Spoopy season is among us!! I know I’ve been gone for a while but working 30 hours a week on top of full time school is KILLING me. But! I managed to find some time to throw this together. :) I will be attempting the Omovember challenge so keep an eye out for those posts!!
“I don’t know about this Ian,” Jamie whined. He tightened his grip on his boyfriend’s hand s they inched closer to the doors of Nightmare on 10th Street, the new haunted house that opened just in time for Halloween. Jamie and Ian had been in line just over an hour, and Jamie was starting to feel the pressure in his lower belly that signaled a rapidly filling bladder.
“Oh, come on love, it won’t be that bad.” Ian brought Jamie’s hand up to his lips. “You know it’s all fake, right?”
Jamie felt his heart flutter and he squirmed as he felt Ian’s lips on his hand. “Yeah, but you know how easily I get spooked.”
A low chuckle rumbled from Ian’s chest. He dropped Jamie’s hand and wrapped an arm around the small redhead’s waist. “Don’t worry baby, I’ll protect you.” Ian pulled him close, unknowingly jamming his belt buckle into Jamie’s bladder. The sudden jolt caused Jamie to cross his legs. He hadn’t realized it, but he’d let out a whimper, catching Ian’s attention. His bladder was filling; fast.
Ian pulled back with concern in his dark eyes. “Are you okay baby?”
“Um…” Jamie stammered. He’d always been shy when it came to expressing his need for the bathroom. “I’m fine,” he finally said, “but I think that coffee was a bad idea.”
Ian first looked confused, then noticed Jamie’s fidgeting. “Oh! Um, come on, we’ll find you a bathroom.
Jamie grabbed Ian’s hand before he could walk away. The thought of telling anyone else about his situation made his stomach turn. “No, it’s okay. We’re almost to the front. I can wait.” I hope.
“Are you sure?”
“Jamie nodded, fighting to stand still as he felt a jolt from his bladder. When Ian turned away to purchase their tickets, Jamie took advantage of the opportunity to cross his legs. His bladder protested as the pressure was released and eh took Ian’s hand once again and they stepped through the shredded, bloody cause into the maze. The guide said that getting through would take less than ten minutes, and Jamie was counting every second.
They were met with everything you could possibly imagine from a haunted house. Clowns, zombies, vampires, there was even a section where fake bodies hung from the ceiling like the way meat would hang in a butcher shop. The large coffee Jamie had after dinner was quickly making its’ way to his bladder. Some teenager ran ahead of them, pulling one of the bodies with them, and when it swung back, a part of it hit Jamie right in the lower belly, causing him to have to stop and cross his legs to keep from losing control. He felt Ian’s soothing hand on his lower back, and looked up to see the slightest bit of fear in his boyfriend’s deep eyes.
Jamie smirked. “You’re not getting scared are you babe?”
Ian managed a weak laugh, and if he didn’t know any better, Jamie could have sworn he saw him tug at his own jeans. “No, I’m not scared. This is amateur stuff.”
Every dark corner and every jump scare made Jamie clench his muscles a little tighter. Every few steps he stopped to cross his legs and get some sort of relief. His bladder was filling faster than ever before. Just as they passed an actor in an electric chair and rounded the last corner, Jamie let out a deep breath as he noticed the exit sign. He felt Ian’s hand on his hip, and relaxed into his arms just a little as they both took a step at the same time. But as soon as they did, a light flashed and a Freddy Krueger impersonator jumped at them from behind a metal cage. His razored fingers scratched at the cage and they both screamed. Nightmare on Elm Street kept them both awake at night for weeks after they first saw it. Jamie froze and shoved a hand between his legs, feeling Ian’s hand disappear from his side and willing his bladder to hold on for just a few more seconds. Long enough for him to get past the idiot in the mask and get out the door. He took a step away from Ian, bracing himself against the wall as he added more pressure by crossing his legs to get him through the wave.
After slightly dampening his underwear, Jamie felt like he could walk again without completely soaking his jeans. He took a second to catch his breath, then reached back trying to find Ian’s hand. He looked back when he realized his boyfriend was no longer standing behind him, and his heart started to race. The light had gone dark again waiting on the next group to come through so the actor could repeat his steps.
“Ian?” Jamie called, hoping his boyfriend hadn’t gone far.
He heard a shaky voice from behind him. “Uh, go on out, I’ll be there in a second.”
Jamie used one hand to fish his phone from his pocket, the other keeping a tight grip on his crotch. He wouldn’t last much longer, and Ian had picked a strange time to start acting funny.
“That’s ridiculous,” Jamie answered, flipping on the flashlight on his phone, “Why are you suddenly—” Jamie couldn’t see much, but could see a growing puddle on the floor at his boyfriend’s feet. Ian’s legs were crossed tight, but it wasn’t doing much to keep the flood inside of him. Jamie tightened his grip and squirmed. Hearing the splatter of Ian’s urine hitting the floor made his bladder contract one last time, and he knew nothing would be able to stop the torrent behind his hand begging to be released.
His flashlight thankfully went dark before Ian saw his face get red. “Oh, God I can’t hold it,” he whined.
The light flashed again as another group rounded the corner and Jamie felt Ian’s hand on his waist again. “Let’s get you out of here.” Ian guided Jamie out the door and around the corner to a secluded alley where Jamie leaned against the wall and covered his face as his bladder emptied. He didn’t even try to undo his jeans. It was useless at this point. Tears filled his eyes and he tried his best not to cry, despite knowing that the same thing had just happened to Ian. A full minute passed before his bladder completely emptied. Before he could work up the courage to move his hand and look his boyfriend in the eyes, he felt Ian’s hands cup his face, then felt a kiss being placed on his forehead.
“Are you okay?” Ian whispered, pulling Jamie’s hands away.
Jamie managed a laugh. “We’re twenty-four years old and we just wet ourselves in a haunted house. I’ve been dating you for barely a month, and I wouldn’t blame you if you never wanted to see me again.”
Ian blushed and looked down at his lap. He was wearing black jeans, so the stain wasn’t as noticeable on his pants. Jamie however had decided on a lighter denim, which showed every bit of the contents of his bladder.
Ian unzipped and took off his jacket, tying it around Jamie’s waist. “What I’m going to do is take you home, get you cleaned up, and then we’re going to lay on the couch and watch cartoons all night because there’s no way I’m sleeping after that.”
Jamie felt his face flush red, and his heart rate picked up as Ian used his index finger to tilt his chin so they could kiss. “But maybe next year we’ll skip the coffee.”
“I don’t have a problem with that.”