Note:
English isn't my first language and I'm dyslexic so please tell me when something is wrong.
I don't know Chris, I don't know Darren, I don't know anybody mentioned in this. Their actions are my imagination. I just borrowed their body and parts of them, added some of my own and 'deleted' some of theirs. I pair people together regardless of their sexual orientation, so writing that Darren is bi/gay doesn't say that I think he isn't straight, just for the purpose of the story he isn't straight in my imagination. They are completely different people than who I write them to be. I do not want to offend anyone and I don't want Chris, Darren or their friends and family to know about this.
In this story I'll use words that can be considered offensive, please consider that before reading. Also in this story will be mentioned: bedwetting, wetting, crapping pants, diapers, use of diapers, babyish behavior, mentions of both gay and straight sex and mentions of people getting hurt. All of these thing might be described in a graphic way. This however will not be the only thing that the story is about, this story will also be about the other parts of their relationship.
If you still agree to read this, here you go:
While they had certainly were attracted to each other and there had been several occasions on which things got heated, but for now Chris and Darren just slept together. As in, in the same bed, Chris' right leg thrown over Darren's hip pulling them closer together. It wasn't the first time they had slept in the same bed, but it was the first time since the tour started and Darren was stressed. Nothing too bad you'd think, except for the fact that Darren still had a problem with bedwetting when stressed. But he knew, so he just had a pad under his sheets, and when it happened he'd just change the sheets, take a shower and get over it. Now there was Chris in his bed, his boyfriend who he had not yet told about it, because really how do you tell someone that even though you're 24 you still wet the bed and you're really sorry if you get them wet.
When Darren woke up around 2.30 AM he really wished he had told his boyfriend, because he could feel his sweatpants sticking to his legs, but also very much Chris' crotch against his. When Chris didn't move away from him he really started to hate it, because he'd have to wake his boyfriend and explain what happened. So he cracked one eye open, tears of embarrassment already rolling down his cheeks, and to his shock was met with Chris' open ones. "Fuck, I'm so sorry." Was all he managed to spit out before Chris' hand moved away from his hair and started stroking Darren's cheek, wiping the tears away. "It doesn't matter Dare, I'm not mad or anything. Accidents happen, nothing you could do about it." Chris didn't really like the way Darren was crying over it, yeah it was embarrassing to have an accident when you're 24 and in bed with your boyfriend, but it wasn't as if he minded it that much. Actually he thought it had been him when he'd woken up with wetness seeping through his clothes, because it wouldn't exactly be the first time it had happened in his adult life, but then he realized he really wasn't emptying his bladder and the stream did continue. "But I got you all wet and sticky and it's gross and you want to break up with me right. And I can't believe I'm crying over this, I haven't cried over it since I was 17. I'll just let you shower and get you some clean clothes and then you can leave if you want to, I'll just give you everything I have of you tomorrow at the show. I'll leave you alone except when we're filming and I won't sign for another season if Ryan asks. And I'll just get you some dry clothes and…" Darren was cut off by Chris' lips on his, he gasped and Chris took that as an invitation to stick his tongue into Darren's mouth for a moment before pulling back. "Darren, I fucking love you. Yes you got me wet and sticky but that's nothing a shower won't fix. Why would I want to break up with you?" Chris quickly told him before Darren could even start to ramble again. His eyes were locked with Darren's, showing him nothing but love.
"You love me? But how, when, why… I love you too." Darren stuttered, as the L-word hadn't been mentioned before, but Chris had thought the situation called for it and he'd been thinking about a good way to tell his boyfriend anyways.
"Because you're perfect in my eyes. You're a dorky, hyperactive ball of fluff and I couldn't wish for a better boyfriend. But while I really don't mind the situation, I think you and I should think about that bath together during which we'll speak about all of this more. So how about I start the bath, you'll get us some clothes and we'll change the sheets together before we get in. I think I still have some of that bath stuff you like so much in my bag." Chris unhooked his leg from Darren and rolled over on his back after giving Darren a simple peck on his lips.
He threw off the covers and got out of bed, walking over to Darren's side, because he knew there was no way Darren would get up on his own with him in the same room. So he pulled the covers of Darren and got him out of bed, of course resulting in a few more ashamed tears on Darren's side, which were quickly kissed away by Chris.
Chris started the bath and put in that flowery bubble stuff that both of them loved, even if both of them denied it. When he came back Darren had gotten two stacks of clothes from his closet and was already taking covers and sheets from the bed. "Chris, could you maybe get a new pad from the huge box in the back of the closet. You can't really miss the box." Well apparently Darren had gotten over most of his embarrassment and Chris kind of liked his straight forwardness. And wait, Darren asked him for another pad, so apparently it happened more often than he'd initially thought. Chris found the box on the first look, Darren didn't lie, the box was huge, and took out a new pad. Together they changed the bed within minutes and took off towards the bathroom where they peeled off each others clothes.
Chris took his seat in the bath first, waiting for Darren to come sit between his legs, when he realized Darren wasn't making a single move towards the bath he spoke: "Come sit between my legs, I know usually it's the other way around but I just want to hold you right now."
"Yeah just lost in thought, what did I do to deserve you? You're so wonderful and sweet and everything I will ever want from a boyfriend." Darren finally moved and got in between Chris' legs, leaning back against his chest, Chris pressing kisses to his hair.
"So I think I at least owe you an explanation, right. Well as you might have thought up after you saw the pad, it happens quite a lot. When I was a kid I never grew out of bedwetting, at 15 I finally grew out of waking up wet everyday and ever since I was 16 it has only been when I was stressed. Combine that with the fact that I like to work way too much and you get the fact that I wake up wet quite often. I've wanted to tell you, just never found the right time or words to tell you and then I woke up and really wished I had."
"Oh Dare, I don't mind. You know when I woke up I thought it had been me, it doesn't happen to me that often. A few times a year at most, so I don't wear any protection, but still I thought it had been me who had an accident. So you know I get it and I don't love you any less because of it."
"Wait, you wet the bed too. I always thought it was just me and a few others online that had that problem."
"Well baby you're not alone, pun not intended. But I want to ask you something, just don't get mad at me for asking. Why don't you wear anything else like diapers if you wake up wet so often, I mean you know it can't be that great to change your sheets so often and you wake up in the middle of the night."
"Never thought about it, it's just my parents believed that if you let bedwetters wear diapers they'll never grow out of it. So I'm used to it, but I guess I could try it sometime, it's not like I'm ever growing out of it anyways."
"Probably not no. But let's get back in bed, we have to be up in like 3 hours and it's starting to get cold in here." Darren got up from between Chris' legs and got them their towels. Within minutes they were back in bed, limbs tangled.
