You've Got This

Seth Rollins takes revenge on his boyfriend, Dean Ambrose, when they're on the road together. (omorashi, watersports, wetting, jack off)

"Hey, bro, are we going to be stopping soon?"

Seth shifted his big, seductive brown eyes off the road for a bare, brief moment to roll them at his Shield brother and lover in the passenger seat, Dean. No, he would not be guiding the rental car off the highway any time soon, not until Dean's tight jeans were drenched in piss. He didn't even care about the loss of his deposit and additional cleaning fees he'd have to pay. Dean had to pay for what he'd done in Kentucky the other day. So, Seth pushed his glasses back up his nose and said: "I wasn't planning on it, we're only a couple hours from Atlanta." Closer to three was closer to the truth, but it didn't matter.

"I need a piss break." Dean squirmed in his seat to accentuate his point.

Seth laughed. "Not going to happen, bro."

"Why not?"

"You know why not."

"Oh, because of Saturday. Honey, I already told you I was sorry about that," Dean said, apologetically, as he shifted about, trying to find a more comfortable position. "Please stop at a gas station or just pull over on the off ramp."

"You wouldn't do it for me. You made me hold my piss for like three hours before you finally stopped."

"It wasn't three hours, it was maybe two, tops, and I didn't want to pull over because we had weed in the car, we were stoned as fuck, and I knew you could hold on until we got to Kentucky. And, you did."

"Yeah, I did. Until you grabbed me and started tickling me." Seth's face reddened; it had been one of the most embarrassing things that had ever happened to him, pissing himself in the lobby of the welcome center where Dean had finally stopped. The only mercy he'd felt he'd been granted was that aside from a handful of elderly people and jaded truckers who apparently didn't know that he and Dean were big deals, no one had witnessed it.

"I told you, I didn't know you had to go that bad. I said I was sorry, I didn't want to make you pee all over the place." The subject matter was getting to Dean, and Seth was happy to see his boyfriend loosening his belt as he fidgeted and bit his lips. He unbuttoned his jeans. "Please stop, I had so much coffee this morning."

Seth smiled and stroked his lover's messy, strawberry blonde hair. "Yes, you did. Too much, like always."

"It wasn't too much, not any more than usual." Dean always defended his coffee addiction, even when it put him in desperate situations like this. "Come on, Seth, we haven't stopped yet."

"We haven't even been on the road two hours. We've only used a quarter tank of gas. I warned you about having too much coffee and you didn't listen. You refused to stop when I needed a piss, and then you made me piss myself, which was embarrassing as fuck, and trashed my shoes. Because of all that, I'm not stopping for you."

"But I did stop for you!"

"Yeah, like three hours after I told you I had to piss. You made me hold it, so it's only fair that you should have to hold it."

Dean let out an indecent moan, and reached down into his briefs to hold himself. "Seth, sweetness, please! I don't want to get piss on the seat."

"The car's in my name, and I don't care, I'll pay the extra cleaning fees. You won't piss the seat, though, as you told me yesterday, 'you've got this'."

"No I don't! For real, bro, I don't, I'm barely holding on right now. Please, please pull over!" Dean begged as he struggled to maintain control over nature.

"Maybe I should just tickle you instead," Seth threatened.

"No!" He snapped. He was becoming irritated now, Dean always got bitchy whenever he really needed to pee and had to wait. "If you're not going to stop, can't you at least drive a little fucking faster?"

"Alright." He guided the car into the left lane to pass a long line of semis, just as Dean caught sight of a rest area sign.

"There's a rest area coming up in a mile and a half. Stop." Dean ordered.

Seth relented. "Yeah I'll stop. Just so I can grab you in a bear hug on your way to the bathroom and tickle you until you're standing in a puddle."

"I said I was sorry about that, I was just fucking around." He gasped and bent forward, both hands in his crotch, and when he sat up again, there was a big wet spot on his light blue briefs. "Oh, fuck me, I just fucking pissed a little."

"Relax, I told you I'll stop. If I can get over into the right lane again." He was stuck behind other left-lane traffic that hadn't yet cleared the semis.

Dean looked over at the right lane of semis and slow traffic. "Fucking traffic!" He snapped. "Put on the signal! Oh..."

"It's on, nobody's letting me over."

"Come on! You're going to miss the exit!"

"I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do," Seth apologized, even though he didn't mean it. He was enjoying watching his lover suffer. It wasn't as if Dean had even tried getting off the highway for him, he'd just driven by each and every exit.

"Fucking asshole," Dean grumbled, as they passed the exit for the rest area. "I'll bet you moved into the left lane on purpose!"

Seth chuckled. "Yeah, because you told me to drive a little fucking faster, and to do that, I had to pass the slower traffic. Turns out there's people driving slow in the left lane, too."

Dean began looking around in the car frantically. "Didn't you have a bottle of water earlier?"

"Yeah, but I threw it out when we were at Waffle House."

"Fuck! I'm going to piss my fucking pants! Pull over!"

"I can't," Seth replied, and smiled to see that the wet spot on Dean's briefs had spread into a patch covering his crotch, despite trying so hard to hold on he was using both hands.

Dean glared up at him, his eyes ice blue in his very red face. "Why the fuck are you smiling about this?"

"Oh, don't worry, you've got this bro," Seth replied, and laughed.

"It's not fucking funny! You're...so fucking mean!"

The brunette guided the rental car back over into the right lane. "I'm not that mean. I'll pull over on the next off ramp. Whoops, missed that one."

His boyfriend whined in frustration and fidgeted madly, and Seth looked over to see the wetness had spread up the bottom of his gray t-shirt, too. He pushed his glasses up his nose and switched his attention back to the road. "Next exit's in seven miles, hon."

"It'll be too fucking late by then."

"Fuck honey, you sure do say fuck a lot. And, by the looks of your clothes, it's already too late." He caressed a wet, tight-jean clad thigh. "You're pretty soaked."

Dean finally smiled, he couldn't help but light up whenever his lover touched him, and when he spoke, the irritation had gone out of his voice. "Yeah. The next time I lose it I probably won't be able to stop it. And, I know you're not going to pull over on the side of the road for me, and I deserve that."

Seth nodded. "Mhmm. You also deserve a good tickling, but I'm driving, so I guess I'll have to let that one slide."

"It doesn't matter, I'm going to piss myself anyway," he sighed. "Right now," he added.

Seth blindly stuck his right hand into his boyfriend's lap, and Dean took it and guided it to the source of the hot wetness, where his own hands had been moments before. Seth teased Dean's pissing cock through the ruined blue briefs and it grew harder and harder as his bladder emptied. Seth got hard, too, and adjusted his seat and lowered the steering wheel so he could press himself against it. When Dean was so hard he had to start forcing the piss out, Seth blindly, but knowingly, ripped open the y-front of the sopping briefs, freeing Dean's wet cock that he didn't have to see to know that it was in all of it's fully-erect, purple-headed thick glory, glistening with precum and piss. He humped against the steering wheel and moaned softly. He really should pull over, not just off the highway, but well off the highway, in some secluded park.

He trusted his driving, but not enough to have an orgasm whilst doing it, so he split his concentration two ways instead of three, on the road and on his lover, knowing so well what Dean liked in a good old fashioned, and where all of his spots were that he really didn't have to concentrate at all. Dean looked especially sexy when he was covered in piss, whether it was his own or Seth's, and felt especially sexy, too, so he was responding rapidly to his lover's play, precum was continuously oozing from him (Seth could feel it coming from himself, too, and soaking into his boxer briefs, and he humped against the wheel again), and his moans and pants were a familiar signal that he was going to cum soon.

Seth raised Dean's t-shirt just before the jiz began spurting, but most of it ended up in his hand. He used it to continue to tease Dean until he was twitching, begging Seth to stop, and beginning to go limp. He wiped his sticky hand on Dean's shirt. He was frozen in the afterglow, a silly smile plastered on his cute face, even though those wet and cummy clothes had to be getting cold.

Seth smiled, too. He loved making Dean feel good, now he hand a free hand for himself, and just having cum, Dean would be needing to piss again very shortly. Even though Seth couldn't deny it was getting time for him to take care of that, too, hell his bladder had nearly had a Pavlovian reaction when his lover pissed himself, he wouldn't be stopping anytime soon. He could hold it.