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It had been a long drive.
They had scraped together just enough money for a road trip to London, having currently lived in their smaller, lesser known city. It was a good 8 hour drive, and they were only 2 hours in.
Tom’s visual impairment had gotten worse somehow since Tord had attempted to kill them to take over the world, so Edd was driving this time.
Matt had gradually stopped being so hyper and excited, which was quite unusual. He had stared out the window for about 10 minutes, having a nervous expression plastered on his face, and a slight blush dusted over his freckled face. He occasionally rubbed his legs together and whined.
Edd decided to speak up;
“Matt, are you okay?”
“Augh, I have to go to the toileeeet…” Matt whined back.
“Really? You couldn’t have gone before we left?” Tom butted in.
“ Tom. It’s been a few hours, he had a lot to drink, it’s hot.” Edd barked back.
“Not like I could see, the apartment lights are so damn dim today.”
“…Hey Siri, how far is the next rest stop?”
A ding and a pause.
“The closest rest stop is approximately: One hundred and fourty-four kilometers.”
“Damn, that's three hours…”
“Shouldn’t have had a lot to drink, then.”
“ Tom, he wanted to stay hydrated. It’s very easy to get dehydrated in this weather.”
Edd sped up slightly, it was only a 50 kilometer zone, but he wanted to get to the rest stop as quickly and legally as possible, so Matt wouldn’t have an accident in the car.
Matt crossed his legs and stuffed a hand between them. What he had failed to relay was that his bladder was filling fast, he had known for a long time how overactive his bladder could be.
It caught him a little off guard, though, when his bladder started slowly squeezing, making him curl up a little and shiver.
Then cars started clogging up on the road.
“Bloody hell…”
“Hm? What?”
Tom looked up. It was definitely bright enough for him to make out cars all around them.
“Ah, traffic. It is a popular vacation time, soooo go figure.”
The GPS dinged.
“Car crash ahead, dely for approximately 1 hour.”
Wow, what luck! (Sarcasm lol.)
“Ahgh, I really have to goooo…” Matt whined again.
Hopefully Edd can make a plan for if Matt can’t make it to the toilet.
“Surely this can be sorted out soon, right?”
“I don’t know if I can make iiiit!”
“Damn whiny arse…”
“ Tom, stop. He has to go.”
He stuffed both hands into his legs now. Yeah, all those damned drinks he had were going straight to his bladder.
Why did he have to be built this way.
Timeskip brought to you by my stupid empty brain
Traffic had cleared up a little about 30 minutes later, but oh boy, Matt was suffering. Tom had been fed up with Matt’s whining, but he said nothing about it, instead looking at the slightly vague light patterns passing by his eyes.
“E-edd, I-I don't know if i can hold it all— ah—!” A wave of harsh desperation.
At that moment, Edd noticed an empty gallon bottle of Cola sitting at Tom’s feet. He had an idea to give Matt this if things get to where he was about to wet himself.
Matt was in agony, both hand squeezing himself and his legs double crossed, he was almost crying at this point. The slightest movement could become disastrous at this point. His bladder was painfully full, he was trying his best to just not leak. Hell, you would be able to see his bladder through his hoodie if you looked closely.
Traffic, finally , had pulled itself out of a crawl and was moving again.
But, as they sped up a decent amount… they hit a speed bump.
Matt yelped as his bladder leaked a small amount of its contents, leaving a small wet spot at the front of his pants, hidden by only his hands.
“E-Edd—!”
Matt was visibly shaking from pure effort, tears were starting to run down his face.
“I-its okay, Matt, we’ll get there soon.”
Edd was lying, of course. Not that he had that much choice to say otherwise, they were nowhere near close.
Oh shIT MATT LEAKED AGAIN—
“Ngahhh—!!!”
It was bigger than before, the wet spot could be seen beyond his hands.
And another one.
“E-Edd, I—!”
His bladder was trying to brute force him to let it out, but Matt still refused to give in.
“D-damn it—AH—”
Fuckfuckfuckfuck he can’t hold it, he—!!
Edd slowed down to grab the empty bottle and throw it back to Matt.
“U-use this!”
Matt could only use one hand to catch the bottle, the other being shoved in his legs, then he held it with his lower legs while his hands were trying to undo his belt and pants. The bulge was tenfold more apparent with his belt out of the way. But he was consistently leaking now, and his bladder decided it had enough.
“N-no, ah—!”
His mind went straight to shoving the bottle between his legs, but no way was that gonna work now. Urine started soaking the seat, a little dripping over and on the car floor. A minimal amount of urine did find its way into the bottle, but the damage was already done.
“Oh, Matt…”
A combination of shame and relief washed over the ginger. Matt started sniffling, and then silently crying. This was humiliating , and a decent blow to his high ego. Tom didn’t react too much, but did feel kinda bad . The mascara Matt was wearing dripped down his face.
…wow, he was holding a lot. How could someone's bladder hold that much urine in just a few hours?
…Matt finally finished voiding his bladder of urine, now dripping down his legs and on the car floor. Only a tiny amount of urine had collected in the bottle Edd gave him.
“…I’m sorry…”
“It’s okay, Matt! I don’t think you would have made it either way…”
He looked at the GPS. Still 2 hours left until they got to that stop, so not much point now.
Edd found a good spot to pull over.
“There’s not much point in getting to that rest stop, we should at least clean up.”
“…yeah…”
Edd helped Matt clean himself and the mess he had made, afterwards Edd planting a gentle kiss on Matt’s forehead.
Edd wasn't able to figure out how to get the pee smell out, though.
When they were a considerable distance from where they pulled over, Tom felt a familiar twinge in his abdomen.
Fuck.
Karma.