@Phoenix49 I'm really sorry it took so long :(

Quinn sits on the couch, kneading his hands nervously. His friend Caleb is over, and they're going to watch a movie. Of course, Caleb suggested a horror movie. Quinn is absolutely terrified of horror, but he can't let Caleb know that. That's way too embarrassing. He's sixteen years old, for God's sake.

Brushing his black hair out of his eyes, Quinn says, "I'm gonna get some juice. Want some?"

"Sure, why not?" Caleb replies. So Quinn grabs two tall glasses of apple juice while Caleb starts the movie.

Quinn almost immediately chugs his out of anxiety. Waits for a jump scare. There it is. Quinn jumps off the couch quickly. "You okay dude?" Caleb asks.

"Yeah, just... need more juice." Caleb nodded. Hey, I can use that as an excuse anytime I'm scared! Quinn realizes.

So he got another glass of juice and drank some of that, too. It's only been half an hour. How long was this movie anyway?

"Hey bro, mind grabbing me some chips or something?"

"No problem!" Quinn says, gulping down the rest of his juice.

Quinn plops down on the couch, a fresh glass of juice in one hand and chips in the other.

"You sure drink a lot of juice," Caleb laughs.

"I like apple juice," Quinn pouts cutely.

Caleb chuckles. "Look, you're gonna miss the good part!"

Quinn hesitantly looks at the screen to see.. A ghost of some kind? Black eyes and mouth dripping goo. Quinn shudders and pulls his blanket up. He takes a drink of juice. I got this. Just have to last through the movie.

He realizes that would be more difficult than he thought when he felt pressure in his bladder. Maybe three glasses of juice wasn't such a great idea...

But now they were an hour in. Only an hour and a half to go. Quinn thought, I'll just hold it. It's not too long anyway. He didn't want to admit to himself that he was too afraid to walk down the dark hallway to the bathroom.

Another jump scare. Quinn jumps and clenches his legs. Please don't say anything, he pleaded in his head with his friend. No such luck.

"You okay man?" Caleb asks, half laughing and half concerned.

"Yeah, I'm fine..."

"Alright, if you say so." Caleb turns his attention back to the movie.

Shit, Quinn curses himself, why do you have to be such a coward? Can't even go pee by myself. Fuck. He squirms.

"Quinn?"

"Yes?" Quinn asks, blue eyes going wide.

"C'mon. What's going on?"

"Nothing. What do you mean? Nothing.."

"Alright. Don't tell me then."

Sorry...

He can't hold it much longer. The pressure has grown into a mild pain and throbbing. He shifts in his seat, discretely holding himself under the blanket.

An hour left. Fuck this shit. It's fucking scary and I really gotta piss!, Quinn thinks vulgarly, bouncing in his seat. He looks down the hall. Goddamn it, Quinn, you're sixteen years old!

Caleb is, thankfully, glued to the screen, unaware of Quinn's predicament.

Quinn bounces his leg and grimaces. I'm not gonna last an hour. He gazes down the hallway again, shuddering. He tries again to watch the movie. A couple minutes go by, and he's distracted by the movie. Until, of course, another jump scare comes up. Such a cheesy tactic. Honestly. But it scared him, and he almost jumped out of his skin. Fuckfuckfuck- "No!"

"Bro?"

"I-um..." Quinn stammered while clutching his slightly damp crotch.

"Quinn, are you alright?"

"I'm... alive."

"No shit?" Caleb laughs, and turns back to the end of the movie.

Quinn just whines quietly and stares straight forward. Shit, I don't think I can actually get up now...

As the end credits roll, Caleb stretches and smiles at Quinn. "Did ya like it?"

Quinn gulps and tosses the blanket off. "Yeah sure. But I... I really gotta..."

Caleb's gaze slowly trails down to where Quinn is still holding himself desperately.

"Dude, why didn't you just go piss?" Caleb chuckles.

"I don't know, I... I was kinda..." Quinn lowers his voice. "Scared..."

A look of pity crosses over Caleb's face. He holds out his hand to Quinn, who takes it reluctantly. But as soon as he stands up...

"Shit!"

"Quinn..."

"I can't... I couldn't..." And then the slight hold he had on himself crumbles. His pants quickly become wet and warm, and before long, he's standing in a puddle sighing in relief.

"Quinn, what happened?"

"I... was so interested in the movie that I didn't want to get up?"

"You could have just told me you were scared. I'd have gone with you."

Quinn's face flushes red. "A-asshole, I'm fine!"

Caleb just looks at him sadly. "Sorry," Quinn whispers, and walks to the bathroom, leaving wet footprints and cringing.

In the shower now, he feels strange. Why didn't it feel bad when I... He looks down. And why am I..? Tentatively, he rubs against his tip. Shudders, but this time in a good way. Quinn closes his eyes. He moans as he finishes.

He comes out of the bathroom to see that Caleb has mopped the floor and is now just awkwardly standing around. "You.. Didn't have to do that."

"I figured you didn't need to worry about it. I'm gonna head home so you can.. rest?"

"Yeah, I'm tired.. Um, bye.."

"Seeya."

And Quinn goes to bed, unsure of how he's feeling.

Okay I'm sorry if this is terrible and not what you wanted i just wrote it real quick while I'm sick in bed so please forgive me 🙏