Virgil sighed. He was in the middle of a conference call with his boss, and it was quite boring. He'd been drinking all morning to quell the intense feeling of boredom, and was beginning to need to pee. He couldn't just hop off the call though, or excuse himself. It was a zoom meeting, and he didn't want everyone to have to stop just for him.

Plus, there were so many people on..well, seven, but that was a lot when you had a huge anxiety disorder and you had to ask for something that could potentially annoy them.

He kept his mouth shut, and tried his best to pay attention. He was a trusted member of the team, and a great asset to the company, despite his flaws. He was sure they wouldn't mind a bathroom break-besides, everyone else probably needed one too, it had been a couple of hours.

At least he wasn't entirely in frame, he was at a desk, and they could only see him chest up. They couldn't see him holding himself for dear life, but they could see when his face twisted and morphed his features into that of panic and discomfort.

He began to tap his foot-it was a nervous tic he had, and was forever trying to contain. But he couldn't so he just let it happen. He leaned back in his chair, sighing gently. He really needed a break. It was getting real bad. Normally, his boyfriends were in the room with him trying to distract him and get him in trouble for laughing, but they weren't there that time.

They were out.

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"Janus, what time is it?" Remus groaned, "we've been shopping for hoursssss!!!!"

Janus sighed through his nose, "Remus. It has only been four hours-"

"That's a long time for shopping! We barely even got anything!" Remus huffed.

"Virgil's on a really really important call right now, we can't risk getting him in trouble, and even if we aren't in the same room, we both know damn well that you'll cause trouble. So go get a damn pretzel and shut up" Janus smirked.

"Fine. But are you not worried for him?" Remus asked.

"Why would I be worried?" Janus asked.

"Well, he's been on that call for four hours, and you know, what if he gets really anxious or something? We won't be there to help him out or whisper that it'll be okay. We're usually the distraction that fights his nerves away.." Remus said.

"Remus, I know he'll be okay. He shouldn't have to do anything that'll cause him to have a panic attack, because we made sure he had everything he needed before we left so that he wouldn't have to ask for anything." Janus said, consoling Remus' thoughts.

"Okay...it's been four hours though, he's probably done anyways!" Remus groaned.

"Oh my god, stop screaming! The entirety of the Walmart staff is going to kick us out!" Janus hissed, "but fine..Let's go home."

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Virgil's eyes were getting very watery as he tried to wipe the tears away, and keep everything at bay. He hadn't used the bathroom in nearly five hours, and he'd had so much to drink-god, his anxiety wasn't helping him at all. Everything seemed to just be rushing to his bladder, it felt horrible.

"So, the company's manufacturing program is really starting to.."

Virgil hadn't meant to zone or tune out his boss's voice, but it just hurt so bad. It felt so full. He couldn't stop shifting his position or moving around in his chair. Soon enough, he felt leaks beginning to happen, and it was absolutely terrifying.

His breathing began to pick up as he thought, 'no no no, not here, not now..they'll hear it-god, i'm not aloud to mute myself, what do I do?!?'

He took a few steady, deep breaths and squeezed himself tightly, squeezing his eyes shut for half a moment. He felt another leak, so quickly knocked a pen off of his desk so that he could pretend to pick it up as he twisted his body into a position where he was doubling over.

He was frustrated and panicked, and could barely even breathe. His eyes widened as his muscles began to fail, and started to relax. He quickly locked himself up, thinking about how other people could probably hear him. His shy bladder immediately stopped leaking, just enough for him to compose himself and begin paying attention to the meeting again.

"We should be ending in ten minutes folks, we just have to verify some things."

And now that he had a time, Virgil couldn't stop staring at the clock, counting down every single second that passed. It was making his bladder over excited now that he knew he'd be able to go soon.

But even with the shyness, the need took over. His bladder knew it couldn't handle the pressure anymore, and began to slowly release it's contents into his pants just as the ten minutes ended.

His eyes went wide and filled with tears. He could hear it very audibly, but that was probably just his anxiety tricking him. He quickly contained himself, the baseball sized wet patch on his pants making him realize the dire situation he was in.

And just as he thought he was going to be able to get off, as everyone else already had, his boss asked him to stay after.

He felt like he could cry.

His boss noticed his attention was away from him, and asked if he was okay.

"Yes, yes, i'm fine!" Virgil gasped out, "can I get off now?!" He squeaked as he began to leak again.

"Are you sure?" His boss asked, a stern look on his face, "you seemed to be very distant this meeting, like your mind was on something else.."

Virgil was now full force pissing into his jeans, his hands, which were clamped tightly around his cock, soaked. His eyes now were filled with glistening, unshed tears, and his face had gone completely red.

His boss raised an eyebrow, about to comment on Virgil's tears, when he heard it.

A audible pitter patter of the piss pooling around Virgil's ass slowly leaking off the chair as more forced it away.

"Oh..are you..?"

"No!" Virgil croaked, a panic attack in his voice, "I-I spilled something-bye!" He quickly exited the call, and buried his face in his hands, beginning to sob loudly.

And of course, it was at that moment, his boyfriends walked through the door, "Virgil!" They called.

Virgil looked up wide-eyed, his boyfriends stopping in their tracks as they saw him.

His breathing picked up again, and he began tugging at his hair, sweating as the warm liquid continued to ruin the chair, and make a puddle on the tiles below him.

"Oh-Virgil..." Janus said softly, walking over.

"O-oh my go-o-od, don't touch me, i'm disgusting! This is so-so gross-i'm sorry!" He sobbed, covering his red face.

"Virgil, hey! It's alright, it's okay! Wr can clean the mess and wash the clothes-it's not gross, ah, baby-here, look, are you finished?" Remus asked.

Virgil's lip quivered, and he nodded.

"Okay..let's get you a shower. Put your wet clothes in the bathroom sink and we'll come and get them. We'll clean t he mess" Janus offered.

"No! You can't do that, I-I can't-it's too gross please don't!" Virgil said, "I feel so bad.."

"Hey, hey..it's okay, come here..breathe with me, here, in and out, come on.." Remus began, helping Virgil out.

They did this a few times, before Virgil calmed down, tears subsiding as he began to get up, now cold piss running down his legs and making the puddle on the floor bigger. He cringed at the feeling and the sound it made.

He went into the shower, and cried there for a while, while Janus and Remus cleaned the mess, and replaced his wet clothes with comfier ones, giving him all the time he needed to clam down.

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About thirty minutes later, a red eyed, blotchy faced Virgil, with bright, slowly fading tear tracks came out of the bathroom, still sniffling as he joined Remus and Janus on the living room sofa, sitting between them, and they both cuddled him.

After a few minutes, Janus asked, "now..tell us what happened, sweet pea."

"I-I got nervous-and anxious" he whispered, "and I kept on drinking, and then I had to pee so bad-and I just couldn't bring myself to ask for a break, it was such a serious call, I didn't wanna disrupt it for something as trivial as a bathroom break, and I-"

Janus interrupted him as he heard a change in his breathing patterns, "honey, slow down! You're working yourself up..here, just come here" He took him into his arms, and let Virgil bury his face in his chest, and he hugged him tightly as Remus ran a gentle hand through his hair.

"H-he knows..he heard it! He asked me to stay after the meeting, and I pissed myself! God, I couldn't-I couldn't wait five more minutes, I-" a sob came from his throat, cutting him off.

"Virgil, baby...it's okay, shh, shh," Janus began, "everything will be alright.."

"If the bastard says anything i'll give him two black eyes and a broken nose, don't worry about him" Remus assured, cuddling into Virgil to offer some comfort.

"Thanks Remus" Virgil chuckled wetly, "I-It's just embarrassing that I couldn't hold it.."

"Virgil, it was five hours! Anyone would have Pissed themselves!" Remus exclaimed.

"Nobody else did!" He countered.

"Well they aren't a twenty five year old with an extreme anxiety disorder who also damaged their bladders after years upon years of holding all day at school during class because they were too nervous to ask their teachers for a break" Janus explained, and Virgil couldn't really argue with his logic there.

"You're right.." Virgil sighed, his stomach suddenly growling.

"Ohh, someone's hungry, huh?" Remus asked, smirking, "sushi date?"

Virgil smiled, "sushi date."

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