Fandom: All Elite Wrestling
Rating: 18+
Pairing: Chuck Taylor/Orange Cassidy
Additional Tags: Piss, Wetting, Handjobs
Summary: Orange has to piss, but the thing is, Chuck's lap is just soooo comfy... And it doesn't seem like he minds all that much.
Original Date Of Publication: July 12, 2023
Notes: An AEW Kinkmeme prompt fill, and the first piss fic I've ever written!
"Gotta pee."
"Get up and go, then. You don't need a hall pass."
They're lounging in Chuck's apartment, Orange decimating him in Halo over and over without breaking a sweat. Chuck almost got him a couple times, but this is Halo, not horseshoes. He's sat up, hunched over his controller. Orange is, as usual, stretched out across the couch, his lags across Chuck's lap. He wriggles himself even further to put his butt in his lap, pausing the game and setting the controller aside.
"Carry me."
"What, to the bathroom?" Chuck scoffs. "Do you want me to hold your dick for you while you pee?"
"... Do you want to?"
Chuck's face goes a funny shade of pink and he sputters like a bad engine. For all his effort, he can't find a comeback for that. He also, Orange notices, can't quite manage to say "no". Interesting. He un-pauses the game and that's the end of that. Kind of.
There is peace for a few minutes (other than Chuck's frustrated swearing at the game). Until Orange shifts a little, and sighs heavily. And Chuck feels warmer all of a sudden. He almost breaks the pause button on the controller.
"Are you seriously-- Orange, what the fuck?"
Orange just nods. A dark patch spreads between his legs, soaking down into Chuck's sweatpants as well. And it's... A lot. It's a hot day (warmer now) and they've been keeping hydrated like responsible adults, but responsibility goes out the window when Orange feels like being a little shit. He wiggles his hips, just to rub it in, and that pink flush returns to Chuck's cheeks with an embarrassing realization.
He's hard. Not a RAGING boner, but a decent half-chub, and the wet fabric chafing his dick isn't helping at all. Nor is Orange, finally finding a reason to get up. If only to straddle him.
"You're so gross," Chuck complains, a little whiny.
Orange smirks and grinds down on him.
"What does that make you?" He fires back.
Chuck could argue that they're BOTH hard, he can feel Orange's dick against his, but then Orange kisses him, and squeezes his wet thighs around him, and it's hard to really complain anymore. They manage to blindly fish each other out of their pants, and it's far from slick but Orange's pretty blonde pubes are soaked and everywhere they're pressed together stays nice and warm instead of cooling uncomfortably. And yeah. Yeah, Chuck really likes this. He breaks away from Orange's lips to spit in his hand and wrap it around them both, and his stomach twists. He's so tempted to lick his hand, to taste the salt and sharp tang covering it. But he doesn't want to go too far just yet and scare him off. Maybe some other time, they can talk about it...
Orange rolls his hips lazily, letting Chuck do most of the work, but giving him a show. Making soft little noises against his lips, into the crook of his neck. The combined mess of piss wetting them both makes a squelchy kind of sound every time he moves, and Chuck cups Orange's ass with his free hand to feel it while he jerks them off together.
Orange bites Chuck's lip when he comes, into his hand and between his fingers, and whines when Chuck doesn't let go. Chuck speeds up his strokes with the new slick provided and bites right back, tipping Orange into uncomfortable overstimulation in a form of petty revenge. When he finally comes too, Orange whines and slumps against him.
After a minute to calm down, Chuck lifts him up off the couch.
"Now you're gonna carry me?"
"Yeah, well. You made your point. And you reek of piss."
"So do you."
Chuck headbutts Orange gently, sending him into a soft giggling fit. It's contagious, lasting all the way to the shower until Chuck has to kiss him again to shut them both up.
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