Noah POV

Lewin's driving me home. He's driving us back from a music convention thing. It was pretty far away from my house. Like, almost an hour away. I almost wet myself on the way there. I don't want to say anything, I mean, we're almost there. I'll be fine, right? There's probably only like 10 minutes left or something.

Lewin hits a pothole. I gasp and hold myself. "Noah?" He sounds concerned. "Are you okay?"

"I'm... fine." I squeak, my face is hot. Jesus, I really need to pee.

Lewin lightly slaps my arm. "No, you're not. What's wrong?"

"..." I don't look at him. "Nothing..."

"Noah." He says. Shit. He knows I love when he says my name like that. I don't think I'm gonna make it to my house. My bladder hurts.

Lewin hits another pothole. SHIT. A spurt comes out. I press my thighs together and grip my dick harder

Lew looks over at me. "...Eyes on the road, dipshit." I mumble

He puts a hand on my thigh. "Lew..." I kind of half moan. "...How long until we get to my house?"

"Like 10 minutes, Babe." He stokes my inner thigh.

I groan.  "Can we go faster?" I want death; this is so embarrassing.

"D... do we need to?" Lew sounds shocked.

"Well, if you don't want me to fucking piss myself in your car!" I snap. And immediately feel bad. "...Sorry."

"No, no, it's fine." Lew pauses, "It's, uh, alright if you do."

I look over at him, embarrassed, "W-what?"

"If you... you know..." Lew blushes, "have an... accident."

It's silent for a minute. Despite my efforts, I can feel myself leaking. "...Are you sure?"

"Yes!" Lew exclaims, "I mean, I'd prefer if you didn't, but..."

"I won't!" I say as I'm hit by a wave of desperation, "I can hold it for..."

"8 minutes." He finishes.

"Yep! I'm fine! Completely fine! I can totally hold it!" I am going to explode as soon as I get out of this damn car.

It feels like forever before I realize the inevitable. "Lew!" I cry out, and he looks at me, concerned, "I... I can't hold it!" The are tears in my eyes and I can't tell if they're from embarrassment or desperation. "How much longer?!"

"It's only been 2 minutes, Babe!" There is fear in his voice, but not as much as I feel.

I wail as I feel myself release little by little. "Lew! I'm peeing! I can't stop it!"

"Let go, it's okay!" He sounds... kind of scared? I don't know how to explain. But it kind of scares me, and end up doing what he told me to. I can feel the warm liquid streaming down my thighs. The tears are definitely from embarrassment. I'm full on crying now.

"I-I'm so sorry!!" I yell, finally finished and not looking at my boyfriend. My face is on fire. "Oh my God, I just peed in your car. I'll clean it up! I promise! God damn it, I'm so stupid! I should have warned you. I'm so sorry. I promise I didn't mean to!"

"Hey." Lew lightly slaps my thigh. "It's okay. Babe. It's fine. Everyone has accidents. I'll clean the car, it's no big deal. Are you okay? You sounded like you were holding it for a while. What did you mean by warn me?"

"It's not fine, though." I say, glaring at my soaked jeans, "This... isn't an unusual thing. I can only hold it for about an hour... and often don't make it... I'm sorry..."

"That's okay." He pulls into my driveway. "We all have our problems."

I quickly take him in. "You're... seriously fine with that? You... don't... care?"

"Babe, I love you. Why would I care." He learns over and kisses me on the cheek. "Come on, we're here."

Lew gets out of the car and comes around to let me out. Seeing the puddle I left on his seat is, I will say, incredibly embarrassing. But Lew picks me up bridal style and carries me in, me shyly complaining the whole way.