All Time Low receives some time off after touring with Simple Plan on their 2016 Canadian leg off the tour. His father didn't know about Damien. He didn't even know Sol was gay (lest he kill Sol for being such an abomination). And now? He knew his father was going to stand there and interrogate him, and Sol wasn't sure he could hold in his pee to that point. He wasn't even sure he could survive the whole situation. Helpless and lost, his eyes blurred as his crying got louder, both his hands squeezing to hold in his painfully full bladder. Oh, P.S...Alex is pee-shy…hm hm hm ;) ;) ;) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5leYn4958ec Language: English Words: 1,686 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 1 Kudos: 16 Hits: 2,016 It was like any ordinary Sunday. He got up, did his morning routine, and found himself sitting at his desk in front of his computer. The only difference about this Sunday in particular was that Billy had done all his chores the night before. That, and the fact that he purposely skipped one step in his morning routine—one that he was already beginning to feel the effects of as he listened to the dial up sounds pair with his loudly brewing coffee, slowly dripping into the pot. No," Sol whimpered; his whole body was curled against the seat, and he moved to sit so his heel pressed against his crotch, trying to shove all of his pee into his bloated bladder.

Sorry, mate, how much longer will you be?" There was a definite pleading tone to his voice, but he didn't care about that either. He just needed to pee. There was no answer from inside the toilet. He stopped a stewardess on the way by. Niall frowned. “I need you for the rest of this mission. It’s not like I don’t have to go too.” Language: English Words: 31,264 Chapters: 10/10 Comments: 31 Kudos: 332 Bookmarks: 16 Hits: 58,509 You were supposed to be careful, Sol grinded his hands into his crotch harder; almost painfully harshly, as if he was punishing himself. How could you be so stupid and let this happen? He gave a longing glance at the toilets as he rushed past. But that would just have to wait a little longer. There were bound to be toilets on the plane. Unlike the damn train, which much to his horror, hadn't featured any such facilities. The slow jog he had fallen into to reach his destination in time, did nothing to improve his mood or his condition. He felt like he might loose it at any moment. Language: English Words: 69,148 Chapters: 99/100 Comments: 192 Kudos: 750 Bookmarks: 36 Hits: 38,759

When they arrived to Damien's apartment, Damien lifted the boy bridal style and carried him to his empty bed. Getting a pair of his old sweatpants, he carefully peeled down Sol's jeans and boxers. He knew Sol would be embarrassed about it later, but he didn't want the jeans to chafe Sol's legs, so he carefully replaced Sol's pants and boxers with his own pair. They were a bit loose around Sol's waist, but Damien could careless. No!" Sol gasped out. "No, please, don't." He couldn't go to the ER. He didn't want to prolong relief longer than he had to. His eyes anxiously darted to the window, where trees blurred past him. The ride to his house was about ten minutes from the pizza place - ten minutes. That wasn't that long. He could it hold it for ten minutes. His bladder thought otherwise, sending a desperate wave of agony through Sol's body. Sol whimpered, and hunched forward, both hands squeezing harshly through the fabric of his jeans. His hands were clammy and sweaty, and he clawed desperately at his crotch, trying to stop a flood from happening.

Sure?" Damien pressed. "You've ate more than that and your stomach never hurt before. Are you sure it's not a virus? What if it's food poisoni-" Ben wished that he actually was trapped inside. This couldn't be happening. He'd never heard of such a thing before. Was she making this up? No, he was getting paranoid. But he just needed to pee and now there was literally nowhere to go. Damian stopped. Then grinned. "Except you." He leaned down and kissed him. "You're even better than Pizza hut desert."But you sound like you're dying," Damien proclaimed. "I don't want you to go home if it's something serious." Damien started saying, "Oka-" but it was cut off with, "Oh, shit." The car rode for a moment, before coming to an abrupt stop. Damien, for a moment, thought Sol was going to wet himself. But then he followed Sol's eyes and there stood Sol's father, dressed in a suit, standing on the driveway with an expression of absolute disgust.

He realized with horror that he would not be able to stop a second time. He also realized that the couple in the row in front of them, who were having a loud conversation not a second ago, had stopped talking and were probably trying to make out the source of the weird hissing noise. In spite of this realization, he couldn't stop. The bottle was beginning to spill over. He let go and the torrent started up once more. He moaned in pure pleasure already afraid of the moment when he would have to clamp down again, which would come all to soon. Even through the haze, he heard the sound of frantic movement on fabric next to him and a small grunt, then there was silence.Sol gasped softly as his bladder replied with an urgent yes, a spurt of pee spilling from his bladder and into the fabric of his boxers. The pee was warm and moist, and incredibly nice to let out, but it sent Sol into a deep pit of fear. Both his hands squeezed harder, and he shifted his bum on the seat, bending forward deeply. Don't wet yourself, he pleaded to his bladder. You're going to lose everything if you do. Sol writhed in his seat, pale and moaning with desperation. We are having a little technical problem, sir. It is not possible to use the restroom at this moment." Everything is wrong, but it's not medical. Or maybe it was medical. Maybe there was something wrong with him. Other people never had these kinds of problems at seventeen, did they? Sol moaned loudly, body wrenching forward, hands jammed in his crotch. His boxers were wet and damp, encouraging the rest of his bladder to pour over them. Sol winced and squeezed and wriggled. He couldn't give in. He couldn't- Damien." Sol smiled warmly. "Shut up, okay? I'm fine. It just hurts a bit because of all that pizza." But you sound like you're in so much pain," Damien babbled, feeling helpless up front. "I can hear your crying, and, please, baby, maybe there's something wrong."

Surely, that must have been his over-active imagination, creating nightmare scenarios. Surely, she had not just said what he thought she said. Sol shook his head in exasperation, and Damien hooked his hand into Sol's. The two of them had been dating for almost a year now, and Sol didn't know what he would do without Damien. He himself had always had a sort of negative, boring outlook on life, but Damien was like energy and sunshine and flowers all wrapped in a happy little bundle. He loved Damian for that. For bringing some light into his life. I can't," Sol moaned. Another long stream of piss squeezed out from his tightly clenched hands, and to Sol's horror, the wetness was starting to show on his jeans. "Please, no," he begged. "Please, Damien, make it stop. I can't - I can't -"Not allowed," Damien sang. He patted Sol's shoulder. "It's okay. We can heavily make out afterwards." When Seungmin texted them that morning that he'd be domming for once, Jisung, Felix and Hyunjin were expecting him to be very shy and confused, asking lots of questions on how to play it out. After all, he was their goody two-shoes sub. Those words still never truly left his brain. It wasn't just his father - as a fourteen-year old, wetting himself was exactly what his classmates needed to make him an official target. Sol was bullied endlessly for wetting himself, both physically and verbally. It was something that would never get away from him, even as he distanced himself from the event. A cute little Finchel story for the Glee fans (kinda) based on Glee: Season 3 Episode 13 and one-line from Glee: Season 1 Episode 10.