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Day One: Desperate in a Vehicle

“Victor,” Yuri grits, fanning his thighs in and out, “you need to stop the fucking car somewhere.”

Victor glances over at his young charge with an amused glint in his eyes, shaking his head. “We

are

stopped, Yura. In approximately ten miles of bumper-to-bumper traffic.”

Yuri groans, leaning forward to press his forehead against the glove box. “Seriously, I’m about to piss myself. Can’t you get over to the side so I can get the door open and get out?”

Victor glances on either side of him. To his left, there is the road barrier with nowhere to pull over. To his right, there is three lanes of cars, packed in like sardines. The car next to him is close enough that even if Yuri managed to open the door, even he couldn’t slip out between the cars with his small frame.

“I don’t think that’s going to happen,” Victor admits.

Yuri groans even louder, bringing his head back up and looking out the windows for himself. His teeth are sinking further into his bottom lip, hands fisting the fabric of his pants as he wiggles on the seat. He looks at Victor with pleading eyes, looking more childish and innocent that Victor has seen him in some time.

“I need to

go

,” he exasperates, hands drifting up his thighs even further, dangerously close to his crotch.

“Okay, okay,” Victor murmurs, not unkindly. “Let me see if we’ve got any bottles in the backseat.”

Victor reaches around and digs in the backseat, but as usual, his car is clean. There is no bottle to be found, no other container for Yuri to relieve himself into. Victor shakes his head, looking at the younger Russian nervously. He has moved his hands even closer to his crotch, and his wriggling has become constant.

“No bottle,” he mutters, placing both hands back on the wheel.

“

Fuck

,” Yuri curses, finally giving in and squeezing himself with his right hand. The left remains clutching the fabric of his pants, knuckles turning white. “I have never had to piss this bad in my

life

.”

Victor smiles, winking at Yuri. “Granted, it hasn’t been the longest life as of la-”

“Now is

not

the time for your stupid jokes, old man. I’m about to soak your damn car seat.”

Victor’s eyes widen, scanning over Yuri’s now-hunched frame, one hand buried in his crotch and the other unclenched from his thigh, rubbing the fabric instead. “It doesn’t look like we’re going to be moving anytime soon, Yuri. If you’re going to wet yourself, you might as well ju-”

“

Victor

!” Yuri fumes, turning to the older man with flushed cheeks. “Will you

shut up

?”

Victor shrugs, turning his eyes back to the road. “I’m just trying to help.”

“Telling me to piss myself isn’t helping,” Yuri moans, bending forward even further. “Not that I haven’t already started to.”

“

What

?”

“

Nothing

.”

Victor breathes a sigh of relief as the cars in front of him begin to move, at a slow but steady pace. “Look,” he encourages Yuri, “we’re moving. I’ll pull off as soon as I see a rest area an-”

“I can’t

wait

that long,” Yuri grits, both hands now gripping the crotch of his pants. “Get to the side of the road and pull over.”

“Yuri, there’s a rest stop in ju-”

“

Victor, I am pissing myself

.”

Victor veers the car into the next lane as soon as he gets the opportunity, and then the lane after it. It takes him a few seconds to get into the furthest lane and onto the shoulder, but eventually, he does. Yuri groans the second the car is stopped, swinging the door open and running towards the nearby trees. Victor chuckles, watching through the open passenger door as Yuri angles himself away from the passing cars, relieving himself onto a tree.

When the blonde gets back into the car, he is flushed and panting, the door slamming shut behind him. He sinks into his seat, crossing his arms over his chest after pulling his seat belt back on. Victor doesn’t miss the golf-ball sized patch on his crotch where the material is a bit darker. “Please drive,” he mutters, cheeks growing redder under Victor’s gaze.

The older man simply smirks to himself, pulling back out onto the road.