Everything I Wanted

Tony ducks into the bathroom, and as soon as he’s out of sight, Steve’s hand reaches down to grip at his cock to keep it from leaking. He can’t tell if his underwear is wet or if he’s imagining it. He squirms in place for a moment, bobbing up and down to get his bladder under control. It wants release now, and even though he knows standing outside the door means he’ll be able to hear Tony going, he can’t help but wait there to be let inside.Steve can’t stop moving his legs the whole time Tony is in there. His jiggling them both furiously, anything to stop the pee from coming out in his pants. He can’t help but think about how long he’s been holding now — thirteen hours? Fourteen? Oh, god, he’s just dying to go, now. His bladder feels full and round in his abdomen, and he’s at home, the one place he’s absolutely comfortable peeing.He hears the toilet flush and the sink turn on, and he doesn’t hesitate. He swings open the bathroom and then slams it shut behind him, stumbling over to the toilet. He barely notices Tony’s shocked face in his rush, and Tony doesn’t even get to say anything before Steve is pulling his dick out and pissing full force into the toilet.