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“Dude, I think I’ve gotta pee.”
Andy shuffles around a little, lifting his head to glare up at Joe from his spot on his chest. Joe responds with a sigh.
“Yeah, I know we’re busy, but I kinda don’t wanna wizz on you, man,” Joe huffs, freeing his arm from between him and Andy in hopes of soft launching his release.
Joe has been trapped under Andy in his bed for the better part of 3 hours, the older boy’s limbs wrapped around him like tentacles and his face buried deep into Joe’s chest.
Joe says ‘trapped’ not because he hasn’t been enjoying being cuddled up to his boyfriend all day, but because if he had wanted to leave earlier, he most certainly wouldn’t have gotten very far. Or gotten anywhere. At all.
See, Andy has this quirk about him. Not to say that he doesn’t have a plethora of other abnormalities, but this specific trait is one that affects the band on a more consistent basis than the others.
Joe tries at a little shimmy in order to loosen Andy up, which earns him a little warning nibble on his collarbone that obviously means to say that Joe should stay still.
It’s just that, while usually harmless, Andy has a habit of biting in order to get his way.
“Come on, Andy,” Joe whines as he gently pushes at the boy on top of him, “we’re just prolonging the inevitable here.”
Andy grumbles, which is his version of a dog’s growl basically, and Joe knows that he’s traversing into ‘I’m very close to biting you’ territory. He has to go about this carefully or he’s never going to be able to relieve himself.
He lets out a loud sigh, bringing his arms over Andy’s shoulders and relaxing every muscle like he’s given up.
Joe can feel Andy detense as well, and he fights back a smile at the fact that his plan is already going perfectly.
Joe lets it be for a good while; lazily toying with the short strands of Andy's hair before eventually pivoting and sneaking his arms under his chest.
Joe waits another moment, letting the change settle for a moment to curb suspicion.
Then, when the moment is finally right, he draws back a little and shoves Andy off him.
Andy lets out a yelp that turns into an enraged growl as Joe hastily hops off the bed.
Joe is so close to getting free. He’s away from Andy and off the bed; the last step is to just get to the bathroom with all limbs unbitten.
Joe’s just gotten his foot untangled from the duvet when a sinister snap rings out, and suddenly he can’t move his arm.
“Fuck.” he swears under his breath, before slowly turning around to meet the eyes of his captor.
Andy has the hem of Joe’s sweater sleeve caught in between his teeth, his lips curled in a snarl as he pins his boyfriend with a threatening look.
“Andy,” Joe begins, and hilariously, his voice shakes a little, “Please, man, I’ll just be a moment.”
Andy squints suspiciously at him, pulling at his sleeve a little before finally, finally, letting go.
“Five minutes,” Andy mutters lowly and gives Joe a warning look before settling back into bed.
Joe lets out probably the longest sigh of relief in the world as he books it to the bathroom.
Joe only takes about 3 minutes back in bed with Andy, limbs curled around each other’s and feeling perfectly content to have only earned one punishment bite.