"I gotta pee."

"You're gonna have to hold it for a while," Josh said. "This traffic is gonna take forever."

"I can't hold it."

"You have to."

"I can't."

"Can't never could."

"That's right," Tyler said. "I cannot hold my bladder any longer."

"Well I dunno what you're gonna do."

Tyler shifted uncomfortably, looking through Josh's car and finding an empty Starbucks cup, looking at Josh.

"Don't you dare."

"I'm doing it."

"Don't you fucking dare take a piss in a Starbucks cup in my brand new car."

"Well do you want me to piss on your car seats?"

"I'd rather you not piss on anything."

Before Josh could say or do anything else, Tyler crawled into the backseat and unzipped his pants.

"Tyler Robert Joseph-Dun I swear, if you pull your dick out in my car I'm gonna-"

He was interrupted by the sound of Tyler's piss filling the cup.

"EW!"

"Oh, please," Tyler said, rolling his eyes. "We're married. You've heard me piss before. Hell, you've seen me piss before."

"It's a hell of a lot different when your husband's pissing in a cup in the backseat of your brand new, very expensive car," Josh said.

A few seconds later, Tyler spoke up. "Uh... Josh?"

"Don't say it. Don't say you're gonna need another cup."

"Soon."

"Damnit, Tyler! I told you to stop drinking so much lemonade," he said as he searched for another empty cup.

"It was good lemonade!"

Josh found another cup and threw it back at his husband, Tyler making the smooth transition from cup to cup.

Once he finished, he held one next to Josh. "What do I do with them?"

"Pour them out!"

Tyler rolled down the window and poured the cups out on the road before crawling back to the front seat and sitting beside Josh.

"I feel better now."

"I'd fucking hope so."

"I didn't get any piss on your car."

"Great."

"Now say you love me and give me a kiss."

"I love you," Josh sighed, leaning over and kissing Tyler's lips.

Tyler smiled widely, kissing Josh's nose. "I love you too. Thanks for letting me piss in your car."