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." I love you," Damien said, peppering Sol's tear-streaked face with kisses. "I love you, please. Please don't say you're gross." 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 must have heard the whimper. "Is it that bad?" He asked from the front, voice filled with concern.

Language: English Words: 69,148 Chapters: 99/100 Comments: 192 Kudos: 750 Bookmarks: 36 Hits: 38,759 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. It becomes apparent that the Tower's resident teenager has some... aiming issues. It falls to Tony to solve them.

The drive was painful for Damien. His whole body had clenched up, and nausea had crept up to his throat. He had never seen his boyfriend that way before. He'd never seen Sol lose himself like that, and he'd never seen Sol call himself those awful names. Was wetting himself really that big of a deal? Damien didn't think it was. He really didn't. Yeah, it was a bit unusual, but he knew he would never judge Sol because of a mere wetting.

Everything he had worked for went down the train. All of the precaution he had taken the last few years to never wet himself again had gone to waste - and now he was standing in his own piss, his father in front of him, his life about to spiral downwards once more. Sol whirled around, and made an "oomph" noise as the tingles from the ground rushed to his full bladder; the quivering organ full and round with piss. He knew it pretty pathetic to feel full after one glass of coke, but the coke had been extra large, and Sol wasn't used to holding it. He always took precaution to go every hour, so his bladder muscles had weakened considerably over the years. To top it off, he'd never had the largest bladder to begin with. I'm sorry," Sol finally whimpered out into Damien's chest. Damien just held him tightly, the both of them standing there in place. The night was cool and quiet aside from a few chirping birds, the tree branches rustling and creaking. Sol's sobs quieted down, until he was resting sleepily on Damien's chest, eyes closing from exhaustion. "I'm sorry," he kept mumbling, even as he stilled. "So sorry for everything." I'm thrilled," Sol said. He shifted his bum on Damien's lap, trying to find a comfortable position. He'd always had a small bladder, and because he always went to the bathroom about a million times a day, his bladder muscles couldn't endure holding for that long. He could feel the pulsing in his lower abdomen, and the faint ache starting to form. I have to get to the bathroom...just in case...A collection of drabbles from Tumblr requests. 98% omo, but a few chapters are not. Tags to be added as it updates. Will start a new work (part 2) when I reach chapter 100. Series Damien pulled apart immediately. Concern colored his face. "You okay?" he asked. "Did I like...hurt you somehow?" All he knew was that he stupid, and gross, and disgusting, and that he didn't have a father anymore.