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They’d been walking for hours, and Niall’s legs had gone from tired to both jelly and hard. Every step was heavier than the last. And he really, really needed to pee.
“Ruben, I really got to pee,” he said again, I able to hide just how stressing the situation was
“I told you to go before we left.” Ruben didn’t look at him. “You said you didn’t need to.”
“But I’ll only take ten seconds,” he begged.
He watched Ruben’s jaw tighten. Watched him stop walking and tip his head back toward the sky, nostrils flaring once, slowly, like he was deciding something. Then he turned.
“Fine. Ten seconds. Go.”
Niall almost laughed at the absurdity, but the laugh dried up the moment Ruben’s mouth opened again to begin the count.
Ruben’s voice cut through the thigh damp air in the forest, “Ten. Nine.” Niall turned, fumbling with his zipper. The wind bit at his fingers, the sound of Ruben’s counting echoing around the hills. He glanced back, Ruben’s arms were crossed, his face twisted in a mean grin. “Eight. Seven. Six.”
Niall’s bladder froze under the pressure, the sound of the countdown making everything worse. His hands fumbled, shaking, and he couldn’t even get started.
“Five. Four. Tick-tock, Bambi.”
Niall closed his eyes, focused on the ground, willing it to happen. The pressure pulses through his exhausted body as Ruben’s voice clawed at his concentration.
“Three.”
Nothing.
“Two.”
His breath fogged in front of him. Still nothing.
“One.”
He zipped up, defeated, heart thudding inside his chest.
Ruben strode over, boots crunching as he walked over pebbles and dried leaves. He leaned in, voice low. “Can’t even piss when you’re told, can you?”
Niall looked away.
“Next time, you’ll go when I say. Not when you want.”
Niall nodded in defeat, and in pain from a full bladder.
They started walking again. The need to pee didn’t go away. Every step more agonizing than the last, but he couldn’t do anything about it till they reached the camp.
Barely fifteen minutes later and he was falling behind. Not wanting to face Ruben’s anger again he didn’t complain, but of course Ruben paid close attention to him.
“You gonna cry like a baby again?” he teased.
Niall didn’t want to whine, but it was getting impossible to move without making any sounds, so he kept his mouth shut.
Unfortunately saying nothing was almost as bad as talking back. Suddenly he found himself pushed back against a tree, Ruben’s forearm pressing against his throat, choking him.
“I asked you a question Bambi, why are you disrespecting me?”
“Not gonna cry,” Niall managed, barely a whisper. The pressure at his throat made every sound feel like it was forced. “I just-”
Ruben leaned in, close enough that his breath mingled with Niall’s. “You just what?” He wasn’t yelling, but his threatening tone sent a shiver through Niall.
Niall tried to swallow, but couldn’t. The bark dug into his shoulder blades. He was shaking, not from fear, well, not just fear, but the pressure ballooning in his gut. “It hurts,” he said. “I can’t walk right.”
Ruben’s eyes narrowed. “So pee.”
Niall blinked. “Now?”
“Yeah, right now.” Ruben’s lips curled, one of his twisted smiles where he couldn’t hide just how much he enjoyed the humiliation. Niall was still dressed, belt pinching against his bladder. The grip on his neck didn’t loosen. There was no way he could.
“C’mon. Do it.” Ruben’s voice was soft, coaxing, almost gentle. “You’re a big boy, aren’t you? Show me.” Niall’s cheeks flared. He shut his eyes, tried to pretend he was standing at home in the bathroom.
He opened his eyes. Ruben’s face was close. The grin was mean, but the look in his eye was nothing but hungry, not even hiding the fact that he liked it, liked seeing him squirm and struggle. Niall felt heat crawling up his neck, ears started burning. He finally snapped, and with Ruben’s arm still pinning his throat, there was no hiding it as it happened. It soaked down his legs, warm through fabric and into his socks, pooling in his boots.
Ruben’s eyes flicked down, then up again, and for a heartbeat, he looked pleased. “There you go,” Ruben said, voice low, almost gentle. “Was that so hard?” He was smiling, it wasn’t a cruel smile, instead it felt like he was proud of Niall.
Niall hated that it felt like praise. Maybe hated more that it felt good. The relief, the release, it was so nice he couldn’t help but moan.
Ruben’s hold eased, just enough to let Niall breathe easier but not enough to step away. He kept him pinned, close. “Atta boy,” Ruben whispered, his words brushing Niall’s ear. Niall’s knees buckled, but for an entirely different reason than exhaustion.
He couldn’t look at Ruben, couldn’t even look down at himself. Ruben stepped back, his gaze still focused on Niall. “Half an hour to camp,” he said, and spat into the dirt. “You’re starting the fire when we get there.” He turned and walked in the steady pace up the small hill
Niall watched him go, the smell of piss was sharp and fresh. He waited until the footsteps faded before daring to look down at himself. His jeans were soggy, a dark patch down both legs, and his boots squelched a little when he shifted weight, and then horror when he realised what he saw next. He had a boner. It pressed up against the wet denim, obvious and impossible to hide. He slapped a hand over it. His palm cold and shaking.
“Come on Bambi, wouldn’t want the wolves to get you.”
Wolves could maybe be less humiliating than what would happen if Ruben saw his boner, but he quicky rushed up the hill, trying to catch up with Ruben, who didn’t care to slow down. All he could do right then was hope by the time they reached camp, the bulge had vanished.