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Without having limited himself in the slightest, it wasn’t too long before his bladder twinged yet again, announcing the soda had reached it.
Mark stifled a sigh. It felt unduly like a punishment. It was different this time — his diaper was dry, so it was more important to keep it that way.
Half the car had fallen asleep — Celine curled up against the passenger side window was clearly out, and he was pretty sure you’d fallen asleep shortly after Damien as you cuddled together in the back — and the other half (himself, Ben beside him, and William driving once more) were quiet. Mark couldn’t read his watch in the dark, but he’d figure it had been less than an hour since they had set off again… meaning it would be at least two hours before they got there.
Mark knew he could ask them to stop again, but he would be terribly embarrassed to ask again so soon, with William driving. They had planned on that last stop being the last stop…
It had been a long day, and Mark wanted to get there and be done traveling as much as anyone else, but when his bladder twinged again, it was painful. He was reminded how badly he’d overexerted himself earlier in the day.
If someone asked… he would say he’d fallen asleep again, Mark decided. That was okay.
With that decided, Mark adjusted his position to where he felt he could let go, and did so, feeling his face heat as his diaper did. Wetting on purpose was bad enough, but going when he didn’t have to go that badly and technically had other options felt especially shameful. But… that twinge of pain had gone away. The only reason he was uncomfortable was because a wet diaper made him feel unclean.
Mark wasn’t sure how he could’ve possibly noticed, but Ben wrapped an arm around him, pressing a kiss to his head like praise. Mark’s face grew even hotter. But Ben wouldn’t call him out if he overheard Mark’s lie that he’d been asleep, when he told it. Mark let himself relax into Ben’s side; almost, even, let himself accept the wordless praise for just using his diaper.
As the rest of his soda filtered into his bladder, Mark continued to let it out into his diaper. It was an interesting feeling — the trickles when he was just a little uncomfortable, rather than the hissing leaks and surges when he was fighting so hard it hurt all over. He still felt it was unclean, but at least physically, it didn’t feel all that bad.
The rest of the drive felt… peaceful.
Mark just hoped he would not have to admit just how thoroughly this had made your point.