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Green is already calling himself doomed.
For starters, Yellow's driving. And he's in the passenger seat.
In the back, Orange sits behind Yellow, Red is in the middle, and Blue sits behind Green.
They're 30 minutes away from home without the traffic. Green's been bouncing his leg aimlessly for the past 10 minutes.
He has to piss. Badly. He has said nothing about it to any of the other 4 people with him, and none of the 4 have anything to say back to him either. Because nobody's noticed.
Red was playing something on his phone, Orange has been in and out of sleep for most of the drive, Yellow's busy actually driving, and Blue is simply looking out the window.
It was only when he groaned and shut his legs together tighter did anybody notice. Blue leaned around the seat with concern. “Are you alright, Green..?”
“I'm fine,” he was quick to lie. “Just annoyed about all this traffic.”
Red had glanced up and had stared at Green as he and Blue talked, squinting at him. “Are you .. suuure? You look awfully sweaty.”
“A-.. am I??”
“Mmm? You sounded surprised by that . Is there something you don't wanna tell us?”
He folded his hands in his lap, subtly applying pressure. “No.”
Red leaned forward more out of the seatbelt to the point Yellow gave him a confused glance.
“Sooo you wouldn't mind if III tickled you?”
“I. Would mind, what the hell Red?– OH-”
Green yelled for Red to ‘cut it the fuck out’ immediately, which he did– he was only planning on doing it for a second or two anwyays– but now Green's hands were very suspiciously placed over his crotch, looking out the window angrily.
It was taking pretty much everything in Green to not entirely piss himself. Like a fucking child.
Red’s expression softened. Yellow kept glancing between the two, Orange was awake now, and Blue's concern continued to radiate from behind him, despite not being able to see them.
He was so unbelievably fucked.
“..I didn't mean to, Green.”
Green doubled over in a sudden wave of desperation, tensing every muscle in his body.
Yellow gave him an empathetic glance.
“..FINE, fine, I have to piss! I am going to fucking piss myself in less than 5 minutes unless there's something we can do about it!”
He heard rummaging from behind him.
Red grabbed an old slushie cup that had been forgotten to get thrown away. “You could pee in this?”
Green shuddered with disapproval.
Blue had bent over to look in the trunk. “Surely we left a towel back here from the beach..??”
He held himself with a white-knuckle grip. Yellow seemed almost scared. He tried not to scoff– as if he wasn't even more fearful?!
Orange sort of stared blankly, glancing around.
Blue took off their sweater, revealing the T-shirt on underneath it and a few minor burn scars, holding it over the console.
Green blinked rapidly.
“But– B, it's your favorite–”
“Do you care about me or the car more?”
“You??? Why would I–”
“Well, I– maybe shouldn't have said it like that, but I care about the car's sanctity more than I care about my sweater in this moment! It's called putting it in the washing machine!”
“I know that, but–” Green rabidly threw off his own jacket and crammed it between his legs instead. “This isn't something you have to fix..”
“Green–”
“I'm not taking no for an answer, I'm not getting my piss on your stuff!!”
“But if you get your jacket wet, what are you going to use to cover it? The sweaters more absorbent, I'll–”
Green suddenly remembered he's still wearing pants. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck, they're right, he's about to sit in soggy ass pants for at least 20 minutes. He quickly unbuttoned his pants, leaving just his underwear. He should really get those off too, but he's not quite interested in showing anyone in any other car his pussy. … He leans deeper in the seat, hiding himself, trembling. A bigger leak got on his jacket, he brought it down with him.
He was muttering curses under his breath.
“Shit– I didn't want to use the cup but I might have to, I don't– I don't know what else to do!” Why was he about to cry? He felt so stupid–
Red panickedly threw the cup at his head. At least it fell into the space Green was occupying– he clutched it so intensely he almost worried he was about to break it, pulling his underwear off in a panic, positioning the cup under himself and–
Green breathed with relief, tears still barely formed in his eyes. The car got awkwardly quiet, and for the first time, the unintentional attention felt kind of like torture. He blushed like hell.
The problem arose when he realized it wasn't a fucking big enough cup. He forcibly cut himself off with a whimper, the extra bit he couldn't control spilling out slightly.
“..are, you, uhm. Good? Now?” Yellow forced out.
“...I still have to go, but the cup is full.” The horror was apparent on his face.
“Oh. That is not good in the slightest.”
“Tell me something I don't fucking know, Yellow.”
“..well. I mean. Just going on the clothes will work too, I’m sure.”
Orange peeped up. “...you emptied most of it, can't you just hold the rest?”
Green wiped his eyes. “I mean- I could try, but– I feel like I have to go– twice as bad now– ack–”
He was holding himself without any fabric in-between, desperation at its finest. Orange was trying to not entirely lose his mind. He wanted to fuck him so bad, holy shit. But he wouldn't. Not right now… his boner said otherwise, but still. He crossed his legs and eagerly removed his outer shirt too, a graphic tee, leaving just a long-sleeved striped shirt beneath it.
“J-just in case you need it.”
“I don't want to piss on your guyses clothes– oh my god…!”
“It kind of seems like you're going to have to..” Red awkwardly gave up his flannel.
Orange steeled himself, taking a deep breath. He leaned forward in his seat and over the console, getting Green as close as possible and whispered, “Green, I'm going to have to be real with you here, I find this hot as fuck. Please don't want to break up with me, and please piss on my shirt.”
Green had to do a double take. “I– you– okay. Okay.”
He wasn't sure if he was ready to admit he was maybe feeling the same, if this situation had been less intense maybe he could be feeling more arousal than fear here.
Green arranged the clothes as Blue's sweater on the bottom, Red's flannel in the middle, and Orange's shirt on top.
He let his aching muscles relax for just a second, and what remained of the torrent immediately fell out of him.
With great shame (yet also arousal?) he wiped himself off on the corner of Orange's shirt, pulling his pants and underwear back on.
They were 20 minutes away from home. Nobody said much of anything, everyone forgoing saying anything about all that nor generally.
Green considered the possibility of the idea that he was feeling every emotion at once as he stared out at nothing in particular, Red handing him the lid to the cup and keeping it in place between his shoes.
When they got home, it was dark out; Green held the clothes and the cup in a little pile. Blue and Orange each gave him a quick peck, but he was pretty sure Blue did it as a comfort and Orange did it more flirtatiously.
He dumped the cup outside and threw the clothes into the washing machine immediately, starting it with a few other things.
Green didn't know how to feel.