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George and Max were currently in a stupid interview together, the two of them being asked the most irrelevant questions — George beginning to get bored as another question about his ‘jealousy’ towards Kimi was thrown his way.
Gosh, he hated this so much, everyone assumed that he had given up. I mean, to some extent in the past few weeks he had — but since Baku? He had been having an amazing time. He had gotten a fucking grand slam for crying out loud, yet nobody seemed to care about that. Of course they didn’t, the media’s main focus was the drama.
Or, whatever drama they could concoct. I mean, yes he was slightly upset that his teammate was clearly being favoured over him. But, he was also very proud of the young man — I mean, it was only his second year in the sport and he had the potential to win a world championship title already
“George, how has it been being able to fight again Max?” George’s mood perked up a little at that question — for once it wasn’t about his teammate. Thank god.
“It’s been brilliant, honestly, he is such a good sport, and it was great getting so close to someone on the track. It really made the race more nerve wracking.” The question brought a wide grin to George’s lips, so glad to be able to talk about his boyfriend in such a way. Though, he hoped he wasn’t making it too obvious as they weren’t actually out to anyone yet.
“And Max…” George tuned out the question that was directed to his boyfriend, crossing his legs as he began to sip from his bottle of water — he had drunk a lot today, and was beginning to feel the strain on his bladder. But, he had to stay hydrated as they were in an extremely hot environment.
Remain tuned out for a moment longer, he didn’t notice the way that Max had nudged him — he blinked a few times, turning his focus back to the other man, who had a soft smile on his face.
“I asked if you wanted some of my water Schatje, yours is finished. I don’t want you to get dehydrated baby.” George rolled his eyes at his partner, glad that the media had turned their focus to Arvid — who was the third person in this interview with them — for a moment so that he and Max could be soft with one another without too many prying eyes in their direction.
“Hm. I’m not too thirsty anymore Max, but thank you.” Max ignored him, nudging the bottle into his hand and taking the empty onto into his other. George sighed, but took the half full bottle from his partner anyway — it was cute how caring Max seemed to be of him, especially when they were in this extremely hot weather.
“Drink Schat. We have a drivers meeting after this with everyone, and I don’t want you sitting there getting dehydrated baby.” Sometimes, Max was a little extra overbearing, I mean an hour long meeting without water wouldn’t kill him — especially with how many liquids he had already put in his body today.
God, his bladder was beginning to feel hot — the heat crawling down to his dick, a burning feeling forming as he felt the need to piss. Shit, he could exactly ask to leave the interview halfway through just to go to the bathroom. Plus, it’s not like there was much longer left — at best bet he would guess that they had about ten minutes before they had to go off to the whole grid meeting.
However, George wasn’t sure if he could hold it for that long. Maybe, he could get max to cover for him whilst he sprinted to the closest garage and relieved himself.
“Max..?” His voice came out low, whispered. He didn’t want to disturb the rest of the interview, but he was beginning to feel rather desperate — his dick starting to ache even more than it already had been, he was definitely close to pissing himself if he didn’t get out soon.
“What’s up baby?” Max leant closer to George, so that their voices wouldn’t be picked up by the microphones in their hands — Max frowned softly at the apprehensive look in George’s eyes, something must be wrong.
“I— uhm.. I really need to piss..” George sounded almost sheepish, it was a little embarrassing to explain to his partner that he had ignored his only bodily functions for several hours, and was not close to wetting himself in front of a crowd of reporters.
Max paused for a moment. A small smirk graced his lips, the idea of keeping George in this interview — not allowing him to go and relieve himself — was enticing.
“Why should I let you go relieve yourself baby? You are the one who didn’t think about how much water you had drank before you came here.” George’s cheeks flushed, turning a deep shade of red as he glanced at his partner.
He felt his jaw drop slightly, Max’s words making him feel slightly fuzzy. The idea of pissing himself in front of everyone was extremely embarrassing, yet it was also kind of tempting.
“What.. I— Max.. I’m not.. we’re in an interview in front of hundreds of reporters. They’ll write horrific columns about me..” George couldn’t help the soft whine that left his lips at the idea of pissing his pants — maybe he would have so much in his bladder that it would dampen the sofa too.
“I don’t care. You’re the one who drank all that water. So, you either hold it for the last twenty minutes of the interview, or you piss all over this sofa.” George whimpered softly, his eyes becoming slightly glassy, his breathing becoming ragged from Max’s words.
“You gonna piss baby?” George shook his head, he could hold it. Surely he could, he was not going to embarrass himself like that with all these people around.
“No.. I can— can hold it..” gnawing on his bottom lip, George sipped some more of the water from the bottle in his hand, wanting to make his bladder as strained as possible. The idea of the pure embarrassment that he would face from pissing himself was making his cock harder in his trousers.
He wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold it in, his bladder beginning to feel like it was on fire — crossing his legs, he tried to keep himself from pissing. Though suddenly he felt piss dripping out of him.
Fuck.
Luckily it wasn’t pouring out of him just yet, he still had the chance to hold his piss in, but the soft dribble was beginning to leave a stain in his trousers — his cream coloured trousers.
Max glanced over at George, noticing the way that his thighs were clasped together — and, if he looked close enough he noticed the slight wet patch that was forming at the crotch of his trousers. Fuck, he was actually pissing himself.
“Baby.. are you pissing?” George moved his focus from trying to keep himself from pissing back to Max — his cheeks were burning with shame, the piss was beginning to flood out of him, no longer just small spurts from his tip.
“Max.. fuck..” George moaned slightly, he felt so embarrassed as the piss flooded out of him — it was uncontrollable now, not even clenching his thighs together could stop the piss that was gushing out of him, dampening his trousers.
Watching, Max had a gleeful look on his face — his own cheeks were reddening, but not out of embarrassment. No, he was aroused by the sight of his boyfriend pissing himself right in front of him. Right in front of everyone.
“Babe.. fuck.. please, it’s — it won’t stop..” whining, George unclasped his legs, his sodden trousers on display for everyone to see. The whole room went silent almost instantly, George felt the embarrassment flooding through his veins — all the eyes on him making his cock harden.
“Oh baby.. look at you, pissing everywhere. God, you going to stain the sofa? How much piss have you even got in you darling?”
“Max..” George moaned softly, his trousers starting to stick to his legs with all the piss that coated them, the stench was increasing — the smell of piss making George’s nostrils burn.
Fuck, this was so embarrassing, but also so alluring. He was worried that he might start cumming as well as pissing — Max would probably that. George couldn’t do much else but sit there and whimper, his body feeling calmer after having finally cleared out his bladder.
He just sat there, his legs damp with piss. And, his cock close to release. He had never felt so embarrassed in his entire life — he had gotten so turned on from pissing that he was close to climax on this stupid sofa.
God, this was going to haunt him for the rest of his life.