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Only two hours into his shift at Handy's. Usually Bennett didn't mind the long hours, but this particular day was already agonizing. He nervously glanced at the pile of empty water bottles at his station. Childe was seemingly stopping by every thirty minutes to give him another one with a small smile. Bennett was starting to suspect he had an ulterior motive, but there was no way. Maybe that was just how Childe was used to giving affection? Whatever it was, Bennett felt bad about even /thinking/ of rejecting the water bottles his boyfriend was giving him.
Shifting his weight from one foot to another, Bennett busied his hands with rearranging a nearby stack of candy bars, candy bars that had already been rearranged so many times. He had already made a tower and a house out of them, only for them to come crashing down every time Childe slammed down the tallest bottle of water they carried and a crumpled dollar bill. And every time Childe started strolling out of the convenience store Bennett would quickly uncap the bottle and raise it to his lips to show that he was drinking it. Childe would smile in satisfaction and disappear to his apartment for another half hour, leaving Bennett with the guzzling sound of water and a full bladder.
Bennett glanced at the clock, only a couple minutes until he'd come back. He quickly downed what was left of the previous bottle, preparing for a new one to just take its place leaving a water ring on the counter. Despite having no flavor, he was starting to get sick of water. Maybe he could ask Childe for a juice or an energy drink next time? A little variety wouldn't hurt, surely. His full bladder didn't seem to agree, even the thought of drinking something else sent a bolt of pain to his organ. Maybe he could also get Childe to watch the store real quick, just long enough for Bennett to relieve himself…
Bored of waiting around, Bennett decided to organize bags of candy by color. With his thighs tightly pressed against each other, he waddled around the counter and towards the candy aisle. The sound of bags crinkling as they were shuffled about filled the store, a fleeting reminder to ask his manager about a small speaker to fill the dead mart.
Content with the presentation for one section, Bennett moved to work on another part. The anti-fatigue mat underneath his feet slid and he threw out his arms in attempt to grab hold of anything sturdy, though he only managed to grab onto a bag of chips. With the sudden surprise of his short stumble, of course it was only natural for all the muscles in his body to relax, including those in his bladder that he was working so hard to keep clenched.
His face scrunched in response to the piss flowing through and down his light gray pants. The stream continued on for what felt like an eternity, his bladder finally relieved after containing so many bottles of water. The warm sensation in his pants soon turned cold and uncomfortably sticky. A hum reached his ears, a tune he knew that Childe liked. And speak of the devil, Childe appeared before Bennett with a grin.
"Benny, what happened?" Childe tried his best to contain his laughter and sound sincere, as if he didn't know this would happen at all.
With a groan, Bennett attempted to get up, yet nearly slipped on his own piss in the process, "I couldn't hold it in." He was lucky this time of day was particularly slow so no customers would see him like this. He blinked away tears to see Childe extending a hand out to him.
Childe pulled up his boyfriend and assisted him to the bathroom, pulling the heavy door shut behind him, "C'mon, take 'em off."
Allowing his legs to be pulled up and his wet pants shimmied down, Bennett pondered what they would do. He couldn't wear a pair of soaked pants at work, but it's not like he had an extra pair either.
He was about to ask Childe for his opinion, but he seemed occupied licking at Bennett's inner thighs. The shock hit Bennett just as Childe lapped at his clit, "Wh-What are you doing?" He squeaked out, a facade to cover the moans bubbling up.
"Cleaning you up." It took all of Childe's willpower to not bend Bennett over the sink and fuck him for the rest of his shift. He would settle for tasting his piss instead. He planned to take home Bennett's soiled pants and jerk off to them later anyway.
Bennett wasn't sure what he expected besides that blunt answer. He couldn't do anything but moan and whimper at Childe's tongue on his cunt anyway, the steel grips on his thighs prevented any other movement.
The bathroom fell silent, save for the embarrassingly loud wet noises of Childe's mouth on Bennett's hole and the moans elicited. Who was manning the store was the furthest thing on Bennett's mind, right now he only cared about grinding his pussy on Childe's face, who seemed to be enjoying this a little /too/ much.
What Childe lacked in experience he made up for in enthusiasm. He couldn't get enough of Bennett's taste, even after the remnants of urine had long faded on his tongue. He hoped his tight grip on Bennett's milky thighs was enough to bruise. He wanted to leave his mark on Bennett, show every customer who came in that he was (happily) taken. Even if they didn't bruise, Childe nipped at Bennett's inner thighs, hoping once more, this time in a place only he would see and know about. He didn't even know if Benny had orgasmed yet, Childe had his fill already. He felt Bennett's wet pants and smiled, knowing the fabric would take longer to dry and that the scent would still last.
In a daze, Childe pulled himself up from between Bennett's legs. He looked around for Bennett's underwear, only to find the boy already wearing them once again. Bennett pouted and looked away, insinuating that Childe had been out of it for a while, so long that Bennett had enough time to dry his underwear with the bathroom's rusty hand blow-dryer.
Snapping out of his piss-induced fantasy finally, Childe took off his Weezer hoodie and awkwardly handed it to his boyfriend, "Here. It's big enough to cover the fact you're not wearing pants, I think." He didn't have to mention the fact he was taking the pants, they both figured it out.
Childe turned away as Bennett slipped the hoodie on, not wanting to lose his composure by seeing his cute underage boyfriend wearing his big hoodie. Begrudgingly, and without getting his dick wet, Childe led Bennett out of the bathroom and back to the convenience store. The two stayed quiet, each unsure what to say after the debacle. Childe gave Bennett another drink, this time an energy drink as requested.
Bennett, suddenly emboldened, leaned across the counter and planted a small kiss on Childe's cheek, an unspoken thanks for the drink and "helping" him out. On his less than a quarter mile trek home, Childe touched his cheek in the same spot he was just kissed and thought about how hard he was going to jerk off the moment he arrived at his apartment.