Roman and Logan have a holding competition. Logan would be celebrating his victory if not for the fact that he's also wet himself right after Roman.
I have never written this before, so if it's bad I'm sorry in advance.
Logan x Roman
Roman shakes his head. "No way, I can definitely hold it longer than you."
"Your proof, if I may?" Logan chuckled, knowing Roman had none. Roman returned his smirk, and that made Logan's mouth run dry.
"I say, if you want proof so much, that we have a competition. I wake up an hour after you, so in that time you can go to the bathroom as much as you want. After I wake up and I've gone, however, we lock the bathroom door and we don't go to our rooms. Patton and Virgil will be going out to have some father-son time, so we give the key to them and we don't go into our own rooms until after the winner has been determined. Sound fair?"
"Of course, you're on Roman."
Tomorrow arrived with anticipation for the two most egotistical sides, Logan had his coffee and immediately went back to the bathroom despite having gone just before. He ate and then went to the living room to read a book, going to the bathroom twice more in the hour before Roman got up.
Roman had to admit Logan seemed very competitive and the smirk he wore as he locked the bathroom door was unusually intimidating, but he wouldn't let that deter him. He handed Logan the first bottle of water to Logan and took the key, dropping it in Patton's coat pocket.
They both drank the first bottle quickly, Roman meeting Logan's eye as he finished. Logan scowled at Roman, returning to the sitting room. They both sat down, Logan reading "The Murder of Roger Ackroyd" and Roman also nose-deep in a Spanish novel.
The rest of the morning passed as such, strangely quiet considering Roman's presence, but pleasant despite the tension in the room.
By lunch, Logan had finished his book. He stood up and made his way into the kitchen. "What would you like to eat?" Roman shrugged, rocking a little. "I don't mind," Logan smirked, leaning down to meet Roman's eye line. "Desperate already?"
"Not yet, don't get your hopes up." Roman chuckled, standing up with ease and kissing Logan's cheek. Logan watched with amusement as Roman strutted over to the kitchen, every step crossing his legs just a little.
It was almost dinner and Logan was truly very desperate, but he didn't let it show. He walked comfortably for being so desperate, something he had learned after so many close calls from being too immersed in his work. Roman, on the other hand, was almost constantly twisting in his seat or grabbing himself to try not to leak.
The entire thing was almost amusing to Logan, who truly was better at holding than Roman. However, out of worry for the slowly quieting prince, Logan reminded Roman that he could call this whole thing off whenever he wanted. Every time, Roman just shook his head and squeezed himself through his jeans.
Another hour passed, and the two were silent. Logan was flushed as he jammed his hand between his shaking thighs. Roman was subdued completely, mouthing to himself "Not here, not now." Over and over. They had eaten, had a cup of tea, and watched part of a documentary before deciding that anything about water or the sea (the documentary had been about ships that had gotten lost at sea and never recovered) was just a bad idea for the near painful desperation they were both suffering from.
After about five more minutes, Roman gasped and fell still, the silence of the room broken by the hissing sound of Roman wetting himself. When Roman finished, Logan smirked, meeting Roman's eyes. "I wi-" He cut himself off by biting his lip, the sound of piss escaping into his jeans drawing blood to his face and his clean hand up to cover his mouth as he let out a soft moan, the relief all too much for him.
"Did you just... moan?" Roman asked, shocked but a little cocky. He was half hard in his soaked jeans but Logan didn't need to know that. Logan looked down at the mess. The floor was covered in their mixing piss, and the only reason it hadn't soaked into the sofa was that it was waterproof (Logan thanked his foresight for that, so many food stains on the previous sofa had taught them all a lesson).
Roman pulled Logan up and rutted against him, guiding Logan's hips against his own and moaning softly. Logan gasped, laying his forehead on Roman's shoulder as he rutted against him needily.
Roman gasped and held Logan close, letting him rut against Roman. Both Logan and Roman ground against one another, Logan letting out soft whines and whimpers. "R-Roman..." He stuttered before his hips stilled, coming in his pants. Roman held Logan up as he continued to grind into his thigh. "F-fuck, close..." Roman muttered, spreading his legs and grinding against Logan's thigh until he too made even more mess in his already messy underwear.
"Clean up?"
"No, let's go watch a movie." Roman murmured sarcastically, "What do you think, nerd?"
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