January 2019 Drabble #2

McCree+Hanzo accidental wetting/bladder desperation

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They’ve been closed in for far too long, and while neither Jesse nor Hanzo have a problem with claustrophobia, the wait for their companions to break them out of the little room the rubble has left them becomes more and more unbearable.

They have sequestered themselves as far away from one another as possible, their murmured conversations tapering off as the hours wore on.

Jesse shifts restlessly, his leg jiggling until it has the opposite effect and jostles his bladder so much it becomes unbearable. He stays absolutely still now, breathing carefully.

He glances over at Hanzo. He looks about as miserable as Jesse feels: pale with sweat slowly forming at his temples. Fighting against the inevitable.

Jesse lets his head fall back, thumping it against the wall. He scrunches his eyes shut. He is a grown man; he can’t remember ever feeling how his body is failing him, but now he has to actively fight his desire to just… let go.

They are both fighting tooth and nail. They could just stand up and piss in one of the corners, he supposes, but the room they’re in is small and they don’t want to have to deal with the mess.

He pulls in a rattling breath and just wants to tell Hanzo that he feels like soon he won’t be able to guarantee anything anymore, when Hanzo makes a soft, pained sound.

Jesse glances over, his mouth going dry as he sees Shimada hunched over, his hands pressed between his thighs.

Child like. A child that is about to piss their pants.

He watches, mouth open in a soft ‘o’ of surprise as Hanzo pulls his meaty shoulders up, nearly covering his hot ears as he cries out rough and distressed, and then just… 

“McCree, don’t-” Hanzo honest to God almost sobs it out, his face a mask of pure anguish. “Don’t look!”

Jesse can’t not look, though. He stares with his mouth open and his body reacting like it’s sympathetic with Hanzo, his bladder just emptying itself without much more fanfare.

He groans at the absolutely delicious rush of elation that makes his muscles go all loose and pliant. Jesse leans back, his legs spreading as the dark wet spot in his crotch quickly grows. 

When he opens his eyes again, Hanzo is staring at him. They watch each other piss their pants with an almost childlike vulnerability. Hanzo’s cheeks are brick red, his eyes suspiciously wet as he keeps his hands between his clenched thighs as if trying to stem the hot flood of urine soaking him.

Jesse can’t remember a moment he has ever felt as mortified and horrible as in this second; the horror about Hanzo of all people seeing him like this mixes into a weird cocktail with the utter ecstatic elation of finally relieving his achingly full bladder.

He is disgusted at how he also can’t look away from Hanzo curling in on himself; now sitting in a little puddle of his own piss, so horribly embarrassed that his whole face is scrunched up – and it excites him. His cock is twitching in the wet confines of his pants, disregarding the fact that soon they have to stand in front of their allies like a pair of little boys with their pants wet, reeking of piss.

He’s a grown fucking man but still he finds out new weird shit he’s into.