Something new- Dirkjake
It had been Jake who suggested it. Surprisingly.
Jake wasn’t exactly vanilla in the bedroom, but at the mention of watersports, Dirk dropped his spoon into his soup, staring at his embarrassed, blushy boyfriend with wide eyes.
“Huh.” Dirk said, using a napkin to wipe up the splattered soup mess.
“S-So,” Jake pressed, obviously eager for an answer. He shifted in the wooden seat, face flushed bright red.
“Sure.” Dirk tried to seem nonchalant about it, but if he were completely honest, he was a little excited about it too. He would love to see Jake writhing under him as he pressed against his bladder—
“Really?” Jake asked in excitement, looking hopeful. “Because I’d like it if you were the one to… um… well, how do I say this nicely? Piss yourself. ”
Dirk dropped his spoon again, mouth agape in surprise. “Really now?”
“Well, y-yes! If… If that’s agreeable .” Jake flashed Dirk the patented puppy dog eyes, and Dirk felt his resolve crumble.
He heaved a sigh. “Uh… sure. Yeah. I can do that.”
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On The Night, the night that Dirk agreed to indulge Jake’s newfound kink, the two sat on the couch, watching a shitty sitcom silently. Jake had his arm around Dirk’s shoulders protectively, and Dirk was curled into Jake’s side, absentmindedly sipping at his seventh cup of ice water. This was really just a dumb way to pass time until the urge to piss hit, but Dirk really couldn’t bring himself to argue. Jake was warm and soft and it felt nice to have him so close and to have him waiting on Dirk hand and foot.
Jake would get up and refill his Batman mug every time it became empty, and by his twelfth cup, Dirk felt the familiar squeeze in his abdomen. He leaned up to press a small kiss on Jake’s lips. “I think…I think it’s time.”
Jake grinned and looked absolutely overwhelmed. He stammered, “O-Oh, C-Can you walk?”
Dirk chuckled, slid his shades off, and stood, flipping the TV off. “C’mon dude, I ain’t a baby.”
Jake scrambled to follow him to the bedroom, and pounced on his boyfriend like a bowl of fresh cream as soon as the door to the bedroom closed behind them. Dirk allowed himself to be pulled on Jake’s lap, revealing in the sensation of Jake’s warm lips on the nape of his neck. Although pleasurable, it still didn’t cover up the pressing need to piss. Dirk actually whimpered when Jake’s hand cupped the front of his pants and squeezed.
“Hold it.” Jake’s voice got husky—the sweet tone that he got when he was horny as hell. That almost mad Dirk want to whimper again.
Dirk did as he was told, although it was becoming increasingly more difficult as Jake spread his legs. Jake’s warm hands trailed up the front of Dirk’s baggy hoodie, he attacked the blonde’s nipples with rubs and pinches. The sensation shot to his dick and he felt himself leak just a little, just enough to make a small wet spot on the front of his MLP pajama bottoms.
“Shit.” He muttered, his face burning.
“Hm?” Jake looked down at the damp spot on Dirk’s crotch and clicked his tongue in disappointment. “I thought I told you to hold it, love.”
“I-I…” Dirk was really at a loss for words. Embarrassment flamed in his cheeks.
Jake sucked a hickey into Dirk’s skin, biting down hard enough to draw blood. Dirk gasped and keened, and another hot jet of urine spilled out of him. He prayed that Jake didn’t notice.
“ Dirk. ” Jake’s voice took an authority that gave Dirk a full body shiver.
Fuck. “Fuck.”
“You’re being a bad little boy, Strider. Making a mess of my pants and everything.” Jake tsked, his breath hot in Dirk’s ear. “What do you have to say for yourself?”
“I’m…..I’m….” He swallowed, trying to regain control over himself. He can’t believe how aroused he got over being called a bad little boy. Fuck. “Sorry, sir.”
“Damn right you are.” Jake’s voice got a hard edge to it when he was addressed as ‘sir’. Jake’s hands slipped into the waistband of Dirk’s pants, and his forearm dug into Dirk’s bladder at the odd angle. Dirk sucked in a breath as Jake grabbed his half hard length, thumbing the tip roughly.
“ Jake. ” Dirk pleaded, surprised by how breathless and needy he sounded.
“Hm?” Jake’s wrist dug into his bladder some more and Dirk gasped at the sensation.
“Jake—fuuuu—ck. Please let me piss, oh my fucking god.” Dirk demanded, writhing impatiently.
“Hmmm, nope.” Jake’s voice was coy and mischievous. “You’re going to have to ask me nicer than that, babydoll.”
Dirk sucked in another deep breath, he shoulders shaking with the effort. He felt the peck of tears at the corner of his eyes. He dropped his voice to a whisper. “Puh—please let me piss, sir .”
“Go ahead, baby.” Jake squeezed Dirk’s dick again, and Dirk almost screamed with relief. “Make a mess of us both.”
Dirk tried to release, but for the first time, he couldn’t. He practically sobbed. “Ja—Jake…I can’t. ”
Jake kissed the shell of his shaky boyfriend’s ear. He hummed softly, “Yes you can, love. Relax.”
Dirk took another deep breath and a small stream of urine came trickling out before the floodgates opened, and the hot, tacky liquid soaked both of their laps. Jake made a pleased sound, and Dirk felt the tears in his eyes flood down his cheeks as shame and embarrassment and relief all shook through him at the same time.
“Fuck, sweetheart. Precious. You’re doing so good, Dirk.” Jake talked him through it, placing a flurry of kisses all over his neck. “Beautiful.”
As Dirk finished with a shiver, the sheets and the mattress under them were a soppy puddle. Dirk felt Jake’s hardness against his ass and he managed a half laugh as he rocked against it.
“I’ll take care of that after we shower.”
Jake beamed, still looking breathless and turned on. He planted a chaste kiss on Dirk’s soft lips. “Agreed.”