Desperate for a Story: Pee Desperation Stories

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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. Damien would help Sol realize what a wonderful person he was, and he would help Sol get over the crushing words from his father. Damien must have sensed his pain, even if he thought it was from the stomachache, and leaned forward to tenderly kiss him on the cheek. "Sorry, babe. I know you're in pain. Let's take you home." Damien waved to the woman to pay for the bill, before wrapping his arms around Sol and pulling him close. He helped him up, and the moment Sol stood upright, his bladder contracted in agony.

Sol!" Damien laughingly threw himself at his lean boyfriend, wrapping his arms around Sol's torso. "Hey, baby, how you doing?" 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 -" Sol opened his mouth, but all he could choke out was a ragged sob. He was so scared; his whole body was not only trembling with desperation, but immense fear. He knew what would happen if he wet himself. Damien would walk away from him. He would look at him with disgust, call him a baby, and dump him for someone more mature and responsible. He would tell everyone at school how he'd pissed himself. The whole school would start bullying him again, and it would get around to his father and-

I know what you need now," Damien whispered softly. "C'mon. Let's get you inside and to the bathroom. You can do it." Damien." Sol smiled warmly. "Shut up, okay? I'm fine. It just hurts a bit because of all that pizza." 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.

Damien pulled apart immediately. Concern colored his face. "You okay?" he asked. "Did I like...hurt you somehow?" 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."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. Sol just nodded, still frozen with fear. He removed his hand once more, but was forced to rub his legs together desperately as he was pulled along by Damien. As they left the room, his bladder once more squeezed, as if asking, We're leaving without using a bathroom? Sol just told it to shut up, moaned softly, and let himself be dragged outside of the pizza place. The sky had darkened across the city, stripping the light blue to a mix of oranges and pinks. Damien was horrified at the way Sol begged to him; the frantic pleading in his eyes, the horrible fear on his face. Damien didn't care if Sol soaked his pants - he just wanted his boyfriend to be happy. But he knew, right now, that if Sol wet himself, it was going to be a long road to getting Sol to smile ever again. He wasn't sure why, but he knew his boyfriend, and he knew that Sol needed to get to a bathroom fast.

Damien, please." Sol couldn't argue with him about this. He didn't have the energy or concentration to debate. His whole body was shaking in agony, his bladder feeling swollen and rounded with pee. After a moment of agonizing silence, Damien finally said, "Fine. Home. But if the Advil I give you doesn't work, I'm taking you the hospital." Damian stopped. Then grinned. "Except you." He leaned down and kissed him. "You're even better than Pizza hut desert."He hated himself at that moment. For being gay, for having a small bladder, for being so stupid as to let it get this bad. 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.