(Lew lives in his own apartment in this chapter)

Lewin POV

Noah is lying on my couch in nothing but one of my t-shirts and a pair of my boxers. Suddenly he stands and puts his phone down on the couch. "Hey, come here." I say, sitting up straight. Noah obeys, stopping right in front of me

"What do you want?" He asks with a teasing tone

"You're very cute in that outfit, you know?" I say, teasing too as I lean forward

"Bitch, I'm aware." Noah smirks and I bring my hand up and place it on his ass. He smirks farther. I pull Noah onto my lap in a straddling position and he places a hand on my chest. I rest the hand that isn't on Noah's ass on his thigh on the skin just below his (my) boxers. He leans forward and presses his forehead against mine.

"You're awfully close to me." I whisper and softly run my hand up his thigh, hiking up the loose material of his (my) boxers and showing me more of his beautiful brown skin. Noah tries to hold back a little laugh as his leg flinches away from me. "What was that?" I ask with a little teasing laugh of my own

"I'm ticklish, shut up." Noah responds, blushing and glancing downward

"Are you?" I ask, removing my hand from his ass and placing it on his hip

"Don't tickle me, Lewin, I swear." He says, but there's still a teasing tone, so I refuse. Soon Noah's giggling and it's absolutely fucking adorable. I think he's trying to say something, but now both of my hands are at work and he's laughing so hard he can't speak.

"S-stop!" He finally gets out, "I-I'm gonna p-pee myself!" I only smirk at him. He's totally bluffing.

But then my leg is getting wet, and it's warm, and I look down, and realize that no, Noah was not bluffing. Noah is peeing himself, and right in my lap. My hands still and I look back up at Noah. His face is completely red, and he looks very close to tears. "Oh my God, I am so sorry." He says, pushing himself away. "I can't believe I just did that, I am so sorry." Noah is trying to get off me, but he's in a bit of an awkward position, and he's trying to get away very quickly. Noah ends up falling back onto the floor. He yelps softly and I slide down and crouch on the ground, taking in my boyfriend. Noah's laying on the floor, holding himself up on his elbows, knees bent in the air, he's crying now, and he's completely soaked his (my) boxers. He looks like a dear caught in headlights, and I feel bad for him.

"I'm sorry." I say, leaning forward

"Why?" Noah asks, genuine confusion and shame in his voice, "I... I peed on you! I'm the one who needs to apologize!"

"No, you don't. It wasn't your fault. It was an accident. You had an accident, that's all. And it was my fault. You warned me." Noah just frowns. He's obviously trying to think of why he should be apologizing, and I lean farther forward, "Come here, Babe." I say softly. He sits up. I hug him, and after a second, he holds me tight. "Let's go clean up, okay?" I whisper in his ear, pushing the couch out of mind for now. Noah nods shakily against my shoulder.