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lwj is driving with jc in the front seat, wwx sprawled out across the back seat where he'd been taking a nap. lwj asked him if he needs a rest stop when he woke up and wwx was like "yeah i could stop"
the sign for one comes up in the next 5 minutes though, and wwx is like, oh never mind - it's not that urgent! we don't need to pull over! so then lwj is like "mn" and merges back into the middle lane. but jc makes a little noise of disappointment, barely audible.
"what?" wwx says, hooking his chin over the back of jc's seat. "did YOU want to stop?"
jc grumbles that it's not that important and they drive on. after 20 minutes the sign advising that the next rest stop is 5 miles away comes up and lwj inquires whether he should stop
wwx is like no, i can hold it! and jc makes that noise again so wwx is like "unless jc can't hold it..."
jc: "of COURSE i can"
and then it's ON. lwj passes the turn-off for that rest stop without comment, and a tension falls over the car. now they Know they're both holding it
jc had had a large coffee when they set out, and the water bottle he's been sipping from is almost empty now too. when lwj first brought it up, it had just been an afterthought, but now he's very aware of how full he is.
wwx always wakes up needing to pee, and usually doesn't think twice about taking a quick leak. he hadn't drank as much as jc though, he's not DYING. he can definitely outlast his brother.
he shifts in the backseat, adjusting his knees so they don't get stiff, and jc smirks at him in the rearview mirror. wwx flips him off. he's not doing the /potty dance/, as they used to call it when they were babies. it wasn't even about that. he's FINE. he's going to win.
"forty-seven miles to the next rest stop," lwj reads a while later when they pass the next sign for a rest stop. it's been a while, now, and 47 miles will be another long time yet. jc's bladder strains uncomfortably.
it would be such a relief to let it all out...but no, he is not going to lose to wwx in this, the stupidest of all battles.
"we're making pretty good time," he says, which lwj correctly interprets to mean that they should keep going and not lose their lead.
wwx hooks his chin back over jc's seat. "are you suuuure you don't need to stop?" he whines. "47 miles....that's almost an hour....could be more if we hit traffic....."
"do you need to stop, wei ying?" lwj asks mildly. "your comfort matters too."
wwx notes with satisfaction that lwj hasn't left the middle lane, although the last rest stop for 47 miles can already be seen at the top of the next rise. that means he's invested now, too.
"oh no, not unless he needs to stop," wwx says. jc glares at him.
the silent tension in the car builds until they pass the rest stop, and when they do wwx feels a rush of elation, like pulling ahead of his opponent in the first lap of a race. not out of the woods yet, but SURELY jc will fold before him.
after another few miles where jc refuses to break down, wwx brings out his secret weapon - he pops up the straw on his water bottle and takes several long gulps out of it, sighing loudly in refreshment.
it won't help in the long run, but the water will take some time to filter through his system, and by then jc will have long since been psyched out.
"thirsty, jiang cheng?" wwx asks, holding the water bottle out.
"get that thing away from me," jc says, reaching back through the gap between the front seats to push at wwx's arm.
wwx laughs and pushes back, sloshing the water bottle at jc vigorously enough that some drips out of the straw onto jc's sleeve.
"no roughhousing near the driver, please," lwj reminds them, and they both subside back to their own seats.
jc is already regretting the burst of activity. it's easy enough to hold it while sitting still in a car, but now his need feels more urgent than ever.
wwx's face smirks at him in the mirror, as though he knows exactly the effect his antics have had.
jc stares out the window, watching the scenery go by. the sign advising of amenities off the next exit comes up, its brightly colored logos jarring after all the green.
/there'll be a bathroom there,/ jc finds himself thinking, looking at the yellow arches advertising a mcdonalds. his bladder throbs at the thought of it, and he crosses his legs firmly.
behind him, wwx stays silent, so jc doesn't say anything either. they pass the exit.
"how are you doing?" lwj asks the car at large as they approach the next exit. this one only has a single logo on the sign. it's about a 50/50 chance they even have a public bathroom there; it would be worse to get out of the car and not find facilities than to keep going.
"they probably don't even have one," wwx says, echoing jc's thoughts.
"very well," lwj says. he signals and moves into the passing lane to take over a slow-moving trailer in front of them. the motion sets off a wave inside jc's lower abdomen and he clenches tighter.
lwj is smiling the tiniest bit. the bastard. he's probably enjoying this. from the backseat, wwx makes a little whine of discomfort. lwj's eyes crinkle the tiniest bit.
"tell your pervert boyfriend to stop messing around," jc says, tight.
"he's your boyfriend, too," wwx shoots back. jc just scowls. that's not the point. wwx is the one who made him perverted.
"do you still have that empty coffee cup up there?" wwx asks after a while.
jc looks over at lwj, who says, "no pissing in the car."
"you heard him," jc confirms smugly. although he can't tear his eyes away from that empty cup innocently sitting in the cup holder now though.
a wave of jealousy hits him. wwx has it so /easy/. it would feel so good if jc could just open his pants and let go right now without moving, trusting the cup to catch it. he wouldn't even have to let it all out - just a little, to take the pressure off.
"I was just going to spit my gum out!" wwx protests. "come on, i wouldn't CHEAT."
jc gives him the side-eye as he hands back the empty cup and keeps his eye on him as he takes it. he absolutely would not put it past wwx to cheat.
Wwx sticks his tongue out, showing jc the chewed wad of gum. jc glares at him but keeps watching as wwx spits it into the cup and snaps the lid back on over it.
"what, do you want to ~watch me~?" wwx leers. "want to see me whip it out right here in the back seat?"
jc scowls even as his cheeks heat up and his cunt pulses with arousal. good. maybe getting horny will keep things tight enough in there that he'll win. "gross," he says.
wwx is honestly impressed jc's managed to hold out this long. the water he'd drunk earlier is starting to make itself known; it will feel /so/ good when this is finally over. he'll be peeing before he knows it, he tells himself. this discomfort is all temporary.
gradually, the traffic around them gets thicker, slowing bit by bit until they're hemmed in by cars on all sides, creeping along at nearly a standstill. there isn't a city nearby, so there's no reason for this and no hint of when it might let up.
going slow is agonizingly worse than going fast. wwx white-knuckles through the stops and starts, teeth clenched as each movement of the car reminds him how tight his bladder is and how far from relief they are.
in the front seat, jc is clenching so tight his body is nearly hovering above the seat.
lwj glances over at him, and at wwx in the back seat. "I can pull off onto the shoulder if it's an emergency," he offers.
"lan zhan!" wwx exclaims. "where everyone can see us?"
jc rolls his eyes. there's no way wwx has any grounds to sound so scandalized, after all the places jc has caught him and lwj having sex.
"if either of you are close to making a mess in the car. you will tell me," lwj says in a tone that brooks no argument.
jc nods tightly and wwx whines his agreement from the back seat. this is it, then. the final lap. jc feels like he's trying to keep an entire ocean back through force of will alone.
there can't be that much liquid inside him, can there? but it feels infinite. the weight of it pushing down is making him feel so hot and sensitive he can't discern between arousal and the simple need to let go anymore. it's all one huge, burning need for relief.
jc watches the scenery crawl by. what was once the unremarkable rolling grass and underbrush of the embankment now only looks like a series of places to hide and piss.
that rise there....jc eyes it speculatively. if there was a corresponding hollow behind it, they'd be hidden from the road.
or up ahead, where the woods encroach close to the road. he could easily walk into there and - but no, the trees are too spaced out, too easy to see into from the road. it would be obvious what he was doing.
and could he even bring himself to relieve himself in public at all? it feels like he doesn't have a choice, but the side of the busy highway is much different from the woods while camping or the private beach his family used to vacation at.
after an eternity - probably five minutes - the speed of the traffic around them begins to pick up and then they're through a construction zone, speeding along as if the gridlock had never happened. jc's bladder feels like one big, painful snarl in his lower belly.
he's genuinely not sure he could stand right now without losing a little piss (and it'll be only a little if he's *lucky*), and his scanning for exit signs begins to take on a desperate tinge.
behind him, wwx is jiggling his leg in a frantic rhythm. "stop that," jc grits out.
"can't," wwx says, sounding equally on edge.
"are you - you're doing the potty dance, aren't you. hah! enjoy defeat, loser."
"ew, don't call it that," wwx says. "i'm just. distracting myself."
the sound of the turn signal barely registers over their argument, and jc doesn't fully realize that lwj has pulled off onto the shoulder until the car comes to a halt and he pulls up the parking break with a click. the quiet is shocking after the constant hum of the road.
lwj unbuckles and exits the car without saying anything. for a moment, jc manically wonders if the two of them have finally gotten to be too much for him and he's just going to walk off over the horizon.
then the doors open, first the back and then the passenger door jc was leaning on, and lwj's voice says, "come on. if we hike down there, we can't be seen from the road."
hiking?? jc doesn't even think he can get out of the car, but he has to. he can't let wwx win.
it's less of a hike and more of a stiff waddle down the slope to the place lwj had identified. jc watches wwx try to walk normally, realize it's an impossibility, and resign himself to waddling when lwj declines to carry him.
"please, lan zhan?"
"It would be unfair to jiang cheng," lwj says evenly, as if he's just as invested in their competition as wwx is. wwx huffs.
a little blurt of wetness soaks jc's underwear and he curses. he let his attention wander for /one second/ and nearly ruins everything. he stands stock still, sweating with the effort of holding the rest back, until he trusts himself to waddle forward again.
"here," lwj says, when they've walked far enough down the wooded slope that the highway is invisible behind them. in front of them, the trees partially obscure a vista of rolling hills. there's not another person in sight for miles.
lwj directs wwx and jc to stand 4 feet apart at inscrutable points of his choosing, then walks down the hill another two paces, opens his pants, and lets out a massive stream of piss with a relieved sigh. jc's cunt throbs in sympathy and he presses his legs viciously together.
the stream seems to go on forever. with lwj facing down the hill, jc can't see it leave his body, but he finds that he wants to. he feels half-crazed with need, expanding senselessly out in all directions.
next to him, wwx is unabashedly watching, his mouth hanging open.
lwj shakes a stray drop off his hand when he's done, then pats himself dry with a tissue from his pocket and zips his pants back up. he turns around and leans against a tree with a good view of jc and wwx, looking utterly casual and unaffected.
jc's mouth goes dry. suddenly he might. have some idea about what made it so hard for wwx and lwj to stay out of each other's pants in public.
"now what??" wwx asks, sounding more than a little desperate. he shifts his weight from foot to foot.
"we could all go back to the car," lwj says.
jc's little gasp of indignation draws lwj's eyes to him, so it's with the full weight of lwj's calm gaze that he has to hear, "or I could suck you both off until you end this silly game."
"BOTH of us?" wwx squeaks, as if he hadn't been the one to poke and prod them into this triad. "until we-?"
lwj nods. static fills jc's head and he thinks his vision might briefly white out.
"or...?" wwx says, very weakly. bless him for knowing there was another "or".
"or I stand here and watch and the two of you keep playing your game for as long as you like," lwj says, as if he doesn't care at all which option they pick.
jc glances over at wwx, mind still just a wall of static. he can't /choose/ to. to piss in lwj's mouth.
but if he HAD to - if he was given no choice - his body flushes hot and cold all over, unsure if it's panicked or aroused.
"you'll get wet," wwx is saying to lwj. "i mean, you might - you'll probably - we could ruin your clothes-"
"I have more clothes in the car," lwj says.
"hhh," jc says, faintly. he hadn't considered. if they BOTH - did that. how wet lwj would get. the way he's so unbothered just makes it hotter. it shouldn't even be hot in the first place.
"ok," wwx says. "yeah, ok-" he grimaces, crossing his legs, as a small wet spot blooms over his crotch. "-the middle one. fuck, hurry."
somehow, lwj talks them both through removing their pants and shoes and setting them aside on higher ground without any further accidents.
the mild air on jc's bared legs makes him shiver; he feels excruciatingly naked. lwj has them move closer together so he can kneel between them, and jc might lose a little more piss in the process. but everything there is so hot and wet already, it's hard to know for sure.
lwj braces himself with a hand on each of their thighs, leaning over to lick wwx first. wwx gives a full-bodied shudder when lwj's tongue makes contact with his dick, fists clenching at his sides and toes curling in the leaf litter. jc is riveted.
another drop of piss leaks out; jc /aches/ from how hard he's been holding back.
"don't," he says when lwj turns to him. "i'm all -"
"good," lwj says, his eyes molten, and he leans in.
the first touch of his velvet tongue to jc's aching, swollen clit feels like being dipped into lightning. he grabs wwx's hand and squeezes it until the bones creak. he can't let go. he MUST hold on. the alternative is unthinkable.
the thing though. is that lwj is very good at giving head. jc has never been forced to appreciate it under such extreme high-stakes circumstances before. but as lwj switches between them, working them both into sweaty, twitching, messes, jc is forced to acknowledge it:
he is going to piss all over wwx's - their - boyfriend. and he is going to like it. he can feel it building, a hot creep up his spine, a clenching of all his muscles so tight it verges into pain.
the pauses where lwj has turned to work on wwx are no respite; jc just feels trembly and overfull, sure that letting go without lwj there would be losing, unable to push himself over that edge.
jc's legs are shaking when lwj goes back to him, tonging up and down his slit and sucking so gently on his clit it makes jc sob. lwj tongues at him, working the hood up in a way that makes jc feel wild before sucking him again.
on the next pass his tongue hits some nerve and just like that jc is pissing, a heavy stream of it that sprays messily over lwj's face. he's not even conscious of letting go; it's like a switch flipped and his body just went ahead without him.
lwj nuzzles into the stream; jc closes his eyes and wwx groans next to him. jc wishes he could stop - this is embarrassing, it's humiliating, he would never purposely do this, ever - but his tired muscles won't squeeze anymore. he can only stand there on wobbly legs as it pours out of him.
when he finally squints his eyes open, he sees that wwx has let go too, piss dripping down lwj's arm as he greedily fondles wwx's dick. wwx is breathing heavily, his chest heaving as he watches them both soak lwj's hair, his clothes.
jc thinks he sees a drop glistening on an eyelash, and he has to shut his eyes again. lwj turns to wwx, mouthing at him as his hand slides up jc's leg to work at him, teasing another, slower stream of piss out. it doesn't seem to end.
at last, overstimulated and emptied out, jc stumbles back and squats down, legs unwilling to hold him any longer. he watches blearily as lwj bobs on wwx's dick, fingertips digging dents into the meat of his ass. he might swallow; jc looks away before he can be sure.
in the aftermath, lwj lets them both wipe up with his mostly-dry pants, and sends wwx back up to the car for a change of clothes from lwj's overnight bag. jc's head is still spinning. he can't believe that just /happened/.
"that was." he says, and then stops, no idea what would come next.
"mn," lwj agrees. he's an absolute mess. jc can't wait to bully him into the shower when they get to the motel. he can't wait to - well. if they're already in the shower...
there's no chance lwj would want a second round of golden showers in one day, right? jc has to calm down. just because he's made a new discovery about himself doesn't mean he has to - he can still be into all the vanilla stuff, too.
lwj squeezes his shoulder and jc takes a breath. "let's stop for milkshakes," lwj says. "next exit."
"yeah," jc says. wwx is crashing through the forest back down to them. milkshakes sounds good. they'll figure this out.