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After being hunched over a workbench for what Jay couldn't quite tell had been hours, completely absorbed in the project he was currently working on, he had been practically hauled away from the desk by Cole, who barged into the room demanding Jay take a break and drink some water. He probably needed it.
Which led to Jay lying on top of Cole, both in nothing but their boxers, limbs tangled together on Cole's bed.
It had started innocently enough, but as most of their time spent lazing together behind closed doors tended to go, it quickly shifted into a frantic makeout session.
Jay licks at Cole's lips, gaining entrance into his mouth, which earns him an aroused groan from Cole. Their tongues slide against each other, hot and wet, and utterly perfect, Jay thinks, moving his hands up to Cole's head to pull at his dark locks. Cole shivers and moans into Jay's mouth, and Jay feels a strong twitch from Cole's rapidly hardening dick, which is currently nestled against Jay's crotch.
Tugging harder on Cole's hair, Jay sneers, "You're into hair-pulling, huh? Figures."
"Wha— huh? Whaddya mean 'figures'?" Cole rebuts, a dark blush spreading across his face, "Says the guy who melts at a mere word of praise in bed," he snickers.
It is now Jay's turn to blush. He stammers, failing to muster up an appropriate comeback. Jay lowers his head, groaning, and something that sounds like the phrase "Shuddup" is muffled by Cole's shoulder.
"C'mon Sparky, no need to be so embarrassed," Cole grins playfully, pushing his hips up, his hard dick straining against the wetness in Jay's boxers. He grinds up against Jay, repeating the motion until he gets a reaction.
Jay abruptly lifts his head and gasps, "Haah— Fuck, that's good."
"Yeah? You like that? You just sit pretty for me and take it like a good boy."
At that, Jay folds immediately. Every ounce of dominance leaves his body at two simple words. Damn it all, Cole is right.
Within seconds, Cole's tongue is on Jay's neck, licking and kissing patches of saliva onto it which causes Jay to shiver at the cold air against his skin, the sensation only serving to further his arousal. Jay can't take it anymore, he's remained civil for this long. He begins to grind his hips down, his wet cunt sliding against Cole's hard cock through their boxers, the sudden pressure right where they both want it most making them groan in tandem, the fabric of their underwear adding some extra, much desired friction.
They continue on like this for a while, panting and gasping into each other's mouths, Cole occasionally pulling back to dole out praise to Jay, which Jay, to neither of their surprise, utterly melts at. Cole takes the opportunity to plant his mouth on Jay's exposed neck, once again kissing and licking long stripes from his neck down to his collarbone, all while he grasps Jay's trembling frame in his calloused hands.
Jay begins to feel a pressure building in his lower abdomen, but not exactly the type of pressure that would be expected in this situation. Remembering the sheer amount of water he had gulped down earlier, he becomes aware of a growing problem.
"Shit— Cole, wait. I-I need to go piss," Jay stutters out.
In response, Cole simply makes a noncommittal noise, content to keep kissing and licking at Jay's neck.
"Seriously! If you don't let me go I'll wet myself!"
Cole continues his ministrations on Jay's neck while Jay squirms, making a feeble attempt to escape from Cole's tightening grasp. Jay doesn't fail to notice Cole's dick jump through his boxers.
"Wait... don't tell me you're into this?"
"Guilty," laughs Cole, awkwardness seeping into his voice.
Jay's look of pure disbelief says it all, "Damn, you really are a freak."
Cole snorts, refusing to argue back. Instead, he dives back into Jay's neck, nipping at it with his teeth, hands reaching further down his body to squeeze at his ass.
"Aargh! Quit it! Let go of me Cole!" Jay continues to writhe in Cole's strong grip, before letting out a long, agitated sigh and finally giving in. "Fine. But you'd better clean up, okay?"
"Yeah, yeah." Cole gives Jay's ass another squeeze. "You know you like it."
Jay huffs at Cole's remark, but he doesn't disagree. They spend the next while humping against each other. It's sloppy and desperate, all teeth and tongue where their hungry mouths meet, Jay's bladder remaining a distracting yet pleasurable presence as it pulses from fullness within him.
"You'd better let it out soon Jay, you don't wanna hurt yourself," Cole teases.
Jay scowls, "Nnng..." He moans through gritted teeth, "I'm not— I'm not made of glass, you asshole," continuing to grind his hips down on Cole, his movements stutter and he gasps when his full bladder pushes up just right inside him. Jay shifts his hips faster and faster against Cole, the slickness in his boxers, as well as the precum from Cole's stiff dick making the slide easier. He then shoves his hips down onto Cole, hard, and moans out, loud. Tears begin to prick at the corners of his eyes from how good it feels, his bladder throbbing and his clit pulsating from the stimulation and need for release. The animalistic desire for sexual pleasure and the throbbing, almost painful fullness in his bladder are fighting against each other in a vigorous battle for release.
Cole watches the man above him in awe. He doesn't think he's ever been this turned on in his life.
The building pressure within Jay is nearing its peak, he doesn't exactly know how his bladder has managed to hold on for this long, especially with how much it's been jostled, but he certainly isn't complaining. Jay is powerless to stop the static pooling at his fingertips while he grasps onto Cole's arms. Cole hisses from the shocks, his dick spurting even more precum into his boxers.
"C-uuh— Cole... I-I'm...!" Jay finishes with a sharp inhale, his whole body trembling as the tension inside him finally snaps, waves and waves of release crashing over him.
Jay collapses onto Cole, panting harshly, "Holy shit..."
Cole pets Jay's hair, wiping away tears from freckled cheeks with his other hand, "You good? That seemed... Intense."
Jay looks up to meet Cole's gaze, and Cole barely misses the mischievous glint in his eyes.
Before Cole has a chance to speak again, Jay reaches up and tugs on his hair, hard. Cole moans and shivers as he feels a warm, wet sensation pooling in between them. Their bodies are flush against each other, and Cole feels all of it; Jay's stuttering hips, the hot piss dripping down their bodies, his own rapidly increasing breaths as suddenly, before he even realises what's happening, Jay gives his hair one last yank and Cole is cumming, hard. Cole tenses up and whimpers, caught completely off guard as his thick cock spasms and pulses, cum spurting out of the tip, soiling his underwear, which, by all accounts, is already soiled.
"Fucking hell Jay..." Cole mutters, exasperated, to which Jay simply responds with a smirk.
"You know you like it."