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Eddie tried to walk as normally as he could as he exited the stage, despite the harsh twinges in his bladder and the urge to grab his cock with his hands or twist his legs together to quell the need. He raised one arm to wave to the audience, slipping away and out of sight. Chris was waiting for him, as always, and he immediately fell against him, hands fisting in his shirt.

“What’s up, Ed?” Chris’ hands smoothed up Eddie’s back soothingly.

“I’m about to piss myself,” Eddie hissed. Chris ignored the surge of adrenaline and arousal that shot through his veins at that, running his fingers through Eddie’s short curls. Eddie’s thighs were pressed tight together, ankles trying to cross despite his conscious mind trying to stop them. He clung to Chris harder, knuckles going white and eyes closing tight. Chris drank in the sight greedily. “Chris,” Eddie whined, knowing that Chris would be enjoying this, however now was not the time.

Oh, right.

He bent down and hooked his hands behind Eddie’s knees, hoisting him up and moving his legs so they were wrapped around his waist. Eddie whimpered, pressing his clothed cock hard against Chris’ stomach, desperate for the pressure to stop his bladder from giving in. He slid his arms behind Chris’ neck, head dropping onto his shoulder.

One of Chris’ hands stayed on the back of his head, the other to his ass to keep him from slipping. Eddie whimpered again and Chris shushed him softly.

“I know. It’s okay, baby.” Eddie reached down desperately with one hand, gripping his cock and groaning at the momentary relief it gave. “Stone!”

“He alright?” Stone asked when he looked up.

“He’s sick,” Chris lied, “can you drop his stuff at the front door on your way home? I gotta get him back.”

“Yeah, yeah. Sure, man,” Stone bobbed his head. Chris turned away quickly, throwing a ‘thank you’ over his shoulder and making his way out of the building. Eddie’s breathing had quickened, his grip on Chris growing ever tighter.

“I can’t,” Eddie whispered.

“It’s okay,” Chris said again. “I’m doing my best, but it’s okay if you can’t.”

Eddie heard yelling from outside as they came closer to where Chris had parked his car. Fuck, there was always fans out back, hoping to snag a picture or autograph.

“Don’t let them see.”

“I won’t.” Eddie buried his face against Chris’ shoulder, feeling tears of desperation pricking at his eyes. Chris reached his car, dug into his pocket for his keys and unlocked it. He opened the passenger door and carefully set Eddie on the seat. Eddie’s knees immediately came up to his chest, hands buried in his crotch. Chris shut the door and jogged around the front of the car, quickly getting in behind the wheel.

He glanced across at Eddie as he pulled away, seeing him curled in on himself and frowning with concern.

o O o

“Eddie, c’mon, we’re at home.”

“I can’t move,” Eddie whispered. He felt Chris’ arms around him again, cried out when his hands were moved from his cock and his underwear dampened immediately.

The moment his legs were around his waist again, he felt Chris’ hand over his crotch, pressing in place of his own when all Eddie could do was clench his fists in his shirt. He squeaked in surprise. Chris shushed him as he stepped inside their apartment. Chris felt his hand grow damp, again feeling a surge in his stomach. “Chris, Chris, Chris!”

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Chris said quickly. It dripped down his hand, soaking through Eddie’s pants and to Chris’ shirt. Eddie shuddered violently, gasping and going slack in Chris’ arms.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, relief flooding him at finally letting go. Chris held him close, heart still pounding excitedly as he felt piss soaking into his clothes and wetting his skin. Eddie buried his face against Chris’ neck, tears of relief making his eyelashes clump together. “You’re hard,” he said matter-of-factly. Chris blushed a little.

“Sorry.”

“It’s… fine. I’d rather you be hard than grossed out,” he mumbled. Chris smiled slightly, squeezing Eddie tighter for a second before he moved toward the bathroom. “Wait.”

“What’s up?”

“I want… I- can you… can you fuck me?”

“We’ll get you cleaned up…”

“No, like this. I want you to fuck me like this.”

“Eddie…”

“Just yes or no?”

“Yeah, of course, but why?”

“I think I understand. Why you like it.”

Chris nodded, taking Eddie now to the bedroom, thankful for once for their wood flooring as opposed to carpet, colder perhaps but infinitely easier to clean. He set Eddie down on shaky legs, picking up several towels and spreading them out on the bed. He beckoned Eddie closer, stripping him of his shirt and wet pants, sliding his soaked briefs down so they fell to the floor. Eddie shivered a little, and Chris moved quicker, pulling off his own dripping shirt and pants. Eddie sat down on the towels, slightly uncomfortable from having his own piss drying on his skin.

“Ready?” Chris asked softly, cupping Eddie’s jaw.

“Yeah. Show me.” He nodded. Chris smiled reassuringly and gently guided Eddie to lay back.

He started how he normally would, kissing him gently, his lips, then down his cheek and across his jaw, down his neck and chest and stomach. Stomach, now wet and slightly tacky with piss. He slid his tongue over Eddie’s skin slowly, tasting the salt on his skin and giving a satisfied hum. Eddie gasped quietly, putting a hand on the back of Chris’ head and tugging softly on his hair.

Chris smiled up at him, tongue still sliding over his abdomen. Eddie shuddered, throwing one leg up over Chris’ back, swearing quietly. Chris pressed a few kisses up his sternum, then slowly to his nipple, one flick of his tongue. He tugged softly with his teeth, making Eddie moan breathlessly.

He ran one hand over his thigh, still wet, and left one last kiss against Eddie’s chest. He sat back between his legs, reaching his other hand to trace his fingertips up his dick. Eddie shivered and pushed his hips up toward Chris’ hand.

“Okay?” Chris had to check, had to make sure Eddie wasn’t regretting this, wasn’t hating laying here still soaked in his own piss. Eddie nodded eagerly. “Good boy.”

Eddie bit his bottom lip, hard. Chris wrapped his fist around the base of his cock, sliding his grip up painfully slow, then back down. Eddie choked out a moan, rubbing his hand over Chris’ cheek and jaw, so contrastingly loving compared to his desperate noises and the more desperate still look in his eyes. Chris squeezed his cock gently, making him jump.

Eddie’s thumb rubbed across his cheek, their eyes locking suddenly together. Eddie drew breath to speak, interrupted by Chris’ lips slamming painfully into his, and Eddie had a fleeting thought he might have split his lip. He felt Chris’ tongue flicking across the same spot on his lip and figured he actually had, confirmed a few moments later when that same tongue slipped against his and he tasted the metallic tang of blood.

Chris pulled back a little. “Sorry,” he said quickly, then pressed their lips together again. Eddie bucked up into his hand that had gone still, reminding him to keep moving. Chris jerked him off slowly, speeding up the more Eddie whined until he was squirming beneath him.

“Chris?” Eddie murmured, and Chris hummed. “Piss on me.”

“What?”

“I’m not saying it again, idiot.”

“Are you sure? Don’t ask if it’s just for me…”

“It’s not. I think I get it. Why you like this.”

“But you want that?”

“Yes.”

Chris went still for a moment, aside from one hand rubbing over Eddie’s stomach softly.

“We’ll do it in the shower, that way if you don’t like it, we can stop and… you know.”

“M’kay.”

Chris stood up, taking Eddie’s hand and squeezing as he led him to the bathroom, turning on the shower and stepping in once it was warm. Eddie followed, looking up at him with excitement.

“How do you wanna do this, baby?”

“How do you normally…”

“On your knees, Vedder.”

Eddie dropped down instantly, blinking the water from his eyes. Chris slid his fist along his dick a few times, not enough to get hard, but enough to make Eddie’s eyes widen with adrenaline. “Tell me if you need to stop? Promise?”

“Promise.”

Chris looked down at him for a long moment, the water glistening on his parted lips, his cock rock hard between his legs.

“Close your mouth. At least this time. Trust me,” Chris smirked. Eddie rolled his eyes but closed it. Chris held his dick steady spreading his legs a little and sighing. There was a heartbeat where they were both still and quiet, then piss started splashing against Eddie’s collarbone. He gasped, reaching to palm himself slowly. He flinched when Chris directed the stream higher, over Eddie’s jaw and cheek.

Chris smiled when he didn’t pull away, reaching with his unoccupied hand to run his thumb over Eddie’s swollen lip, the dark spot that had now stopped bleeding. He felt his own piss, warm against his hand, and licked his lips quickly. He felt his bladder growing empty and aimed the last of what was in him over Eddie’s cock and the hand that was tugging at it.

Eddie moaned, head falling back and eyes closing blissfully. He jerked himself faster, feeling Chris’ stream come to an end, feeling his orgasm suddenly close. Chris mimicked his movements, pumping his own cock quickly to full hardness. Eddie hunched over and came with a long, deep groan. Cum spilled over his fingers, dripping to the tiles and being washed away down the shower drain. He panted heavily, water dripping from his nose and chin.

He looked back up after half a minute, seeing Chris still furiously jerking his tight fist over his length. He reached for Chris’ hips, pressing his tongue to the head of his cock and looking up at him, begging with his eyes. Chris moaned, stomach tightening as his climax began.

He swore under his breath, using his free hand to brace himself against the cool, tiled wall. His cock twitched in his grasp, sending spurts of his cum against Eddie’s tongue. Eddie wrapped his lips around his dick, sucking lightly to coax every drop of cum out of him.

“Ah, fuck, Ed,” he groaned, still jacking himself off, though slower, now. Eddie kept licking softly until Chris pushed him back gently when the overstimulation set in. He helped him up, kissing him to taste himself and humming before pulling back and setting his hands on Eddie’s shoulders. “Well?”

“Hm?”

“Did you like it?”

“I understand now. And I fucking loved it.”