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"I have to pee," Matty whines as he shifts uncomfortably in the passenger seat. Ross hums in acknowledgement, but doesn't do much else. His eyes are still focused on the road in front of them. They're in the middle of nowhere.
"How long until the next rest stop?" Matty asks, tapping his leg nervously.
"We just passed one not fifteen minutes ago,” Ross huffs, glancing over in amusement. "Why didn't you go then?"
"Don't pull a dad move on me, Ross”, the smaller boy huffs back. "I didn't have to go then." Ross laughs and Matty glares. "We're about forty-five minutes from the next rest stop," he finally says. "And none of the exits are gonna have any places to go in between."
Matty whines again.
“I can pull over if you want.”
“No, I can hold it”, Matty grunts. Ross doesn’t understand how the smaller one has such a hard time with peeing outside.
Matty has always been a little bladder shy. He doesn’t like people knowing when he’s got to go to the bathroom and don’t even get Ross started on the utter look of disbelief when one time Ross had suggested Matty to pee outside when the line to the bathroom at one of the venues was too long.
Ross shrugs and continues driving. He’d asked if Matty had to go when they were passing the rest stop, but Matty had said no. It was too late now, and Ross wasn’t about to turn around.
Another ten minutes go by and Matty’s starting to get more deprecated, fidgeting restlessly in his seat. Ross spares the odd glance, but doesn't say anything. He doesn't want to embarrass the boy, but Ross knows at some point he has to pull over to let Matty relieve himself.
"How much longer?"
"Half hour," Ross sighs. They pass an exit, but there's no town close by. Matty looks at the sign for the exit with a mix of disdain and discomfort.
"Could you maybe go faster?" he asks, voice tight.
"I'm already going eighty," Ross says, apologetic. "If I go any faster we'll get pulled over."
Again, Matty lets out a small whine, and drops his head back against the head rest. Ross feels for him, but it’s his own fault for not going before.
Another five minutes and Matty can't take it anymore. "I'm gonna fucking piss myself, you gotta pull over."
Ross is shocked the boy would even consider peeing outside, but he quickly looks for a place to park his car on the side of the road. Matty unbuckles, the seatbelt slung off and the door yanked open. Ross watches him rush to the treeline and he chuckles quietly to himself.
He sits back into his seat, waiting for Matty to finish and get back into the car. After two minutes, Ross glances at the treeline.
"Come on, Matty!" He calls through the open door. He waits a second, but the boy doesn't emerge. "Fuck, how much pee can a little person like him hold?"
Ross turns the car off and climbs out, shutting his door before walking around the vehicle. He makes sure to shut Matty’s door too before making the treck into the woods.
"Matty!" He calls. He spots him not far from the treeline, bouncing on his heels and muttering to himself.
"Matty, seriously, what's taking so long?"
The boy glances over his shoulder and whimpers out a desperate "I can't go.”
"You gotta be fucking kidding me," Ross groans, walking closer. "You just aim and let go.”
"I know," Matty whines embarrassed. "It's not coming out!"
Ross steps in closer. "This is the same as peeing in a urinal."
"No it’s not, Ross!", Matty snaps, his cheeks turning bright red. "This is completely different!"
Ross rolls his eyes. “So either you pee out here or you pee your pants in the car," he says. "Cause we both know you're not gonna make it the last fifteen minutes to the rest stop."
Matty shakes his cock in a demand to work, and Ross has to chuckle at that.
"You want help?"
"How are you gonna help?" Matty demands, voice still desperate. "You can't do anything."
Ross makes the last couple steps to Matty, standing close behind him. Matty glances back at him in confusion, but Ross snakes a hand around his waist before the boy can step away.
"Trust me, I have a method that never fails.”
Matty looks at him skeptically. Ross presses his chest to the smaller boy’s back, looking over his shoulder to see that pretty cock cradled in Matty’s hand.
Ross’ own hand moves from Matty’s waist down to his bladder and adds a little pressure.
Matty whimpers and shifts. Ross presses a little harder, fingers pressing into soft skin and feeling the fullness of his bladder.
Ross feels himself twitch in his pants, but he just presses harder.
"Come on, Matty, just pee," Ross hums.
Matty grunts. "I'm trying!"
Ross steps closer, keeping Matty in place before pressing into his bladder even harder. And then Matty’s cock starts dribbling pee and Ross smirks. The dribble turns into a stream and Matty sighs in relief, shoulders sagging and head dropping onto Ross’ shoulder.
Ross feels himself harden in his jeans at the sight, watching as the boy pees into the dirt in front of them. He keeps pressing down on Matty’s bladder.
"Fuck, you really had to go, didn't you?" He hums, fighting the urge to rut against Matty’s ass at the sight. "Shut up," Matty mumbles, still leaning against Ross - most definitely feeling his hard on against his ass.
Matty’s stream starts to slow, then drip to a stop. He lifts his head up and shakes off his cock.
"There you go," Ross hums, smirking at Matty. He finally slides his hand from around his waist, letting the boy tuck himself in. Ross adjusts himself in his pants as Matty zips himself up.
When the smaller one turns, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment, Ross can't help but look amused.
"That's never happening again," he promises. The two begin walking back to the car.
"I don't know, I kinda liked it," Ross grins, watching Matty’s cheeks turn even more red. He drops his head, trying to hide it.
"You can like it all you want, I'm never going pee outside again."
Ross laughs at how shy Matty suddenly is, and bumps his shoulder into his. "I’m just gonna have to settle for the urinal then," he grins. Matty groans, hiding his flushed face behind his hands.
“You're so weird."
"You like that I'm weird. Now get in, I wanna be back home before the sun sets.”