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Snowshoeing, Bucky had discovered, was not actually a fun activity. It was exercise, even for a supersoldier, and after an hour, he still didn’t have the technique down. Steve seemed to think it was fun, but he’d always been a weirdo. Don’t get Bucky wrong, he’d loved Steve since he was old enough to know what love was, but the guy had been itching to go to war when other people were praying not to get drafted and ran headfirst into danger all the time. He wasn’t exactly normal.

He was shuffling along gamely, following Steve’s trail, when suddenly his bladder throbbed and he had to piss now. It was a problem he’d been dealing with since he had gotten his mind back; he had been conditioned to ignore his own needs, and now he didn’t notice a lot of them—hunger, tiredness, and, yes, the need to piss—until it was extreme. It wasn’t something he liked about himself, and even after all this time, it was humiliating when he had to ask Steve to pull over when they were driving, or when he had to put a pause on bedroom activities because his bladder was screaming at him to go, go, go.

Thanks to this holdout from his life as the Winter Soldier, he knew what he needed to do and was experienced with it: get to some semblance of privacy, even if it was only a tree, quickly, and let it out before it got worse. The problem was that the closest trees were pretty far away, and snowshoeing was not exactly an efficient means of moving. Still, he turned toward the small grove of pines that was maybe a klick away and started making his way over to it, trying to ignore the pounding feeling in his bladder.

He bit his lip when he realized it was worse than usual. Most of the time, he had five minutes or so of warning before the situation got dire, but he could tell that wasn’t the case now. No, this was already starting to feel like an emergency rather than just one in the making, and he was suddenly not so sure he could make it an entire kilometer before he lost it. He really, really didn’t want to piss in the middle of the field, though. It would be so obvious, a big yellow spot in the middle of pristine, new snow. At least pissing against a tree was acceptable, even normal, for a grown man, unlike whipping it out in the middle of nowhere because you couldn’t make it to cover.

Snowshoeing was even more difficult with a bladder screaming for release, but Bucky trudged on, hoping that Steve would leave him be. They were already each doing their own thing, as Steve was better on snowshoes than Bucky. Hopefully he wouldn’t turn around and see Bucky rushing off, or would ignore him if he did. This was a relatively common thing for him, but he still didn’t like Steve seeing it. Usually he had a few minutes of knowing he needed to go before it got too bad, and that tended to be enough to just excuse himself and go to the bathroom like everyone else, perhaps walking just a little faster. Yes, there were exceptions, like road trips, and, fuck, Bucky had had one terse “next exit, Stevie” and one gasped “fuck, you gotta pull over” on their way to the mountains for this little vacation, but that didn’t mean he wanted Steve to notice when it was at all avoidable.

Oh God, this was definitely an emergency. Bucky was wearing a glove on his flesh and blood hand, so he stuck his metal one in his pocket and squeezed himself through the thin fabric. The hand was cold and he could practically feel his dick shriveling, but holding himself made him feel a tiny bit better, even if his movements got more awkward. “Shit,” he muttered to himself, trying and failing to pick up his pace. It was hard enough to walk normally when he had to go this badly, much less shuffle forward on unfamiliar and uncomfortable shoes.

As usual, he wondered how the hell he hadn’t noticed until now. Why couldn’t his bladder send him signals before it got overly full, like everyone else’s did? Fuck, he was so close to the trees and yet so far. If he hadn’t been goddamn snowshoeing, he would be near them by now, so close to finally letting go. He groaned softly when his bladder spasmed and he could feel some piss force its way out of his slit. No, it was too early for that! He should have had at least five minutes before he started leaking, and he knew that once he started, it was only a matter of time before he legitimately couldn’t hold it anymore.

He had only had an honest-to-God accident a few times, most recently when he had needed to go while in the Avengers gym and had thought he had time to get back to his and Steve’s apartment. He wasn’t a big fan of going in a public restroom when he could avoid it; it was always so much and he usually had to rush pretty obviously, so he had risked a ride up the elevator back to their floor and had nearly pissed himself inside it. Halfway up, urine had started dribbling out and he’d had to double over, holding himself and silently begging the car to move faster. Luckily, he had gotten to his floor and managed to stagger out before the floodgates broke, meaning he hadn’t had an accident in a public place but instead in a private one. Even better, Steve had been out of town that week, and he had been able to clean it up himself, leaving no one the wiser.

Shit, shit, he could feel another leak starting. The trees, at least 300 meters away, were a fucking pipe dream at this point, and he made himself stop. There was no way he was going to get to them, and every step further was another stress on his bladder, and another moment to get closer to an accident. Wishing like hell he had some cover, Bucky used his teeth to tug the glove off of his right hand and dropped it on the ground; he didn’t want to risk letting go of himself with the metal one to use it. Riding the line between careful and fast, he opened up his belt, groaning a little when the action caused the buckle to dig into his abdomen, right where all the liquid was sitting.

His bladder gave a sudden, agonizing throb, and he knew stopping had been the right choice. He fumbled with his button and zipper, desperate to get them open before the leak in his pants became a gush. Fuck, he was stuck between Steve and the trees, bent over and pawing at himself. If the blond turned his way, he’d be able to guess what was happening. Hot shame prickled at the back of his neck, but it couldn’t be helped. Finally, just as he was starting to panic at the possibility of pissing himself even after deciding to stop, he managed to pull his zipper down. Knowing that he was racing against time, he practically yanked his dripping cock out, yellow pattering on the snow gently for a moment before his brain got the message and he started going in earnest.

It was a couple of seconds before he could straighten up and aim, but those seconds were amazing, even with his bladder still cramping angrily. “Oh fuck,” he gasped quietly, not wanting to draw Steve’s attention but also unable to keep quiet as the pain finally gave way to pure, relieved pleasure.

Sometimes he hated how good it felt, like his body was rewarding him for barely making it, but right now he was too caught up in the feeling to be mad about it. Honestly, he tended not to hate the feeling in the moment; it was hard to dislike something that felt so good while it was happening. It was only after, when the humiliation overtook the relief, that he got mad at his body for making pissing so pleasurable he sometimes got a semi from it. Taking a deep breath, he tilted his head back for a moment before looking down.

Oh no. It would be so obvious to anyone who passed just what had happened. There was a big patch of yellow snow, a little lower than the white around it since the heat was melting it, and there were no paw prints leading up to it. Fuck, he wanted to get away as soon as possible, to quite literally distance himself from this whole thing, but he was still going. He reminded himself that it was just him and Steve out here, and that by the time anyone else came around, he would likely be long gone, but he still didn’t like the idea. Someone might stumble on the evidence of his desperation and laugh at the idea of the dumb sap who couldn’t even get to the trees to piss.

His stream lightened up for a moment before returning to a gush so strong it almost hurt, and he groaned a little, caught between pleasure and pain. By now, he knew this was going to end with a semi, and he wanted to finish before it got difficult. Maybe he could get Steve to hurry back to their rented cabin and fuck him in front of the fireplace, he thought, feeling his dick firm up a little bit at the idea.

Steve was always so tender, but sometimes Bucky could goad him into losing control and just pounding him into the mattress—or floor, or couch, or whatever surface they could get to fastest. He tried not to dwell on the thought, since he was still pissing and didn’t want to get too turned on, but his brain was more than happy to go down that rabbit hole, thinking on when Steve had last folded him practically in half and drilled into him with sharp, precise thrusts.

Oh shit, he was getting hard. His dick had a mind of its own, and apparently didn’t care how cold it was outside or how much liquid was still sloshing around in his bladder. He bore down to try to force his stream out a little faster, and by the time his dick had gotten half hard and stopped pissing, he was pretty sure he had gotten most of it out. He gave himself a consoling squeeze, and then one more because, fuck, it felt good, and jumped when he heard a chuckle behind him.

“Mm, someone’s having a good time,” Steve said, wrapping his arms around Bucky and pressing up against his back. “Hey, no, it’s not a bad thing!” he added hastily when the brunet blushed deeply and tried to hide his face. “I know your body gives you weird signals when you piss, and I like when you’re hard.” He reached his hand out and gently knocked Bucky’s away from his cock, replacing it with his own. “Must’ve felt real good if you got hard out in the snow.”

“Shut up,” Bucky muttered, but he tilted his head back to draw Steve into a kiss.

This had happened a couple times before, when Bucky had gotten a semi from pissing and Steve had been close enough to notice, but that didn’t make it any less embarrassing every time. On the other hand, the drag of Steve’s warm hand over his growing erection was chasing away the humiliation he felt, because the blond knew exactly how to push his buttons.

“That’s it,” Steve breathed, ducking his head to nip at Bucky’s neck. “You’re so good, Buck,” he praised, feeling the flesh in his hand harden and fill out. 

“I was thinkin’ ‘bout you,” Bucky admitted breathily. “Want you to fuck me on the floor when we get back.”

Steve grinned. “Oh, I can do that,” he promised, pulling his hand away for a moment to lick it before starting to stroke his boyfriend with more purpose. “I’ll give you whatever you want.” He pressed his hips forward as his own dick started to wake up, searching for pressure from Bucky’s ass through the layers of warm clothes they both wore. He grunted softly when Bucky ground back against him. “Yeah, baby, just like that.”

Bucky moaned quietly as Steve carefully pulled his foreskin back and thumbed at the head of his dick, already shiny with precome. God, he wished they were at the cabin so Steve could put that big dick inside him. He could feel it growing against his ass, and he kept up little circles with his hips that he knew would drive the other man wild. “Oh, God,” he gasped when Steve let go of his hip, reached into his pants, and began to roll his heavy balls in his palm. “Fuck, squeeze ‘em a bit, babydoll.”

Steve did as instructed, tugging Bucky’s earlobe between his teeth as the brunet made a high-pitched sound in the back of his throat. He sped up his other hand, making sure to drag Bucky’s foreskin up and down on every stroke. The other man squirmed in front of him, briefly losing his grinding rhythm before finding it again.

As Steve jerked him, Bucky felt some pressure, and he honestly couldn’t tell if he still had to piss or if he was just super turned on. It reminded him of the early days of puberty, when he’d looked at Stevie or another boy and then assumed he had just needed to go to the bathroom, only to find when he went that his bladder hadn’t actually been that full. He shuddered a bit as he remembered discovering his own dick and then, years down the line, Steve’s. The first time they had touched each other, curled up on a threadbare mattress and muffling their noises with each other’s mouths, they had both come explosively and quickly.

“Can’t wait for you to fuck me,” Bucky breathed, reaching behind himself with one hand to grab Steve’s ass, making the other man’s hips stutter against him for a moment before resuming their movements. “Want you to split me open on that big dick and just pound me till you come.”

“What about you?” Steve asked, though he liked the sound of what his boyfriend was suggesting.

Bucky shrugged. “I wanna see you so turned on and desperate you forget about me,” he told the blond. “Love when you’re so far gone you can’t slow down or wait for me.” Steve was the most selfless person he knew, and making him feel so good he got selfish always gave Bucky a thrill.

Steve squeezed his boyfriend’s cock and thumbed the head on the next upstroke, grinning against Bucky’s neck when he gasped. “The faster you come, the faster we get back and I can fuck you,” he murmured.

That sounded amazing to the brunet, and he thrust into Steve’s hand and back against his dick in sharp movements. “Yeah, oh, fuck, yeah,” he chanted, barely noticing what he was saying. A minute later, Steve let go of his balls and pressed his thumb firmly to his perineum while stroking his erection so fast his hand was a blur, and Bucky’s balls tightened quickly. “Fuck, fuck, just a little more!” His head tipped back against Steve’s shoulder and he moaned, far more loudly than he meant to. “Fuuuuck!” He arched into the other man’s grip and came hard, semen spurting out of his cock and immediately disappearing in the snow. He whimpered a little through the aftershocks, and then jerked in Steve’s arms as he realized that the pressure in his lower belly hadn’t gone away when he’d come. “Oh shit,” he gasped, voice a little panicked now rather than pleasured. “Shit, I still gotta piss.”

“That’s okay,” Steve said soothingly, rubbing his thumb over Bucky’s twitching, softening cock and pointing it down toward the ground once more. “C’mon, Buck, just go,” he added after a couple seconds in which nothing happened.

“Can’t,” Bucky told him in a strangled voice, though his control was a mess immediately after an orgasm. “Not with you…”

Steve got the message and he took his hand off of the other man’s dick and backed up a few paces. He didn’t turn away, though, and Bucky blushed as he just barely managed to get his own hand on himself to aim before his stream started up, albeit with much less force than before.

He sighed in relief as it stopped after a few seconds; a long piss in front of Steve would have been a lot to deal with. Now, though, he could tuck himself back into his pants and turn to the blond with a slightly embarrassed grin. “Still down to fuck me?”

Steve smiled back at him. “Always.”

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After so many years of nonstop action that he hadn’t had a choice in, Bucky honestly kind of loved sedate, pointless outings with Steve. He couldn’t turn off the post-traumatic hypervigilance, but it was still relaxing to wander around a farmers market without a list, or walk down the street in the evening until they saw a restaurant that interested them. Today, it was a slow stroll in the park, where people were doing all kinds of things around them. It was blissfully normal. They were both wearing baseball caps to hide their faces a bit, and either they were fooling everyone or the people who noticed them were too polite to bother them, because they hadn’t been interrupted the whole time, and the anonymity was nice. They were just another couple taking advantage of the beautiful day, not Captain America and the former Winter Soldier.

“I need to go to the art supply store later,” Steve said after a few minutes of companionable silence. “Wanna come?”

“Sure,” Bucky answered. While he didn’t find the art supply store nearly as interesting at Steve did, he liked spending time with the blond and would happily tag along all sorts of places. Besides, watching Steve’s face light up was one of Bucky’s favorite things, and a set of good pastels or some nice watercolor pencils tended to cause that. Steve was a complete dork, and Bucky adored him.

Steve gave him a smile. “Great! I just need a a new sketchbook and charcoal, and maybe a big piece of drawing paper. If you’re okay with it, I want to do a portrait of you without the arm. You don’t have to, obviously, and…”

The blond kept going, but Bucky lost the thread because his bladder suddenly felt impossibly heavy and full. Fuck, not now. They were in the middle of a date, and everything had been blissfully normal, and now Bucky would have to interrupt. It wasn’t like when this happened at a restaurant, either, where he could find a stopping point with Steve and just pop to the bathroom, because he had no idea if there were facilities anywhere in the park.

Internally, he berated himself for not scoping out the bathroom situation as soon as they had arrived. What kind of fantasy world was he living in where he wouldn’t have to piss, and piss soon, at some point in the afternoon?

In fairness to himself, they went on a lot of dates and most of the time, he didn’t have to cut things off and to run for a bathroom. Still, he always knew it was a possibility, and he should have been proactive. Now, though, he was forced to be reactive. “Uh, Steve?” he interrupted, a blush creeping over his face. “Did you see bathrooms anywhere?”

Steve didn’t seem to mind being interrupted, and switched gears immediately. “I think there were some near where we came in,” he offered, but he knew getting back to the park entrance, maybe fifteen minutes away, would be asking a lot of Bucky’s bladder. As much as the brunet hated him knowing, Steve was also experienced in how this went, and he knew that it would only be five or so minutes until Bucky was clutching himself and doing a little dance to try and stay in control. “Is that an option?” He was pretty sure he knew the answer, but he didn’t want to embarrass Bucky by just assuming, out loud, that he wouldn’t make it that far.

Bucky grimaced and shook his head. “Think there’s anything else?” he asked chewing his lip a little as his bladder throbbed.

Steve looked around. “Let’s head up that way,” he suggested, nodding toward the path a few feet away that veered off to the right. He could see a backhoe in the distance, which seemed like a good sign. “Maybe there’s something there for construction workers.” Even if there weren’t, it looked pretty deserted that way, which would be a good thing if Bucky hit his breaking point.

Clenching his jaw, Bucky headed off in the direction that Steve had indicated, determined to make it somewhere before things got much worse. He really didn’t like the thought of anyone seeing him clutching himself or running off awkwardly, even from a distance. It was bad enough that Steve saw these things; he didn’t need the world to witness his humiliation, thank you very much.

After a couple minutes of trudging along, he had to stop suddenly and press a hand to his crotch. “Gimme a second,” he told Steve, face burning. His bladder was heavy and getting painful between his legs, and he wished they had stuck closer to the bathrooms in case of something like this. “M’good,” he said, straightening up and trying to regain a sense of composure.

Steve glanced worriedly at Bucky, but started to walk again when the brunet did. He hated seeing his boyfriend like this, both physically uncomfortable and painfully embarrassed, but it couldn’t be helped. All he could do was offer support and try to find something for him. When he caught a glimpse of something blue near the construction equipment, he felt a tiny sense of victory. “I think there’s a porta-potty up there, Buck.”

“Thank fuck,” Bucky muttered, following Steve’s gaze to see for himself. It was farther than he wanted, but it was so, so much better than nothing. It was a promise of private relief rather than a public spectacle, if he could just make it a little further. He shuddered a bit as his bladder throbbed at the thought of emptying, but he just squeezed his thighs together a bit as he walked. When that didn’t help, he tried picking up his pace a little. He wasn’t sure if that was better; he would get there faster, but it was more difficult to keep the muscles between his bladder and his piss slit tight.

Fuck, he couldn’t slow down, though. The urge was getting worse with every step, to the point where he was genuinely worried about making it maybe five minutes to the porta-potty. There wasn’t any cover between his current location and the construction site, so the blue box in the distance was his only option. 

His bladder spasmed, pushing a tiny bit of piss to the tip of his dick, and he gasped quietly. This couldn’t be happening on a date less than a mile from a porta-potty. It was always humiliating to take an emergency leak in front of Steve, but to be so close to an actual solution and not make it would be even worse. He reached down with his right hand to squeeze at his crotch; it wasn’t dignified, but a visible wet spot from a leak would be worse.

“Fuck,” he muttered as the urge got even worse. “Stevie, I gotta…” He didn’t really know how to finish the sentence, but he knew that his boyfriend would get what he meant as he broke into an uncomfortable, stilted jog. Oh, God, he had to go, but relief was close. 

His bladder felt heavy as a stone, and he kept his hand buried in his crotch even as he rushed down the slight hill toward the construction area. “Fuck, no,” he gasped to himself when he felt a short rush of hot liquid in his underwear; he had honestly thought he’d had it under control. He squeezed himself roughly, almost painfully, and tried his damndest to clench his muscles up again.

The porta-potty was fully in view by now, tantalizingly close but still so far. Bucky was pretty sure it was a toss-up as to whether or not he would make it, and that wasn’t a good feeling. Stopping to just go would feel so good and take away the possibility of an actual accident, but he couldn’t, not in public. He stumbled a bit as he felt another leak try to make its way down his dick, but he managed to head it off and turn it into a drip instead of a gush. 

Two more minutes to the porta-potty at this pace, his tactical brain supplied. He could hold on for another two minutes, right? He ground his teeth together a little as he tried to convince himself that was true, feeling the dampness starting to soak through his jeans. Shit, now there would be evidence of what had happened when they headed back to their car at the front of the park. He would have blushed at the thought, but his face was already on fire just from knowing what he looking like: a grown man, obviously running desperately for a porta-potty like a small child.

Oh, his bladder was screaming for release now. He stumbled as he jogged but managed to thankfully keep going; he was pretty sure that falling over would have been the end of him. Still gripping his penis through his jeans, he continued on shaking legs toward the oh-so-close blue plastic box. Just one final push, he told himself. One final push and he’d be there. He felt another leak in his pants and stopped in his tracks to crouch over and fight for control. “No, fuck please,” he muttered, not sure who he was begging. He couldn’t lose it this close to a genuine, socially acceptable solution.

He couldn’t stand back up, but he was determined to make it the last few yards. With his right hand cemented in his crotch, he walked forward awkwardly, bent over double. His thighs were squeezed together, so his steps were short, but he was positive that straightening up would make him lose it. Moaning softly, he shuffled up to the porta-potty and reached out with his metal hand to tug the door open.

Even as he scooted into the blue plastic room, Bucky could feel his bladder spasming. He pulled the door shut behind him and engaged the little lock so it would stay closed, and then turned his attention to how to get his dick out without losing it. Standing directly in front of the bowl-shaped plastic urinal, he used his left hand to undo his button, but was then faced with the fact he would have to let himself go in order to pull his zipper down. As much as he hated to do it, it was his only option, and time was running out before his bladder gave up right in front of the urinal. “Oh, oh, shit,” he gasped, then bit his lip as he forced his right hand to let go so his left could fight his zipper down as quickly as possible.

Letting go of his dick made everything a million times worse, and he felt a slow leak start. It said something about his predicament that he was just happy it was just a trickle rather than a gush. Getting his zipper down wasn’t easy, as the damp fabric presented a challenge, but he managed to force it with a strong yank. “Fuck, fuck,” he chanted, fishing his leaking dick out of his boxers. He aimed into the waist-height shallow plastic bowl between the toilet and sink and finally stopped holding back.

Piss spurted from his dick so quickly he nearly doubled over again, and he moaned loudly. Now that he wasn’t racing against the possibility of an accident, he carefully used his metal hand to pull his foreskin back a bit before reaching up and using it to brace against the wall. Without any input from his brains, his legs spread a little wider and he emptied his absurdly-full bladder, making soft, pleasured noises as the pain in his lower abdomen slowly gave way to sweet, sweet relief. “Mm,” he moaned, tipping his head back in pleasure as he kept pissing. He knew his body, even if he didn’t always notice its signals until it was almost too late; it was going to take over a minute to empty his bladder, even going full force like he was now.

 He jumped a little when there was a knock on the door. “Someone’s in here,” he called out, hoping his voice sounded normal, that the pleasure and relief and lingering humiliation didn’t come through.

“You okay, Buck?” Steve asked softly through the door.

“Yeah,” the brunet answered, biting back a groan as his stream jumped a little along with his dick, which was starting to react to how good it felt to finally go. “M’good.”

Steve was silent for a moment before asking, “You make it?”

Bucky hesitated for a moment before answering honestly. “Mostly.” He leaned a little more of his weight on the arm that was braced above his head, breathing heavily as he just kept going . He was going so fast and hard that the urinal was slow to drain his piss, and he could see it swirling and frothing as he added to it. He hummed in pleasure, high and in the back of his throat, as his bladder finally stopped throbbing. He still had a lot of piss inside of him, but at least the pain of holding it was going away.

“Let me know if you need anything,” Steve called softly, but Bucky wasn’t really listening. His dick was starting to plump up in his hand, but he ignored it and bore down to force his piss out faster as the stream started to lighten up. He knew from past experience that if he didn’t push it out, he would trickle for what felt like hours after he was done gushing desperately.

He moaned as his dick went from a steady stream to large spurts. It felt amazing to force out a second’s worth of pent-up piss, and he kept pushing it out. He didn’t want another emergency on the heels of this one, so he was determined to fully empty his bladder.

A minute later, he was pretty sure he had gotten everything out, and he shook his dick a couple times before tucking it back into his damp jeans and boxers. He was still panting a little from exertion and even a bit of pleasure as he turned to the sink to wash his hands. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself back down, uselessly blotted the front of his jeans with paper towels, and then opened the door to see Steve.

“Hey,” he said, face burning.

“Hey yourself,” Steve replied with a smile. “I don’t think there’s anyone around this whole construction site. How do you feel about fucking on a backhoe?”

Bucky grinned and pulled Steve in for a kiss. “You have such good ideas.”

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Bucky wasn’t sure why Steve liked hiking so much, but he had to admit the wooded mountain was pretty. The thin dirt trail they were on wound through the trees, barely breaking up the scenery, and it was like they were a part of nature.

Being on an actual trail felt nice and normal; back when he had been the Winter Soldier, he had spent some time in the woods, but never hiking premade trails like the rest of the world. This was the kind of thing that regular people did, and Bucky liked the idea of being a regular person, even if just for a few hours.

They had been going up the mountain for an hour and a half when the urge slammed into him out of nowhere, coming on faster than he could ever remember happening, and Bucky grabbed his crotch. Holy shit. A few seconds ago, he had felt a bit of a need, mild enough that he knew he had at least ten minutes, which was a long time for him, and now he genuinely felt like he was less than thirty seconds from pissing his pants. “Fuck,” he gasped, crouching down as his bladder practically screamed at him. Oh, God, he had to go so badly. Despite the fact he had barely needed to go fifteen seconds earlier, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to hold it long enough to get his dick out and avoid wetting himself.

Ahead of him, Steve stopped and turned around. “Buck?” the blonde asked worriedly. “You okay?”

Bucky was already tugging at his belt with the hand that wasn’t squeezing his dick through his jeans. “Fuck, Stevie, I’m gonna piss,” he groaned, humiliated to feel himself starting to leak. How had it come on this fast? He’d never had to go this badly this quickly before. “Oh, fuck!” He finally tore his belt open and attacked his button and fly, still crouched in the middle of the trail, just praying he wouldn’t ruin his jeans. As soon as his fly was down, he reached into his damp briefs and pulled out his dripping dick, barely getting the tip away from the fabric before he started pissing in earnest.

The urine puddled between his feet, the tip of his cock just an inch or so from the ground, spraying yellow liquid onto the packed dirt below. He moaned softly in relief—even when he’d had accidents a couple of times before, it had never been such a sudden urgency that he couldn’t even walk a single step. 

The puddle on the ground grew with each passing second, making a large circle and starting to run down the hill. Bucky was glad that he was wearing thick-soled boots, because otherwise his socks would already be wet. He thighs shook a little as piss continued to pour out of him, and he could feel his dick starting to twitch a little in excitement at the feeling of pure relief. 

His dick may have been happy, but Bucky himself was mortified. There were trees literally three feet away and he hadn’t been able to get to them. This was pretty much an accident, even if he had been able to fish his penis out of his pants before the flood started, and he was still going full force and unable to stop, even with his shocked boyfriend staring at him crouched on the ground, pissing desperately. “M’sorry,” he mumbled miserably, face burning as his stream lightened for just a second before gushing again.

“Hey, there’s nothing to be sorry for,” Steve said firmly. “Was I being…” He paused for a moment to find the right words. “I would’ve stopped if you’d asked,” he settled on.

“I didn’t know I had to go until I had to go right fuckin’ now,” Bucky explained, pretty sure he had never been this embarrassed. He was still pissing a fucking storm and it felt like he might never stop. How had his bladder held this much without sending a signal about needing emptying? “I was fine and then I just wasn’t .”

Steve nodded in understanding, shifting his weight from one foot to another. “Shit, Buck, now I’ve gotta go,” he said after a moment, laughing softly. He stepped off the path and unzipped his jeans, pushing them and his briefs down before taking hold of himself and aiming at the base of a tree. A second later, he let go, a noisy stream hitting the leaves on the ground. He sighed as the feeling of relief swept up his body; he definitely hadn’t needed to go as badly as his boyfriend, but it felt good to let it out all the same.

On the trail, Bucky was finally starting to feel more empty than full, and he bore down to force a few last spurts out before shaking his dick and standing up on shaky legs. He felt self-conscious as he tucked himself back into his damp, cooling briefs, but when he got himself zipped up he saw that there was only a small dark spot on his jeans, barely noticeable thanks to the dark wash denim.

By the tree, Steve finished up, gave himself two shakes, and pulled his pants back up. “Sorry about that,” he said with a rueful grin. “I probably should’ve been comforting you, but…” He shrugged. “You weren’t the only one whose bladder wasn’t gonna wait.”

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Maryland was pretty nice, it turned out, though Bucky was getting a bit restless in the passenger seat. It had been two hours since they had stopped for lunch, but they were both hoping to make it all the way to the bed and breakfast on the Eastern Shore instead of pausing to stretch their legs. 

Long drives weren’t Bucky’s favorite, but he preferred them to commercial flights. He didn’t like being surrounded by strangers, his brain unable to stop assessing them as possible threats, and the idea of being stuck in a cramped plane with a couple hundred people if he had a flashback or started dissociating was pretty awful. In the car, it was just him and Steve, who knew him almost better than he knew himself, who never judged him for what he needed. Plus, if he was being completely honest with himself about all of the downsides of air travel, he also wasn’t great with the fact there were stretches of thirty minutes or so where you couldn’t get to the bathroom. That may have been fine for most people, but it wasn’t for Bucky. The drive from New York to the Eastern Shore was far longer than a flight would be, but the trade-off was worth it for him.

Steve had put on a playlist that Sam had made them of early rock, the stuff they had just missed by a few years. “Don’t let white people tell you they invented this genre, because that’s just a lie,” he had said firmly when he was showing them how to download it to their phones. They had been shown that a few times, but Bucky always forgot. It wasn’t exactly a top priority, especially since Sam was pretty good about helping him when he needed it. For all the shit they gave each other, the man was a damn good friend.

He was in the middle of a text conversation to Sam about how some movie called Back to the Future had made it so a white guy was the first one to play “Roll Over, Beethoven” when his bladder made itself known. The need wasn’t as extreme as it sometimes was, so he wasn’t too worried about making it to a bathroom—they had been hitting exits and rest stops pretty consistently the whole way down, and he was pretty sure he had at least ten minutes before he hit his breaking point. It was only experience that told him he had that long, though; the actual feeling was pretty urgent, so he squeezed his thighs together and reached down to unbuckle his belt. “Can you take the next exit?” he asked.

“Yeah, of course,” Steve said, glancing over at his boyfriend. “You need me to pull over instead?” he asked when he saw the other man tensing up.

Bucky shook his head. “Nah, the next exit should be fine.”

“Let me know if that changes. There have been signs for some bridge for a while, but I’m betting there’ll be something before or right after,” Steve told him, turning his attention back to the road. He switched from the left lane to the right, getting ready to pull off as soon as he saw an option for the brunet. 

A couple minutes later, Bucky’s legs were bouncing and his right hand had made its way to his crotch, but he knew that he still had time before he had to ask Steve to pull over. That was always a last resort, especially with how many cars were on the road. He kept his eyes peeled for exit or rest stop signs, but he had yet to see any. He was trying not to get too nervous, since there were usually only signs a mile or two before an exit, and he wasn’t two minutes away from an accident yet. The Bay Bridge was apparently in three miles, and he was hoping that Steve was right about an exit before or after. Three minutes to get to the bridge, probably thirty seconds to get over it, and then he’d have a restroom. That was doable.

When they got on the bridge, Bucky realized his mistake. “How long is this fuckin’ bridge?” he asked, his voice pitching up with the start of panic. He literally couldn’t see the end of the bridge, even though it was flat, and there were cars taking up the whole thing, so Steve couldn’t speed over to the other side.

“Shit,” Steve muttered, looking over at Bucky for a moment with a pitying grimace. “M’sorry, Buck, I thought it was a normal bridge.”

This wasn’t good. Bucky had thought he was two or three minutes from a bathroom or, at the very worst, a dash into the woods by the side of the highway. Now he was on a bridge, no chance of pulling over, and there was nothing in sight. “Steve, I gotta go,” he said, hating both the words and his shaky tone.

“The bridge can’t be more than a few miles long,” Steve told him, hoping that he was right. “Is that… can you do that?”

Bucky inhaled deeply and took stock of his body. “Maybe,” he answered doubtfully, squeezing his dick. He had to go so badly that it felt like not only was his bladder full, but that there was piss already in his dick, ready to burst out. While he thought he might be able to wait three or four more minutes, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to get to the trees at that point.

Internally, he berated himself for not planning for this possibility. He should have bought one of those big plastic urinals they had in hospitals or something. They had gotten bottled water earlier in the day and had drunk most of it, but the opening was far too small for his dick to fit into, and he was sure he had more than half a liter in his bladder. He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants so he could slip his hand inside to hold himself tightly. It was a depressing comment on his life that he was pleased to find that his dick was completely dry, but he had a feeling that wasn’t going to last very long.

He grunted a little as his bladder throbbed and, sure enough, a bit of urine leaked out, wetting the skin of his palm. “Oh, shit,” he groaned; there was no way he was going to make it long enough for Steve to pull over on the other side of the bridge. “Steve, I really gotta go,” he said, almost whimpering from just how bad the need had gotten. Cutting his losses, he pulled his hand back out of his briefs and opened the plastic water bottle. “M’sorry, I can’t…” He didn’t finish his sentence, just pressed the tip of his dick to the small mouth of the bottle and let go. “Oh, oh, fuck ,” he moaned, forcing his hips to stay still. It felt so good that his body wanted to thrust up, but he knew that would screw up the precarious positioning of his cock and make a giant mess.

The sound of liquid rocketing powerfully into the bottle was so loud it competed with the music, and his knees shook with pleasure as the first tendrils of relief hit. He slid one foot forward, needing to do something with his body to deal with how amazing it felt. 

He only had a few seconds of mindless relief before he realized how quickly the bottle was filling. “It’s not big enough,” he said, the earlier panic returning. He tensed his internal muscles and managed to slow his stream, but not stop it. Grimacing, he switched from aiming with his right hand to squeezing. It probably didn’t do anything physical, but it helped him at least psychologically when he was trying to hold it, so hopefully it would help him stop going before he was done.

His stream petered out when the piss was less than an inch from the top of the bottle, and he breathed out a sigh of relief that he hadn’t overflowed it. The relief was short-lived, though, because he quickly realized that he still needed to go pretty badly. He put the warm bottle into the cupholder and tucked his dick back into his boxers, holding it tightly.

“I can pull over after the bridge,” Steve offered, finally seeing land again.

Bucky shook his head. “Next exit’ll be fine,” he said, even as he squirmed in his seat. He would only go on the side of a busy road as a last resort, and if they got to a gas station within five minutes, he could make it. 

Despite having filled a half-liter water bottle, Bucky still felt an intense urgency. He knew logically that his bladder was probably at least halfway emptied, but it didn’t feel like it. His left leg bounced rapidly and he just wanted to piss his brains out, but he was determined to make it to a urinal.

Thinking of a urinal didn’t help his situation, and he bit his lip as he watched the road in front of them. He honestly felt like he could have cried in relief when he saw a sign for a rest stop in two miles. Two miles meant two more minutes on the highway, plus another minute or two to park, and then a minute to power-walk in… Five minutes felt possible.

“You good to wait til the rest stop?” Steve asked softly, and Bucky nodded.

“Yeah, just park quick,” he answered, blushing. The fact he’d had an emergency piss while still in the car would be embarrassing enough on its own, but still needing to rush to the bathroom made it worse. He shuddered as he felt a wave of urgency, piss threatening to leak out, but it passed in a couple moments. 

A minute later, Steve was putting on his blinker and taking the exit, following a couple of other cars. The parking lot was mostly empty, and he pulled into a spot close to the small building and put the car in park. “You okay?”

Bucky was already unbuckling his seatbelt. “Gonna be,” he grunted as he took his hand from his crotch in order to zip and button his jeans. He didn’t bother with his belt, just hopped out of the passenger seat and took off toward the building’s entrance at a bit of a jog. His bladder was throbbing, desperate to empty itself right fucking now, and he grimaced. 

Keeping his gaze down so he didn’t have to see if anyone was looking at him, Bucky went into the building and glanced both ways before turning right for the men’s room. Oh, just a few more steps and he’d be able to go. His legs felt shaky as he pushed the door open and walked inside quickly, his bladder contracting in need as he saw four blissfully open urinals. He popped the button of his jeans as he walked the final few steps and then pulled out his cock, and he was pissing before he had even finished aiming.

Fuck, it felt amazing. He bit back a moan, not sure if the stalls were empty or not, and arched a little as he finally got piss without any worries. It only took a few seconds before he felt his cock twitch a little in his palm, excited by the feeling of relief, and he wondered if he and Steve could find a parking spot far enough away from the other cars for them to jerk either off without getting caught.

He jumped a little when the door opened behind him, trying to school himself to look less obviously relieved, but it was just Steve, who disregarded all of the unspoken men’s room rules and approached the urinal right next to Bucky. “Feel better?” he asked as he opened his own pants.

“Yeah,” Bucky answered, watching as Steve pulled himself out. He loved that cock, even if it was flaccid at the moment. He looked away as the blond started to piss, though he glanced up at the other man’s face when he sighed softly. “Good?”

“Just ‘cause I don’t get as bad off as you doesn’t mean I don’t have to go,” Steve pointed out good-naturedly. He looked at the door and, taking a risk, leaned over to kiss Bucky on the jaw. “Sorry the bridge was so long.”

Bucky shrugged, pushing out a last spurt of piss before shaking his dick a couple of times. “S’okay,” he answered, zipping himself up. “All’s well that ends well, right?”

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Sleep had been one of the harder things for Bucky to do normally since returning from life as the Winter Soldier, but curling up with Steve each night made it easier. Plus, as much as he liked to give Sam shit, the man had had a point about how beds were too soft. At home, Bucky tossed and turned most nights, but here on a thin air mattress in a nylon tent, he had managed to drop off pretty quickly, the sounds of rain creating an aura of white noise to lull him to sleep.

When he woke up in dark, unfamiliar surroundings, he had a moment of fight or  flight before his brain caught up with him and placed his surroundings. The pattering noise above him was the rather heavy rain that was falling, the strong, warm arms wrapped around him were, of course, Steve’s, and the silky thing on top of them was an unzipped sleeping bag being used as a blanket.

Once his brain caught up with where he was, he realized why he had woken up. His bladder was full. That felt like an understatement, though; other people woke up when their bladders were full and had plenty of time to get up and go to the bathroom, maybe even dawdling or getting distracted on the way. Bucky, on the other hand, needed to go in the next few minutes, or he would make a mess in the tent.

Outside, thunder cracked, and Bucky jumped. Around him, Steve’s strong arms tightened automatically. Shit, he needed to get out of the other man’s embrace. His bladder was already throbbing, sending a clear signal that this was an emergency situation. Outside was so close, just a few shuffled steps on his knees away, but his boyfriend was unconsciously trapping him. Bucky reached up to gently pull at Steve’s arm, but gentle never worked against the younger man’s serum-enhanced muscles. Hoping that the blond would stay asleep, Bucky pulled a little harder.

As he focused on shifting Steve, he realized that his legs were twitching under the sleeping bag, feet moving around in the start of a desperation dance. Oh, fuck, he had to go. With his left hand still pulling his boyfriend’s arm, he used his right to squeeze his aching dick. It felt like piss was traveling down it, threatening to escape, but he refused to have an accident just a few feet from the flap of the tent.

In his sleep, Steve snuggled himself against Bucky’s back, and the older man noticed with a thrill that his boyfriend was hard, his erection slotting against the older man’s ass through the thin fabric of their pajama pants. Oh, he wanted that big dick inside him, but he needed to piss first. He whimpered softly when a jolt of need shot through him and he thumbed the head of his dick, not sure if he was trying to comfort himself or get a little hard to stop from pissing. Either way, he didn’t think it was helping. Hoping against hope that the blond didn’t wake up, he pulled Steve’s arm with a bit more force.

He could have cried in relief when Steve let go of him and rolled onto his back. Finally free, Bucky knee-walked on shaking legs toward the tent entrance. He had originally planned to jog to a tree, or at least a few steps from the tent, but he didn’t think he could stand up, much less walk anywhere. His pajama pants were damp under his hand now, urine welling up at the tip of his dick every few seconds, but he was almost there. With his metal hand, he yanked down the zipper holding the tent closed, and felt himself lose control for a moment, a huge spurt soaking through his flannel pants and hitting the skin of his hand, when he saw the rain splashing onto the ground outside in huge puddles.

Hurriedly, he pushed his pajama pants down and aimed his dick out of the tent, urine spraying in a desperate gush. He moaned softly, watching in the silvery moonlight as his piss mixed with the rain. As he went, his dick twitched in his hand, making his stream jump along with it. Fuck, he was already getting hard. He wanted to finish pissing before he was too hard to keep going, but knowing that Steve had an erection just a couple feet away wasn’t helping. The younger man liked his sleep, sure, but he had proven multiple times that he didn’t mind being woken up for sex, and Bucky so badly wanted to bounce on that dick.

Shit. His own dick lengthened in his hand and his stream petered out, way too early for his bladder to be truly empty. Bucky probably should have cared more about that, but his brain was too busy thinking about Steve’s thick cock to waste any energy being annoyed at his own body or worrying about what would happen when he was done. He slid his wet flannel pants off and used them to blot away the dampness on his skin before straddling Steve and grinding down against the large tent his was pitching in his pajamas.

Under him, Steve’s hips pressed up sluggishly, and Bucky groaned. Even asleep, Steve wanted him. He briefly entertained a fantasy about opening himself up and sliding down on Steve’s dick while the other man was asleep, but he knew that they would need to negotiate that beforehand. Instead, he reached behind himself to hold Steve’s erection in place and rub himself against it, shuddering at the feeling of soft flannel against sensitive skin. He placed his left hand on Steve’s shoulder for balance, squeezing unconsciously when the younger man’s dick thickened a little in his grip.

With a groan, Steve blinked awake. It took him a moment to figure out what was going on, and then he grabbed Bucky’s hips and looked him in the eye. “You wake up and need my dick that bad?” he asked, voice rough from sleep.

“Yeah,” Bucky answered honestly, grinning. He let go of Steve’s hard cock so the blond could grind up against him to his heart’s content, moaning softly when his clothed erection slid between Bucky’s ass checks. “Gonna ride you so hard, baby.”

Steve slapped a hand around for a few second before he found the lube. He shoved his pants down before pouring some of the liquid into his right hand, which he wrapped around his cock with a moan. He was harder than he had realized when he woke up, and he couldn’t resist give himself a couple tight strokes.

“Stop that,” Bucky said, smacking Steve’s arm in warning. He knew that he wasn’t prepared to fuck, that he would need to go out into the woods with a glove and lube to clean himself out a bit before he could ride Steve, and while that was a biting disappointment, that didn’t mean there was nothing he could do. As soon as the blond let go of his massive erection, Bucky lowered his ass until he felt Steve’s hard cock against it. “Oh, fuck,” he moaned loudly, shaking in pleasure when the tip skated across his hole. He settled himself over Steve and let the younger man search for a good angle.

Steve reached down for just a moment to get his dick lined up and then started rolling his hips, feeling Bucky’s ass cheeks clench around his length as it rubbed against his hole and hit his balls. He gripped the older man’s hips as he found the right angle and started to move against him more purposefully. “Yeah, that’s it,” he muttered, thrusting up and making Bucky cry out. “God, I wanna fuck you so bad, baby.”

“After,” Bucky promised breathlessly, using his right hand to pinch his nipple as Steve rutted against him. “But you better make me come hard. Don’t half-ass it ‘cause I’m gonna ride you soon.”

“Never,” Steve said with a little grin, then closed his eyes in pleasure as Bucky’s cheeks clenched around him. “That feel good?” he asked, trying to hit whatever spot had made his boyfriend’s body light up. He seemed to do it, because Bucky cried out in pleasure and flicked his nipple desperately a couple times before letting go of it to reach for his dick. “This gonna get you off?” he asked.

Bucky nodded a little frantically, tugging on his dick without any finesse or technique. Oh, he was so fucking turned on. Steve’s dick dragged against his hole every with every movement, and the tip hit his balls as he thrust up. They both had short refractory periods, so he’d be able to ride Steve into the ground just a few minutes after they came. Oh, he needed that. He curled in on himself as pleasure shot down his spine. “Fuck, Stevie,” he grunted, twisting his grip a little on the upstroke.

“Yeah,” Steve panted, thrusting up against the brunet in sharp movements. It only took a few more jerks of the hips before he started to lose his rhythm. “Oh, fuck, you’re gonna make me come!” He bit his lower lip and held onto Bucky’s hips with bruising intensity. “M’gonna come, m’gonna…” He cut himself off with a wordless moan as his cock erupted, spurting come across Bucky’s hole and then sliding through it.

The feeling of hot semen splattering against him was enough to drive Bucky wild, and he sped his hand up until it was a blur, making high pitched noises in the back of his throat. “Steve,” he gasped as he hit his peak, come shooting out of him and landing on his boyfriend’s tight, golden abs. He braced himself against Steve’s chest as he slumped forward a little, panting with exertion.

As he came down from the high of a good orgasm, Bucky felt his bladder give a signal of protest about not truly emptying earlier. Shit, he still really needed to piss, didn’t he? Not wanting Steve to realize what was going on—and maybe even what had preceded the sex they had just had—-he took a few seconds to hunt for their supple of rubber gloves, forcing himself not to squirm. When he found the plastic baggie they had shoved a handful into, he snatched one up along with the lube. “Back in a few minutes,” he promised, hoping he just looked excited to fuck rather than anxious to go piss as he crawled out of the tent.

The storm had calmed to warm rain, and Bucky jogged a few meters to the nearest tree, dick flopping around in front of him. With the glove and lube held in his right hand, he used his left to pick up his dick and aim it, groaning softly as he let go for a second time. He pissed heavily for at least twenty seconds, then finished off with a couple of thick spurts. Now that his bladder was appeased, he walked a little further into the forest for some semblance of privacy in order to get himself cleaned out and ready for sex.

He crawled back into the tent a few minutes later, accepting the towel that Steve held out with a grateful kiss. As he dried off, he noticed that his boyfriend was hard again and he grinned. “That for me?” he asked, nodding down at the younger man’s red erection.

Steve smiled back at him and nodded. “Started thinking about fucking you and had to jerk off,” he admitted, reaching down and giving himself a stroke as if to demonstrate.

Bucky hummed in appreciation, straddling Steve again and sinking down to sit on his lower abs. “Need you inside me,” he purred, handing the lube to the other man.

The blond didn’t need telling twice; he poured lube onto the fingers of his right hand and immediately pressed one into Bucky’s searing hot body, his dick jumping as his boyfriend moaned above him and immediately rocked back onto the exploring digit.

It was less than a minute before Bucky demanded, “Another.” He’d used two fingers on himself in the woods, after all, even if he hadn’t scissored them or gone for pleasure the way Steve was doing now. He choked on a moan as Steve thrust in roughly with both his index and middle fingers now, and he squeezed Steve’s beautiful, huge pecs as the younger man went straight for his prostate. “Right there, baby,” he breathed, gasping as Steve did as instructed and slid his fingertips across his sweet spot again. “Oh, fuck, m’so fuckin’ hard,” he groaned, precome dripping from his cock onto Steve’s stomach.

Steve spread his fingers gently, needing to be inside his boyfriend as quickly as possible. “Me too,” he grunted, his own cock raging hard and feeling neglected between his legs. “Can you take another?” he asked after a couple minutes, relieved when Bucky nodded breathlessly. He pulled out and pushed back in with three fingers, moaning softly. “You’re so tight, Buck, don’t know how I’m gonna last.”

“You better,” Bucky threatened, but the effect was lost as Steve rubbed at his prostate. “I need—oh, yeah, just like that,” he groaned, completely forgetting his train of thought. He thrust down against his boyfriend’s fingers as the blond stretched him, but he only had so much self-restraint, and he soon gasped, “I’m ready, oh, God, just fuck me.”

Steve didn’t need telling twice. He pulled his fingers out of Bucky and hastily squeezed more lube into his hand, giving himself two strokes to spread it around, and then he was holding his dick in place and guiding Bucky onto it. He moaned loudly as his head popped into the other man’s tight heat, and it took everything he had not to thrust up or yank Bucky down. Instead, he bit his lip and let the brunet sit down at his own pace.

“Just need a sec,” Bucky panted once he was seated on Steve’s hips. He rocked minutely as his body adjusted to the thick, long cock inside of him, reaching down to give himself a couple of teasing strokes and shuddered, making Steve groan beneath him. “M’gonna move,” he said after a minute, and he let go of his dick to brace himself on Steve’s chest before rising up a couple of inches and lowering himself back down again.

On the ground, Steve clenched his fists to keep himself still. “So fuckin’ hot,” he praised as Bucky began to move a little less carefully. Once the older man started lifting himself nearly all the way off and driving back down, Steve allowed himself to thrust up to meet him. “You feel so good,” he groaned, arching up into Bucky as the brunet squeezed around him.

“Oh, fuck , I love your cock.” Bucky was lighting up with how good it felt; Steve was big enough to hit his prostate easily on every thrust and to stretch him wonderfully. He lifted his hips up and slammed back down hard, causing both of them to grunt in both exertion and pleasure.

“Want you to come just from this,” Steve told him, grabbing his hips tightly to pull him down into his thrusts at the right time. “Think you can do that?”

Bucky nodded, even though he wasn’t completely sure. He knew that if he got to the edge and couldn’t go over, Steve would take pity on him, but he hoped this would be enough. The idea of coming untouched, just from his boyfriend’s perfect cock, was exciting as hell. His fingers dug into Steve’s pecs as the younger man’s erection pressed against his prostate, his own dick leaking a small puddle of precome onto Steve’s stomach. He had to consciously keep himself from jerking off, as his hand wanted to automatically drift to his cock when he felt this good, but he just focused on all of the sensations he was already experiencing, determined to try for a hands-free orgasm.

Steve knew he would need to be particularly good if he wanted Bucky to come without touching himself, so he played with his angle until the older man shuddered above him and cried out. “Yeah?” he asked, trying to keep his hips in the right position as he kept thrusting up.

“Fuck, right there,” Bucky panted, driving himself down onto Steve’s cock roughly. The angle was perfect and he could feel his balls drawing up, and, fuck, he wanted to jerk off. It was taking every last shred of self-restraint he had to keep his hands on the younger man’s chest and he felt a little wild with need. “I’m close,” he gasped, biting his lip as he chased his release. “Please!” He was just on the edge, not quite teetering over, and he felt like he would shoot all over his boyfriend if he could just touch his cock, which was nearly purple as it bounced between them.

“You can do it,” Steve said breathlessly, snapping his hips up as fast as he could. When Bucky continued to writhe above him without coming, he reached up with one hand and cupped his pec for a moment before thumbing over his nipple. “C’mon, Buck, you’re right there,” he wheedled. “You just—”

“Fuck!” Bucky cut him off as Steve pinched his nipple and pleasure shot down his stomach. “I’m gonna… oh, fuck, Stevie, I’m…” He rocked desperately on his boyfriend’s cock for a few more seconds before the tension finally exploded and he came, spurting thick pearly lines up Steve’s chest. It felt weird but amazing to release without any sort of pressure or suction around his cock, and he continued moving on top of the younger man as his orgasm just kept going .

Steve watched Bucky, a little awed and a lot turned on. He’d only seen his boyfriend come untouched a couple of times before; it was always a long, intense orgasm, and it was one of the hottest things that Steve had ever seen. He knew it was only a matter of time before Bucky was shaking above him in discomfort instead of pleasure, so he let himself go, his thrusts losing rhythm as he fucked wildly up into the brunet. It was less than a minute before his muscles started to tense up, and pulled Bucky’s hips down to meet him. “Ah, fuck, Bucky!” he cried out as his orgasm hit, a heady combination of physical gratification mixing the weird, possessive pleasure of filling his boyfriend with come.

Bucky groaned a he felt the first splash of Steve’s release inside of him, rocking his hips to bring his boyfriend through it even as his own body started to get oversensitive. “Fuck,” he panted as he slowed down, feeling Steve’s cock twitch feebly inside him.

“You’re fucking amazing,” Steve praised, running his hands up Bucky’s sides, just to touch.

The brunet laughed softly. “Says the man who just made me come without touching my dick.” He leaned down and kissed Steve sweetly, grunting as the movement made Steve slip out of him. He automatically clenched up to keep from dripping come everywhere, and shuddered when he felt familiar fingers rubbing around his entrance. “I can’t do another round,” he mumbled, pressing his forehead to Steve’s shoulder. “You’ve fucked me too good for that.”

Steve craned his neck to kiss Bucky’s hair. “I wasn’t angling for another round,” he promised. “If my body doesn’t calm down, I can just jerk off.”

Bucky let out a strangled noise. “I just told you I can’t go again, why are you trying to turn me on?” he groused good-naturedly. “If I fall asleep, you’d better wake me up before you do that. I wanna watch.”

“Deal,” Steve said, reaching over to his duffel to find something to clean them up.

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Bucky was halfway home, a bag of groceries in his left arm, when he realized he had to piss. He groaned inwardly, trying to calculate how long he had, hoping desperately that he wouldn’t have to duck into an alley. When he had left for the grocery store, he had thought he would have longer before he had to go, but now he was blocks away from home and his bladder was practically throbbing in need.

He took a deep breath as he stood at a corner, waiting for the crosswalk light. Biting the inside of his cheek, he worked very hard to stay still. Fuck, he needed a piss, but there weren’t any options around. His best bet was to get back to their apartment, and the bathroom in it, as fast as he could.

The light changed from a red hand to a blue-white walking person and he hurried across the street. He wanted to grab his crotch, but that would make his predicament obvious, so it would be a last resort. He moved in quick, albeit short, steps. Longer strides would probably be faster, but he was pretty sure that would make the need worse; when he really had to go, he didn’t like to spread his legs further apart than absolutely necessary.

As he turned the corner, Bucky felt a surge of need go through him and he shuddered, clenching his jaw as he breathed through the desperation. Fuck, he had to piss. He glanced down an alley longingly as he power-walked past it, but he didn’t want to do that, not in broad daylight. The brief thought of pissing against a wall just a few feet away from the street made his bladder spasm and he had to stop for a moment, squeezing his thighs together and telling himself sternly that he wasn’t going to lose it on the sidewalk.

After a couple seconds, he was able to start walking again, his left hand holding the bottom of the grocery bag in a death grip. Four more blocks, and only one more light. That was doable, right? He could get home before his over-full bladder gave up.

A block later, he was feeling less confident. He brain couldn’t think of anything beyond the need to piss now , but he was determined to make it back to a toilet. His lower abdomen and even his dick were aching with the need to release, and he had to stop again as a wave of urgency washed over him and he felt a spurt of hot liquid rush into his boxers. Fuck, no, he wasn’t going to piss himself three blocks from his apartment, that just wasn’t going to happen. He was a grown-ass man, and he was going to get back to the bathroom.

Bucky and Steve lived in a comfortable, small apartment in a residential area, having moved out of the tower after living there for just a couple months; they needed their privacy and, if they were honest, space from Tony so he and Steve couldn’t needle each other so much. There wasn’t a lot of cover between where he was and their building, but he was trying to only go in socially acceptable places these days, so that shouldn’t have made a difference. He hurried along, breathing heavily, and tried to break it down into bearable chunks. He could do another block, and he just had to do that three times, then ride up the elevator to the fifth floor, walk down the hall, and he would be at their door. From there, it was just a few yards to the bathroom.

The next block was agony, and he paused at the corner to remind himself that getting home was the only acceptable option. He wasn’t going to piss himself on the street, even if his bladder was crying out for release and he could feel a drop of liquid bead up on the tip of his cock before getting soaked up by his damp cotton boxers. “Fuck,” he muttered to himself, clenching his right hand in frustration before he started to walk again. God, he just needed to piss. He could feel the muscles in his thighs twitching, and he wanted desperately to cross one leg over the other and bend over, but he couldn’t do that and walk at the same time.

He finally made it to his building’s block, and not a moment too soon. He was pretty sure he was leaking urine into his underwear every few steps, and he wanted to jump around as his bladder reminded him exactly how full it was. Walking as quickly as he could, he headed into his apartment building and mashed the button for the elevator so hard his finger hurt a bit. Luckily it was right there, and he could duck in quickly and press the button for the fifth floor. As soon as the doors of the lift slid shut, he slammed his right hand to his crotch, holding tightly. “Oh, God,” he moaned softly, bouncing on his toes as he watched the numbers on the display rise. When it got to five, he pried his hand away, not wanting to get caught if someone was waiting for the elevator when the doors opened.

Luckily no one was there, and Bucky was abled to walk quickly down the hallway to the last door on the right. With shaking hands, he dug out his keys and put one into the lock, amazed and glad he didn’t drop them; bending over to pick them up would surely have been the end of him. As soon as he was in the apartment, the door shut firmly behind him, he set his grocery bag down haphazardly and dashed for the bathroom.

Bucky burst into the small room at top speed, already pulling his dick out of his pants and boxers, and then stopped in his tracks. Steve was standing in front of the toilet, dick out, and just as Bucky passed through the door, he started to piss. Fuck. Bucky bent over double as his desperation hit a new height.

“I’ll be done in, like, twenty seconds,” Steve promised hurriedly, sounding apologetic.

Twenty seconds wasn’t long, but the sight and sound of Steve pissing had made Bucky’s already extreme need skyrocket. Fuck, he couldn’t wait until his boyfriend was done. His dick started leaking, no longer in little drips and spurts but in a constant, thin stream, making a puddle of pale yellow liquid on the tile floor. Fuck. He was less than ten feet from the toilet, and he was having an accident.

Leaving a trail of urine as he went, he crossed the bathroom in painful, stilted steps and stood next to Steve. His bladder gave up right as he got to the toilet, and a massive gush hit the ground before he managed to aim properly. “Oh, fuck,” he moaned softly, closing his eyes in pleasure as he stood shoulder-to-shoulder with his boyfriend and pissed his brains out.

“Shit, Buck, you okay?” Steve asked.

“I…” Bucky didn’t have the words for how badly he’d needed to go. He’d never been able to explain to Steve how it felt to be on the cusp of losing it, and, if he were totally honest, he had gone beyond the cusp here, and there was urine all over the floor to prove it. “Fuck,” he groaned rather than answering Steve directly, shuddering a little. It felt so good to finally push all of the liquid inside of him out in a heavy stream that felt like it would never end. Even as his boyfriend finished up, shook off, and tucked himself back into his pants, Bucky didn’t feel like his bladder was actually any emptier than when he had started going.

Now that Steve was done, he stood behind Bucky, kissing his neck softly. “You got home just in time, didn’t you?” he asked conversationally, putting a hand on his boyfriend’s hip to rub soothing circles with his thumb.

“Not really,” Bucky said, still shivering a little in the pleasure of relief. “I pissed all over the fucking floor, Steve,” he muttered miserably, face burning.

“Just a bit,” Steve pointed out with a shrug. “And at least it was at home instead of on the street. And in the bathroom, where it’ll be pretty easy to clean up.”

Bucky’s bladder finally felt like it was actually being emptied, but piss continued to pour from his dick. “I’m sorry,” he groaned, trying to force the last bit out but still just going in a lightly pulsing stream. “I just… couldn’t.”

“No shit,” Steve said, rolling his eyes. “You don’t have to apologize ‘cause you couldn’t make it, Buck, you tried so hard.” He kissed at the junction of the older man’s neck and shoulder, just above the collar of his shirt. “And you would’ve been fine if I hadn’t been in here,” he added, feeling a little guilty for causing Bucky the absolute mortification of an accident.

That was true, but it didn’t change the fact that Steve had been in there, and Bucky had made a couple puddles with a trail between them on the floor. He breathed out a sigh as his stream finally turned into the last couple of spurts and he was able to shake himself off and flush the toilet. He grimaced as he went to tuck himself back into his jeans and found that both the denim of his pants and the cotton of his underwear were damp, the latter verging on truly wet. His eyes prickled as his humiliation grew; now that he wasn’t desperately pissing, the reality of what had happened was setting in.

“Why don’t you go get changed?” Steve suggested gently. “And then we can take a nap.” He rubbed Bucky’s back as the older man struggled to get his emotions under control, pretending not to notice as he swiped a little at his cheeks. “Or maybe you want a shower first?” Sure, Bucky’s accident had been on the floor, not in his pants, but he couldn’t imagine he felt terribly clean at the moment.

“I’ll clean up and then shower,” Bucky said tiredly. “Don’t,” he added when he saw Steve open his mouth to protest. “It’s my mess, I’ll clean it up.”

Steve huffed softly. “I don’t mind—”

“But I do,” Bucky cut him off. “If you really want to help, go put the groceries away. I just dropped ‘em by the door.” He gave Steve a kiss before ushering the younger man out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He sighed as he looked at the mess on the floor and then mentally shook himself and grabbed a hand towel from the closet. Self-pity wouldn’t help anything, but cleaning up all evidence of what had just happened might.

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They had been stuck in traffic for sixty-five minutes and had only moved a mile when Steve blushingly admitted, “I’ve, uh, really gotta piss.”

Bucky was shocked into silence for a moment by the complete role reversal; usually he was the one who had to say something. Steve’s bladder was normal , it sent signals before it hit breaking point. He had prior warning and pulled off at exits—sometimes not even the first one they passed—or walked to the bathroom when it was convenient, and now he was jiggling his leg and looking a little nervous. “You can probably get out and go on the shoulder,” Bucky said once his brain had processed the situation. There weren’t trees or anything for coverage, but Steve could piss on the grass if he needed to.

The blond gave him a look. “Captain America doesn’t piss on the side of the highway,” he said, though he looked like he wished that weren’t the case. “I’ll pull off at the next exit, I guess. I just needed to bitch.”

It was Bucky’s turn to give his boyfriend a look. “Ah yes, the next exit, which we’ll get to in about thirty years,” he said sarcastically.

Steve glared at him for a moment and then slumped back in his seat and sighed, absently reaching down and rubbing his crotch. “I can’t,” he mumbled. “Buck, if someone took a picture…”

“Okay,” Bucky said, reaching over and squeezing Steve’s knee comfortingly. “Next exit.”

Forty minutes later, it was abundantly clear that the next exit wasn’t happening. Steve’s hand was now held firmly against his crotch and his lips were pressed together, but he insisted that he couldn’t go on the side of the road, and Bucky hadn’t had any luck convincing him otherwise, despite the obvious gravity of the situation.

And then, because Bucky couldn’t catch a break to save his damn life, his own bladder suddenly sent the signal that it needed emptying and soon. He didn’t want to burden Steve with the knowledge, though, so he just squeezed his thighs together. Now that he was on the spot, he realized he had reservations similar to Steve’s about getting out and going on the side of the road, even without quite the same possibility of recognition. He hated the idea of people, even complete strangers that he would never meet, knowing that he was desperate and taking an emergency piss.

He started to take a mental inventory of what they had in the car. They were just making a weekend trip out of the city, so they hadn’t packed much, and it was supposed to be a short drive, so they hadn’t talked about an emergency option for Bucky, but there had to be something. A half-drunk small coffee from Starbucks sat in the cupholder, but the cup wasn’t big enough to hold the contents of either of their bladders. He was thinking through the contents of his duffel—just clothing, not helpful—when Steve let out a pained noise.

“Buck, I really gotta go,” he said miserably, and the brunet realized that his boyfriend was now massaging his poor dick through his jeans. “I can’t wait.”

Shit, just hearing Steve talk about it made Bucky’s bladder throb, but he needed to help his boyfriend. He was used to this embarrassment, but poor Stevie wasn’t. “S’okay,” he said as soothingly as he could. “We’re gonna find something.”

“I can’t wait for a gas station,” Steve moaned, and Bucky had to stop himself from rolling his eyes. Steve was panicking, not thinking logically, so of course he didn’t realize what Bucky meant.

“Something in the car,” he clarified, twisting to look in the back seat. The movement put extra pressure on his bladder, though, and he gasped and reflexively put a hand to his crotch before he could stop himself.

Steve noticed and huffed out a humorless laugh. “Aren’t we a fuckin’ pair?” His face twisted in a grimace and he bit his lip. “Shit, Buck, I’m gonna wet myself.”

“Hold on just one more minute,” Bucky said firmly, pulling his hand away from his crotch and forcing himself to open up a tote bag. He practically wanted to cry in relief when he saw a 28-ounce bottle of Gatorade, the lemon-lime flavor already looking a bit like urine. He turned back to the front and handed it to Steve. “Dump this out and piss in it,” he instructed, reaching back between his legs to hold himself once again.

“What about you?” Steve asked, unscrewing the cap quickly.

“I’m gonna use it after you,” Bucky answered, praying he could wait that long. His left leg was jiggling without his input and his bladder was cramping fiercely, but Steve needed to go first. Bucky had suffered the shame of an accident before and he wasn’t about to put his boyfriend through the same thing.

Cracking the door just a little and hoping that he wasn’t drawing any attention to their car, Steve tipped the Gatorade bottle and poured it onto the ground, moaning softly as the sound of liquid hitting the asphalt made a tiny bit of piss leak out the tip of his cock. “Fuck, fuck,” he groaned, shutting the door as soon as he was done. He put the bottle next to the gear shift and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans as quickly as he could, breathing hard. Biting his lip, he pulled out his flaccid dick with one hand and picked up the bottle with the other. A bit of piss trickled out as he brought the bottle closer, but as soon as his slit was past the lip, he let loose, pissing hard even as he slid his dick into the opening.

Shit. Bucky squeezed himself roughly at the sound of Steve’s urine hitting the empty bottle filled the car. Fuck, he had to go so bad, and this was making it infinitely worse. He gritted his teeth and rubbed at his dick, clenching ever muscle in his body in an effort to hold it.

In the driver’s seat, Steve was panting a little as he pissed hard into the quickly-filling bottle. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Bucky squirming, but he couldn’t have stopped even if he wanted to. All he could do was try to get it out fast and hand the bottle over as soon as possible. He tilted his head back as the relief soared through his veins, finally understanding why Bucky sometimes got hard when he barely made it to the bathroom.

Oh, God, Bucky was gonna piss himself, he was sure of it. The sound of running liquid would be bad enough on its own, but knowing that it was piss and that Steve was feeling the relief that Bucky so badly needed was making it even worse. He was at the end of his rope, feet dancing on the floor as he squeezed his dick and chewed hips lip. He couldn’t hold it long enough for Steve to finish with the bottle and empty it out of his door, he just couldn’t.

He grabbed the Starbucks cup with his right hand and used his thumb to pop the lid off, wrestling with the zipper of his jeans with his left. He could feel himself leaking in a thin, steady stream, but he was determined not to have a complete accident. As soon as his jeans were open, he pulled his dribbling dick out and aimed it into the cup, piss mixing instantly with the cold coffee at the bottom. “Fuck, please be done with the bottle,” he gasped as he watched the liquid rise in the cup faster than he had expected.

“Just a sec,” Steve answered, trying to push the last of his piss out as quickly as he could, even as the bottle got perilously full. He wanted to dump the bottle and hand it to his boyfriend, but urine was still dripping out of his dick in a thin stream, even though he could barely feel himself going. “M’sorry, babe,” he said, shifting around in an attempt to get everything out. “I’m trying, I just can’t stop.”

Bucky exhaled heavily. “Me neither,” he muttered, trying to stop the deluge and only succeeding in lessening it. The diluted coffee was within two inches of the top and rising quickly, but he still had to go so badly that his bladder refused to stop.

Finally, just at the liquid reached the tip of his dick, a couple inches into the bottle, Steve finished pissing. “I’ve just gotta dump it out, Buck,” he said, pulling the warm, heavy bottle away and leaving his damp penis lying on top of his jeans. He opened the door just an inch and poured his urine out onto the ground as he had the Gatorade. As soon as he was done, he held it out for his boyfriend.

“I can’t…” Bucky felt close to tears. Relief was literally inches away, but he didn’t have a free hand to grab the bottle. “Fuck, I’m still gonna piss my pants.”

Steve closed the door and turned in his seat. “I can hold it for you, you’ve just gotta get your dick over there,” he said as calmly as he could, holding the bottle up against the nearly-full coffee cup and tilting it so the mouth was as close as possible to the cup’s opening.

Oh, thank fuck, that was doable. Trying as hard as he could to hold back, Bucky shifted a little in his seat and guided his dick toward the bottle, a little piss spilling down the side as he awkwardly positioned himself. As soon as his tip was a centimeter into the bottle, he let go again, yellow liquid spraying loudly against the plastic. He moaned softly in relief, finally able to just go without fearing he would overflow his receptacle.

With his free hand, Steve blindly tucked his dick back into his pants, a tiny bit surprised to feel that it had chubbed up a little. He would have been more surprised, but he had seen it happen to Bucky and pissing had felt so damn good, it was probably inevitable. “Sorry you had to wait,” he said, embarrassment catching up with him and turning his cheeks red.

“S’okay,” Bucky managed, breathing heavily as his piss kept flooding into the bottle. “I’m just happy neither of us, you know…”

“Had an accident?” Steve finished for him, even though the words were uncomfortable as they passed his lips. Those were words for children, but here they were, almost applying to their circumstances. “We should probably find a bottle or something to leave in the car for long drives. Just in case.”

That sounded good to Bucky, but he couldn’t really think past what he was doing at the moment. His dick was just barely in the Gatorade bottle, held at an awkward angle, but it was enough to allow him to fill it up with what must have been an entire morning’s worth of pent-up urine.

“You almost done, Buck?” Steve asked, interrupting his boyfriend’s zoned-out haze of relief. “Bottle’s getting pretty full.”

“Think so,” Bucky answered, trying to take stock of his body. His bladder was no longer sending panicky signals up to his brain, which was a good sign, and he’d been going for long enough that he must have been close to finished. On the other hand, his stream was still pretty strong as it hit the side of clear bottle. The yellow liquid was almost up to where fresh piss was splashing against the plastic, and that meant it was getting close to the top. “Is… is there a Plan B?” he asked hopefully. “Just in case?”

Steve glanced around and then nodded toward Bucky’s crotch. “Can you empty the coffee cup?”

That seemed like a good backup to have, especially as his stream wasn’t tapering off yet, so Bucky kept using his left hand to hold his dick in place at the mouth of the bottle, and held the cup in the right. He used his pinky on the little switch to open the window and dumped the diluted coffee out. Hoping that nobody was looking too closely at their car, he brought the cup back in and rolled the window back up. 

A couple seconds later, his flow lightened into a thin stream, and he sighed in relief. He wasn’t going to have to completely fill the bottle, so he wouldn’t have to switch back to the cup. As his dick gave the last few spurts of piss, he slumped back in his seat. A truly emergency piss always drained his energy a bit; his body wasted a lot of effort holding it in til the last minute, and the piss itself was always so intense that it reminded him of finishing up a workout.

“Jesus fuck,” he groaned when he finally stopped going. “We’re finding something bigger than this to keep in here for emergencies. That was too close for comfort.”

Steve capped the bottle and put it in the backseat before turning his attention to his boyfriend, who was getting himself situated in his pants again. “Yeah,” he agreed. “Bigger for sure.”

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There was a crack of thunder, and Bucky’s eyes flew open. It took him a moment to get his bearings, but he was in bed with Steve in a little cabin in the middle of nowhere, on vacation, and, holy shit, he had to piss now . His right hand was already between his legs, clutching tightly, and he shot the left one down to join it. When he glanced over at Steve to see if he was awake, he was more than a little surprised to see that his boyfriend also had a hand buried in his crotch. While it was common for Bucky to get desperate in the night, he’d never seen it happen to Steve. 

The blond was blinking awake too, his hand tightening a bit as he became consciously aware of his body and its needs. When Bucky made a distressed noise, his attention snapped over to him, taking in how he was curled in on himself, both hands holding himself through his pajama pants. “Shit, you okay?”

Face burning, Bucky shook his head. “Gotta piss,” he whispered, even though it was obvious, squeezing his damp crotch as hot liquid dripped from the tip of his dick.

“C’mon, I’ll help you to the outhouse,” Steve told him. The one-room cabin was old and cut off from the world, without running water or electricity. There was an outhouse maybe fifteen steps from the door, but that wasn’t an option for Bucky at that moment.

“I can’t,” he groaned. “I gotta piss right now, Stevie, fuck.”

Steve sat up at that, his brain automatically thinking of how to help his boyfriend. “That’s okay,” he said soothingly. “I think there’s a chamber pot under the bed. Just like old times, right?” he added when a smile.

Their apartment back in the thirties had had running water, but the communal bathroom had been at the end of the hall. Between the cold and Steve’s general sickliness, that hadn’t always been a good option, and they had kept a small porcelain pot under the bed for use in an emergency or just when it was too damn cold to walk down the hall.

A chamber pot sounded heavenly to Bucky, but… “I can’t move,” he said, feet scrabbling against he bed as he just kept leaking, unable to stop. “I’m already pissin’ a bit, if I move I’m gonna lose it.” He gasped as the drip in his pants turned into a heavy spurt for a moment, but he managed to cut it off. He wasn’t sure what the point of trying so hard was when he was going to wet the bed in a few seconds anyway, but it was automatic.

“Hold on a sec, okay?” Steve said, quickly getting out of bed and kneeling down for the chamber pot. Shit. Doing that made his own bladder scream in protest, and he held himself a little tighter. If Bucky hadn’t been squirming around in the bed, clearly far more in need of the pot, Steve would have whipped his dick out and used the thing himself. There was no time for that, though, and he just gritted his teeth and pulled the squat bowl out. He stood back up, trying to ignore the pull of gravity on his bladder, and held out the pot for Bucky.

“Oh fuck, I need it,” the brunet moaned, but he couldn’t make himself pry his hands away from his wet crotch to grab it. Luckily, Steve set it down on the bed next to him, and Bucky scrambled to get in a functional position before his bladder gave up. “Oh, oh, fuck,” he muttered, getting his knees under him before yanking his damp pajama pants down and collapsing forward onto his elbows.

Piss poured out of him and splashed loudly into the ceramic pot. “Fuck, yes,” he moaned, head falling between his arms as his body let go of all the painful tension that came with holding it when he had to go that badly. He was practically sprawled on top of the chamber pot, hips an inch from the edge, and he could feel his piss ricochet off the bottom and splash up onto his skin, but he didn’t care. He was finally pissing, and not wetting the bed.

Next to the bed, Steve crossed his legs. Hearing Bucky piss was making his own desperation skyrocket. It was so bad that he had no idea how he’d slept through all of the signals that his bladder was full, because he couldn’t remember ever waking up needing a toilet this badly. He needed to be sure his boyfriend was fine before he dashed to the outhouse, though, and he was a little worried that the older man would overflow the small chamber pot. He was pretty sure that the owners had gotten it without much knowledge of chamber pots or how much a bladder full to bursting could hold, because it wasn’t very big. Back in the day, they’d been been able to use the one in their apartment a few times during the night before emptying it in the morning, but this one might not even last one use by a very desperate Bucky.

The splashing sound stopped, and for a second Steve was surprised by how little Bucky had gone when he’d been that desperate, but then he realized that the pot had filled to the point where the tip of Bucky’s dick was submerged in his own piss. “You think it’s gonna hold everything?” Steve asked, bouncing on his toes as he tried to focus on his boyfriend rather than his bladder.

“Fuck, I hope so,” Bucky answered, pushing himself up a bit to have a look and evaluate how full the bowl was. The movement brought his dick up a few inches, and the splashing started up again as it raised out of the liquid. He heard Steve groan and glanced over at him. The blond was past subtlety; his legs were crossed, his right hand was squeezing and rubbing at his crotch through his pajamas, and he was moving constantly. “It’s gonna be a minute before I’m done,” he said apologetically. “You better go to the outhouse.”

“If it’s another minute, I don’t think the pot’s big enough,” Steve said, ignoring Bucky’s suggestion in favor of focusing on helping him. “Can you stop for a sec?”

Bucky shook his head. Despite pissing heavily for a few seconds, he still felt desperate and full, so stopping wasn’t really a possibility. He could sometimes pause his stream if he made it to a toilet with time to spare, but when he narrowly avoided an accident, he couldn’t stop til he was empty.

Fuck, it felt so good to let loose, piss rushing out of him, and his hips twitched unconsciously, splashing his tip into the warm liquid in the rapidly-filling pot. “Oh fuck, it’s almost full,” he gasped, looking around the dim cabin for a solution to his problem. “I’ve still gotta go, Stevie, I can’t stop.”

Steve felt for Bucky, he really did, and he wanted to help him, but hearing him talk breathlessly about pissing was pushing him to the limit. He just needed to get his boyfriend another receptacle and then he could run for the outhouse. As he cast around the room, his eyes lit on the water jug they had used to wash up a few hours ago. He’d filled it at the pump, but they had used enough of it that it had to have room in it. He grabbed it, trying to ignore the liquid that swished around in it, and brought it over to his boyfriend.

The entire head of Bucky’s dick was submerged in the urine in the pot by then, and the light yellow liquid was steadily climbing the sides of it, getting dangerously close to the top. “Thank you,” Bucky breathed when he saw Steve holding a huge jug. He sat back on his knees, dick pulling out of the liquid and piss splashing loudly once more. 

Steve gasped as a spurt of urine erupted from his own dick, turning his palm damp. “Just take it,” he pleaded, brandishing the jug at his boyfriend as he twisted around and tried to stop himself from pissing.

Bucky did was he was instructed, reaching out with his left hand to grab the jug as his right made sure that the pot stayed in place even as he shifted around on the mattress.

As soon as the brunet had the jug, Steve ran for the door. He’d never been this close to pissing himself, not even when he’d had to go in a bottle in the car. His crotch was damp and he was practically waddling thanks to how hard it was to move. Fuck, was this how Bucky felt every time he rushed to the bathroom? He shivered when he got out of the cabin, the winter air biting at his bare chest, but he couldn’t stop. Holding himself tightly, he rushed over to the outhouse and yanked the door open.

Steve pulled his dick out of his damp flannel pants as he took the final hurried steps to the wooden bench with a hole in it, piss surging out before he got quite close enough. Urine splashed onto the floor and the bench for a second before he managed to direct his stream into the hole, and he moaned loudly as he finally, finally let go.

He pressed his free hand to the far wall and leaned on it, legs shaking. The last vestiges of panic clung on, his mind still catching up to the fact that he’d made it. He took a deep breath as urine gushed out of him in a thick stream, splashing into the reservoir below the outhouse. His pants had fallen all the way down to pool at his ankles and he knew they had a sizable wet spot on the front, but he didn’t care at that point. All he felt was pure, ecstatic relief.

He pissed for longer than he could ever remember doing; a couple times, he thought the flow was dying down only for it to pick back up with a massive spurt that sent a shiver up his spine. Finally, after at least a minute, the stream slowed to a drip. He shifted his weight back and forth to try to push the last little bit out, but he still dripped steadily for a good five seconds before he finally stopped pissing. Sighing, he gave his dick a couple of shakes before bending down to pull his pants up.

The crotch had a large dark spot, and there was another wet patch on the leg where the fabric had fallen into the little puddle he’d made on the floor while getting his dick out, but he had honestly feared worse. He left the outhouse, closing the door behind him, and tried not to be too embarrassed as he walked back into the cabin, realizing that he’d left the door wide open in his earlier haste.

Bucky was standing by the bed, pulling on fresh pajama pants. “You okay, Stevie?” he asked softly, smiling when the blond nodded. Glancing at his boyfriend’s lower body, he wordlessly pulled out a second pair of clean pants and handed them over. “Can’t believe my stupid body didn’t wake me up earlier,” he grumbled good-naturedly. “No, it just gave me a crazy piss dream instead.”

Steve felt his humiliation start to ease; his boyfriend was clearly trying to make him more comfortable. “M’just glad there was a pot,” he said quietly as he pulled off his dirty pajamas and slid the clean ones up his legs.

“If we’d been somewhere with running water, I wouldn’ta had anything,” Bucky agreed. “Could’ve done with a bigger pot, though. I don’t know if I’m more annoyed at the person who bought this  or the person who made a chamber pot that’s too small for one long piss.” He blushed a bit before he managed to mumble, “Might be a good idea to have one at home. Just in case this shit happens again.”

Steve nodded in agreement. Though Bucky had never before been so bad off that he couldn't get out of bed, he woke up desperate for a toilet pretty frequently, and it couldn’t hurt to be prepared in case it ever got this bad again.

“A bigger one,” he said. “Like we used to have.” He gave Bucky a once-over, grinning a bit when he saw the small tent in the front of his pajama pants. “Let’s empty these out, and then I can take care of that,” he offered, pulling his boyfriend into a kiss before turning to deal with the jug and pot on bedside table.