing. He had more fun with Starkid than he’d ever had in his life with anything else, and it quickly grew to be something he was extremely passionate about.
And, as Darren so happily found after a few day-long rehearsals with little time for breaks in between, it was a great outlet for his desperation kink as well.
So things continued like that until Darren graduated. Starkid wound up blowing up with a few musicals they’d put up on YouTube, and he was shocked to find out he actually had fans. Starkid was almost famous at this point, and with the release of his EP, Darren found he’d actually put himself on the map. He was pleased that making a career out of writing and acting and singing was begining to look more and more likely.
He just needed that extra nudge to get himself off the ground.
And Glee, he found, would be that perfect nudge.
Unfortunately, things didn’t work out the way he’d planned when he first tried out. He went out for a roll and wound up not even getting a call back. He couldn’t really blame the producers. He wasn’t right for the part, it was obvious. His body type wasn’t exactly that of a quaterback’s. He was small and sort of petite, if he was being honest with himself. But that was okay, because if he’d done Glee, he’d have never done A Very Potter Musical, and that was the milestone that changed everything.
So he was thankful for it, of course. But he didn’t want to give up just yet.
And then he got the breakdown for Blaine's character, and he knew. This was a part he could play, this was the part he was perfect for.
So, with a and haircut and a shave, he auditioned for the role of Blaine.
And wound up getting the part.
For a long time, Darren’s little secret was put on the backburner. Glee was a huge, huge deal. It was a hit TV show with millions of viewers. He couldn’t be holding in his pee all day and risk breaking his concentration when he was trying to stay in character. He found that he was extra hyper and jumpy when he really had to go, and Blaine was a calm, composed guy. The complete opposite.
So, for the most part, during that first season Darren actually went to the bathroom normally, didn’t drink in excess, and never waited too long in between toilet breaks. It was boring, but - unfortunately - it was what had to be done.
However, that didn’t mean that, every once in a (very long) while, he didn’t have an extra cup of coffee and forgo a lunchtime bathroom trip.
Because really, rewatching a scene that he shot with the knowledge that he had a full to bursting bladder the entire time was incredibly, incredibly hot.
It was never something he could particularly explain to anyone, which was probably the main reason no one else knew about it. But it was so real and such a part of his almost-every-day-life by now, he almost didn't give it a second thought anymore.
Because Darren had a dirty little secret, one that he'd been keeping since the early days of his high school years when he found he enjoyed it so much. The secret?
He loved to hold in his pee. All day. For as long as he possibly could.
He loved the desperate feeling it brought him. The way it would make him squirm uncontrollably as the pressure built in his abdomen. Hour by hour, his lower stomach would swell with the amount of piss his bladder was fighting to contain. He reveled in the feeling. The bloated fullness of his stomach pressed up against the waistband of his jeans. The burn of the desperate ache to let loose. The rush of relief that flooded his body when he finally did.
He figured out sometime during his sophomore year of highschool that if he drank a bottle of water before school, another during the day, and two sodas at lunch, that by the last couple hours of his school day he would be deliciously desperate for the bathroom. It made everything so much more interesting. He loved fidgeting in his seat, pressing his thighs together and hunching forward as his bladder contracted and tried to get him to let go. It was uncomfortable of course, and sometimes it even hurt, but god, it was so worth it. He loved knowing everyone could see him, and that they probably knew. It was hot, there was no denying it, and he figured out pretty quickly that it was a huge turn on for him.
After school, he would drive home, testing the speed limit as his bladder thrashed and throbbed inside of him. He would just barely make it out of his car before he started leaking, the pee forcing its way out and into his underwear. He'd pinch the tip of his cock before racing into his bathroom, unbuttoning and unzipping before whipping himself out and letting go, sighing with relief as the flood shot out of him with such a force that he had to grab onto the wall in front of him to keep from collapsing.
It wasn't until his senior year that he started testing his limits.
He'd held onto it all day like he usually did, and he was squirming and so, so desperate, but he wanted more. It wasn't enough any longer. He wanted to push himself further; see how far he could take it.
So, with as much willpower as he could muster, he hunched over, grabbed his aching cock and waddled past his bathroom once he got home, going into his room and locking the door behind him, forcing himself to wait even longer.
It wasn't long before he was so frantic with desperation that he couldn't even think straight. He was leaking, tiny bursts shooting from the head of his cock every minute or so. But still, he waited.
And waited.
And waited.
And suddenly, without warning, it was too much. The feeling overwhelmed him, a burn like never before flooded his lower belly, and he couldn't hold on a second longer if he'd tried. Before he knew it, he was completely flooding his jeans with a warm, unrelenting stream of piss.
And it was positively the hottest thing that had ever happened to him.
As soon as he was done, he stroked himself into hardness through the fabric of his jeans, though it didn't take much. He was already half hard the second the last drips of piss exited his body. And when his orgasm finally came, it was the most intense he'd ever experienced in his life.
And that's when Darren knew.
He had a kink. A kink for holding his piss and making himself desperate, a kink for wetting his pants.
He'd heard of this type of thing before, but was it normal? Would other people find it odd? Possibly. None of his friends ever talked about stuff like this, and he almost felt a little embarrassed at the thought of admitting something so private.
He decided this would be something he'd keep to himself. He'd never told anyone he liked to hold in his pee, and he wouldn't tell anyone he liked to piss his pants for the same reasons. It would be his little secret.
When he entered his college years, things weren’t exactly the same as they had been before. His classes had long breaks in between, and were an hour and fifteen minutes long at the most. It just wasn’t the same. If he held in his pee during a class, even if he was desperate, it wasn’t like holding onto it all day in high school. Because as soon as his class let out, he’d have nowhere to go but back to his room. And it was no fun holding it all alone in his dorm room.
Of course, if he didn’t have a roommate, then it would be.
It was a little disappointing, to be honest. As much as he absolutely loved college, it kind of sucked that he wasn’t able to pee himself anymore. He was constantly surrounded by people and there was no way he could get away with something like that without ending up incredibly embarrassed.
So, he dealt with it. Some days, if he had club meetings or long events to attend - or really any reason he wouldn't be able to find time for a bathroom break - he would drink in excess and make himself desperate, loving that people would ask if he was okay while he squirmed, if he needed to use the bathroom.
And he loved it even more when he got to say “Yeah, but I’m fine. I can hold it.”
And as much fun as that was, these chances were few and far between. It was nothing like it had been during highschool.
However, everything changed once he started working with the Starkids.
Starkid was everything he’d ever dreamed about. A company made with his very best friends, an outlet and a chance to show off his talent for producing, writing, and performing. He had more fun with Starkid than he’d ever had in his life with anything else, and it quickly grew to be something he was extremely passionate about.
And, as Darren so happily found after a few day-long rehearsals with little time for breaks in between, it was a great outlet for his desperation kink as well.
So things continued like that until Darren graduated. Starkid wound up blowing up with a few musicals they’d put up on YouTube, and he was shocked to find out he actually had fans. Starkid was almost famous at this point, and with the release of his EP, Darren found he’d actually put himself on the map. He was pleased that making a career out of writing and acting and singing was begining to look more and more likely.
He just needed that extra nudge to get himself off the ground.
And Glee, he found, would be that perfect nudge.
Unfortunately, things didn’t work out the way he’d planned when he first tried out. He went out for a roll and wound up not even getting a call back. He couldn’t really blame the producers. He wasn’t right for the part, it was obvious. His body type wasn’t exactly that of a quaterback’s. He was small and sort of petite, if he was being honest with himself. But that was okay, because if he’d done Glee, he’d have never done A Very Potter Musical, and that was the milestone that changed everything.
So he was thankful for it, of course. But he didn’t want to give up just yet.
And then he got the breakdown for Blaine's character, and he knew. This was a part he could play, this was the part he was perfect for.
So, with a and haircut and a shave, he auditioned for the role of Blaine.
And wound up getting the part.
For a long time, Darren’s little secret was put on the backburner. Glee was a huge, huge deal. It was a hit TV show with millions of viewers. He couldn’t be holding in his pee all day and risk breaking his concentration when he was trying to stay in character. He found that he was extra hyper and jumpy when he really had to go, and Blaine was a calm, composed guy. The complete opposite.
So, for the most part, during that first season Darren actually went to the bathroom normally, didn’t drink in excess, and never waited too long in between toilet breaks. It was boring, but - unfortunately - it was what had to be done.
However, that didn’t mean that, every once in a (very long) while, he didn’t have an extra cup of coffee and forgo a lunchtime bathroom trip.
Because really, rewatching a scene that he shot with the knowledge that he had a full to bursting bladder the entire time was incredibly, incredibly hot.