"Hey man, ya doin' okay?"

"Uh, yeah, James, I'm good. Why?"

"I dunno, you're just movin' around a lot and I thought you might be sick."

Oh, he wasn't sick, but Johnny did have another problem. He had to pee, quite badly. But they were in a car, in the middle of a traffic jam.

The boys were on their way to a concert for one of Colt's favorite bands and, being excited and not wanting to hold up the trip, Johnny figured he'd just go at the concert venue. Obviously, no one anticipated the traffic. He hadn't gone all day, and it was now mid-afternoon.

Johnny's fidgeting didn't stop. It became very noticeable to the other boys. James and Andrew were concerned, while Colt thought Johnny's discomfort was hilarious.

"How you doin' back there John?" Drew asked, "Ya sure you're not sick?"

"Yes, I'm sure!" Johnny snapped at his older brother.

"Hey, no need to fight, kids," Colt said playfully. He was ignored.

"Man, you actually look kinda pale, want some water?" James asked, trying to be helpful.

"W-water? N-no thanks..."

"You really need to stay hydrated; we don't want ya getting sick in my car," James said.

"Yeah, here, bud," Drew said, handing him a bottle of water.

"I don't want it!"

"Geez, chill. I wasn't tryna force it down your throat..."

"Sorry," Johnny apologized sincerely.

A strong urge hit Johnny and he doubled over. Colt laughed, exclaiming, "Jimmy, he gonna barf in your car!"

James did not find this funny. "Do you need a... a bag or something?"

"No. No, I'm good." His bladder throbbed when he said that, making "good" come out "goo-ood"and he leaned forwards again.

"You sure don't sound 'goo-ood'!" Colt said.

"I'm f-fine..." He was definitely not fine. Johnny once again started bouncing in his seat. He adjusted first the seatbelt then his jeans. They were putting too much pressure on his bladder.

Glug glug. Johnny winced at the sound of Colt chugging his water. He snuck a hand to his crotch and squeezed for a moment. He groaned. "Hey, if you're gonna be sick, aim out the window, 'kay?" James instructed him.

"Little bro, ya sure you'll be alright?"

A spurt of urine made its way into his boxers and a hand shot to his crotch again. John shook his head weakly. "You have to drink this," Drew said seriously.

Not wanting to tell the guys what was really the matter, he accepted the bottle his brother shook in front of him and downed half of it. He knew it was impossible, but it felt like the liquid went straight to his bladder.

"Th-thanks..."

"Don' mention it."

He leaked again. He crossed his legs the best he could with the belt on, but that only made it cut into his bladder more. He only managed to cut off the flow with his hand. He didn't realize Colt was looking at him.

"Does somebody hafta go potty?"

"No. Shut up." Johnny grumbled, face going red.

"Wassat?" James asked."

"Nothin," John said. But he didn't fool anybody. Col's comment made Drew more closely analyze Johnny's actions. He bounced up and down, refused water, and constantly shifted his weight. He even played with the seatbelt strap. Andrew mentally slapped himself. Johnny definitely had to pee.

"Ah, John?"

"What," Johnny said irritably. It didn't come out as a question. He really, really needed to go. He gave himself another squeeze and bounced some more.

"Do you need-?"

"No! I said I'm fine!"

Colt reached over and poked Johnny's abdomen. Pain shot through his bladder and he yelped, grabbing his crotch again. Colt knew for sure now, and seeing how bad it was, didn't think it was so funny anymore. "James? I think we need to look for a gas station soon as we're outta this traffic." James understood immediately and promised to stop at the nearest one.

Johnny couldn't deny it anymore. He needed to pee, bad. He unbuckled his seatbelt and undid his pants button to ease the the pressure. It wasn't enough. He crossed his legs tightly and gripped the leg of his jeans.

"Ready to say what's wrong yet?" Colt teased.

"Fine, okay! I need to fuckin piss within the next two minutes or I'm gonna explode!"

"Little dramatic, don'tcha think?" Johnny shot a death glare at Colt, but didn't say a word.

"Look buddy, I'm gonna get you to a gas station as soon as possible, but uh, this traffic's not goin' anywhere at the moment," James said.

"Okay, I just hope it hurries!" Johnny said through clenched teeth.

"I know, we've been stuck here for easily half an hour!"

John groaned again loudly. "Just... hang in there, okay?" That, surprisingly, came from Colt. The boy actually looked like he felt bad for Johnny.

Johnny was to the point where he was looking around for anywhere to go. Noticing this, James handed him an empty bottle and asked, "Will this work?"

Well, judging by the ocean inside him, it would not. "No. T-too small." Tears were beginning to form in his eyes.

"Um, are you gonna be alright?"

"It hurts..." As the youngest by two years, Johnny really didn't need the others to see him more as a baby, but he couldn't help it.

"Just... go," James mumbled.

"W-what? I-I can't, I can't do that! This is your car!"

"The car can be cleaned."

"Jimmy..." he whined pitifully.

"I don't want you to be in pain, and I'm sure your brother doesn't either."

"Yeah, it'll be okay," Drew added.

"Just listen to them, will ya?" Colt advised.

"I..." As much as he really wanted to... "No. can't."

"Lemme help you then..." Colt said, and pressed down hard on Johnny's bladder. John gasped and cursed in pain and a long spurt came out before he stopped it with his hands.

"Don't do that," Colt commanded, and pulled Johnny's hands away from his crotch, holding them up in the air. Johnny squirmed and struggled and did everything he could to hold it in.

Colt sighed and pressed his bladder again before letting go of Johnny's hands. This time, Johnny gave in. He was wetting his pants like a baby, and liking it. He peed for what felt like forever, moaning and panting in relief. When he came back down from the high of going after so long, he was extremely embarrassed.

"What do I do about this?" He asked when he was finally done, and pointed at his soaked pants.

Colt gave Johnny his hoodie to wrap around his waist. "Don't worry," he assured, "it'll be dark in there. No one'll notice. Just uhhh, wash that jacket before you give it back, yeah?"

At that moment, the cars finally started moving.

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