**Hey guys. Another one-shot. This one is from .com. So, as you can guess, it is a pee related prompt. Imagine your OTP bundled in blankets together while they watch a scary movie. A really has to go, but doesn't want to miss the movie. B tells them to just let go–the blanket will absorb the mess. B holds their hand and watches them go.**

It had been a lazy Saturday overall, with the two of them spending time playing video games, playing outside with Chica, going for a swim, just to name a few of their activities. It had been nice to just take it easy, just the two of them since Matt and Ryan had moved out. It was nice for the two of them to have some privacy.

Now it was Saturday night, and Mark and Jack were cuddled up together on the couch. They were currently sharing a blanket as well, since Jack had wanted to be as close to Mark as he possibly could be while they watched a scary movie. Of the two of them, they both tended to get scared easily which made horror movies even more terrifying for them.

Jack was curled into Mark, his wide eyes on the screen in front of him. He mentally cursed himself, as well as Mark, for choosing such a movie. Well, Mark had been the one to choose it. Jack just agreed so he didn't seem like too much of a chicken to his boyfriend. He was about to reach for a handful of popcorn when another jumpscare surprised him, causing him to let out a small squeak as he hid his face in Mark's neck. "Fuck! Why are we watching this, you arsehole?" He grumbled out, though his anger was obviously fake. He loved spending time with Mark no matter what they did.

Mark had been almost equally as scared at the jumpscare, nearly dumping the popcorn everywhere. He let out a laugh, at both his and Jack's reactions, before he moved the popcorn to the side table to wrap his other arm around Jack and bring him even closer to himself in hopes to comfort him. "Hey. You agreed to it. It wasn't all my fault you know." He commented, pressing a light kiss to the green head of hair before he looked back up at the screen. "You could have said no." He added on.

Jack moved to get even closer to Mark, squirming around a little bit. Not only was the movie really getting under his skin, but he had had quite a bit of juice before the movie had begun. So that didn't exactly help. But at this point, he didn't want to miss any of the movie. He could tell it was nearing the end.

Mark could feel Jack's wiggling form next to him, causing him to let out a small chuckle as he turned to look at him. "Are you doing okay there babe?" He asked, an eyebrow rose at the wiggling. "Or do you have ants in your pants?" He teased, rubbing his shoulder gently.

Jack shook his head, looking up at Mark nervously. "No. Not exactly." He mumble out, before he focused back on the movie. He hoped there wouldn't be anymore jumpscared at the moment, as he felt a pang in his bladder. "I'll be fine. Don't worry." He added, as if to shrug it off in a way.

"I'd pause the movie but..." Mark trailed off, gesturing awkwardly to the screen considering he couldn't actually pause it. There wasn't too much he could do for Jack. He continued to rub his shoulder in hopes to calm him down or at least to take Jack's mind off of whatever was bothering the green haired male.

Jack gave a light nod of his head, squirming yet again as to try and relieve the pressure on his bladder. "I t-told you. It's fine Mark." He replied quietly, shifting in his seat as he focused more on the movie now. At least he tried to. It lasted a few more minutes at least before he started to fidget against Mark again. "Fuckin' Jesus." He muttered out, the pulsing feeling in his bladder getting even worse. He took one arm from around Mark to shove it between his legs, hoping to calm down the pressure.

"Jack, what is going on?" Mark asked with a small sigh, turning to look at his boyfriend. "Come on. Tell me sweetheart. You know I won't laugh at you. And...you shouldn't be embarrassed." He added on, kind of figuring out what this was all about now. Jack's fidgeting and his cursing, and now his hand between his legs, helped him piece everything together.

"I really have to fucking pee but I don't want to get up and miss the rest of the movie." Jack replied, shifting even more on the couch. He moved to get even closer to Mark if possible, as his face burned a bright red colour. He didn't understand how Mark was still so calm. Mark had probably drank just as much as him, if not more, to stay dehydrated.

Mark gave a slow nod of his head, his eyes flickering to the screen and then back to the blushing male. "That's fine. The blankets...are thick enough to take care of your mess baby boy." He replied in a soft voice. They had never really talked about their kinks before, or at least nothing like this, but it wasn't anything sexual at the moment. When Jack gave him a weird look, blush getting even darker, he shook his head. "I don't want you hurting yourself. And if you're too stubborn to go to the bathroom, just go here. Just let go sweetheart." He repeated, moving one of his hands to Jack's lower stomach. He began to lightly massage it, his eyes watching Jack's face while Jack seemed to focus back on the movie. It was a pretty good movie.

Jack let out a soft noise, knowing he wouldn't be able to hold it too much longer. He had to admit that he was surprised that Mark had even suggested that, but at this point, if he were to get up, he would most likely have an accident anyways. He was still trying to fight it off, but the way Mark was rubbing his stomach, right near his bladder, was sending shivers down his spine. He looked towards Mark again, watching the red haired male give him a nod, before he turned back to the movie.

Mark still had his eyes on Jack, as he felt Jack relax under his hand. He moved his hand from Jack's stomach to take Jack's hand in his own, lacing their fingers together. He watched as Jack's pants began to darken, causing Mark to bite down on his bottom lip again. He could see the spot spreading even more, and eventually, Mark could feel the warmth on his own thigh. "Jesus babe. You really had to go." He mumbled, pressing a light kiss to Jack's temple.

Jack felt his face heat up, as he felt his bladder finally seemed to feel empty. He was still embarrassed at the fact that he had actually wet himself next to Mark, but Mark didn't even seem too bothered by it. "I...I'm sorry." He mumbled out anyways, face getting darker.

Mark let his arm slip back around Jack's shoulders, rubbing at them gently. He shook his head, letting Jack curl even closer to him. "It's fine sweetheart." He whispered, blushing a bit himself. He could still feel the wetness spreading even more under him, until it eventually felt like he too had wet himself. He didn't say anything else though, as he allowed a silence between them to linger.

The movie continued to play, but there was only one thought traveling through Mark's mind: This was going to be a bitch to clean up.

**And done. Thank you for reading. I am currently working on Chapter Ten of ABDL Markimoo. But, just a heads up, it doesn't include the Grumps. An idea came to me last night and I knew I had to write it (: So...stay tuned.**