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The first time Bradley had been in a similar situation with Mav had been when he was only seventeen years old.
Bradley had been begging Mav to teach him how to ride a motorcycle since the first day of high school. But Mav had always been more protective of Bradley than his own freaking mother, which left Bradley’s puppy eyes ignored as Mav continued to drive Bradley from-and-to school until he learned to drive his dad’s Bronco.
It wasn’t as if it was harder to drive the Kawasaki. Bradley was a damn well cyclist, and he knew the motorcycle wouldn’t be any different, but he still wouldn’t let Bradley give the vehicle a go. Apparently, the Kawasaki equated to death on two wheels, which Bradley wasn’t allowed to touch with a two-feet pole. But Mav would always drive around in it like he was caught in a fucking police chase.
Almost four years of begging later, Mav had finally given Bradley the okay on motorcycle lessons. Granted it took his mother dying before he finally took on Bradley’s request. Bradley must’ve looked like complete shit after her death, because Mav had been the one to suggest the lessons, most probably as a way to cheer Bradley up.
School and baseball took up most of Bradley’s time, so it would be two months before his and Mav’s schedules lined up, and they could finally go forth with the lessons.
It was a Saturday, only a few minutes past five with the sun no longer scorching in the sky, but its heat had persisted.
Mav had brought them to a park, a thirty minute drive from their home. Most of the places they passed had been suburbs and Mav had told him it was the go-to place for driving lessons because of the lack of traffic in their surroundings.
A good ten minutes of the lessons had been Mav teaching him how to operate the steer and how to change gears. The timing of the clutch and foot gear shift had been a learning curve, the engine full on turning off when Bradley let go of the clutch a second too soon.
Mav had been patient with him, although he did let a chuckle or two pass whenever Bradley once again fucked up his timing and the roar of the motorcycle died within a split of a second.
After twenty minutes of very wobbly driving, Bradley found his footing as he glided in first gear with ease. His expertise with bicycles helped with his balance, despite the staggering weight difference between the two vehicles. He still fucked up more than once with the gear shift, and Mav kept talking about some bullshit that shifting gears was more about ‘feelings’ than ‘technique’, whatever the fuck that meant.
They continued the lessons for a few hours, Bradley driving around the park at turtle speed, sometimes with Mav in his backseat and other times by himself.
Motorcycle lessons during the summer might not have been Bradley’s best idea, especially considering he had a tendency to sweat his balls off in the heat.
During the hours they were there, Bradley had managed to finish off more than a liter—maybe even two liters— of water. Which was fine when the heat was still borderline unbearable, because he could technically sweat it all out (if what Bradley learned in biology was correct). But it had been three hours since then and the sun was nearing its rest on the horizon.
Bradley hadn’t even realized he desperately needed to go until it was his last solo lap around the park. His fingers gripping the clutch as he was suddenly overwhelmed with the feeling of fullness in his bladder.
His deceleration had been wobbly when he reached Mav, his face red but no longer because of the sun’s heat instead because of his own embarrassment of the entire situation.
Mav had welcomed him back with a wide smile, patting Bradley in the back for his success and asking Bradley for one last lap with him in the backseat. Bradley wanted to whine and beg for Mav to take them home, but Mav had looked so proud and excited for him. And Bradley had always been weak to Mav’s praises.
He nodded, albeit reluctantly, and Mav was hopping on the backseat with enthusiasm in record time. Mav wrapped his arms around Bradley’s waist and placed his chin on Bradley’s shoulder, grinning at Bradley like a child on an amusement ride.
Mav had his hands resting just above Bradley’s crotch, his fingers intertwined as he innocently talked in Bradley’s ear about how much Bradley improved in the last hour. As if to further emphasize his praises, he had squeezed his arms tightly around Bradley’s waist and gave pressure right on Bradley’s full bladder.
Bradley had to hold back a whine as he bit his bottom lip. He wanted to squeeze his thighs together, but the Kawasaki seat had been in the way and Bradley could only shiver in place as he continued to hold himself back.
The drive around the park took about five minutes and the moment they reached their starting point, Bradley hopped off the Kawasaki like his ass was on fire.
Mav had looked at him weirdly but shrugged and slid down the seat until he was back in front of the steer. He had looked at Bradley, standing with his legs almost crossed over one another, with a raised eyebrow.
“You don’t want to be the one driving us back?” Mav asked, putting the Kawasaki back into neutral because Bradley had forgotten to do so in his haste. “You know the way back, right? I didn’t take any big roads so it’ll be easier and it’s good practice.” Mav leaned on the gas tank with his arms crossed but Bradley just shook his head.
“Nah, I’m too tired,” Bradley said. He hoped his strained smile didn’t give anything away. He didn’t even wait for Mav’s reply, putting on the helmet they left on the grass and taking a seat behind Mav.
Bradley kept his hands balled up into fists on his knees and waited for Mav to drive them back. But the older man had scoffed at him and pulled Bradley until his chest was flushed against Maverick’s hard back and his arms were wrapped around Maverick’s waist.
He had survived doing the exact same thing when they first drove there, but the proximity meant more pressure on his bladder and his crotch pressed against Mav’s back. Which again, hadn’t been a problem when they first drove there but, of course, decided to be the biggest fucking issue for their drive back.
Bradley was holding on through sheer will at that point, his arms were wrapped around Mav’s waist almost painfully tight and he could feel every hard muscle on Mav’s torso. His dick was almost too excited for the premise, and started twitching into life despite Bradley’s horror at the situation.
Mav was either completely oblivious about the press of Bradley semi on his back, or he was very good at ignoring it, because the man was still cruising through the suburbs at controlled speed. Bradley had even thought they were going slower than they had been on the way to the park.
He hoped desperately that wasn’t the case, because the drive-to had taken thirty minutes, and if it took any longer; Mav might need a new set of seats for his Kawasaki.
Bradley’s eyes couldn’t help but look at the watch on Mav’s wrist, tracking the minute hand move agonizingly slow in time with the speed of their motorcycle. Which Bradley had been used to, because Mav rarely ever drove at crazy speeds when Bradley was on the backseat, but he was about to go insane at that point.
A sudden break had lurched Bradley forward until he was fully pressing up against Mav. A whine left his mouth before he could stop it, right in Mav’s ear.
Mav didn’t start driving after that, having stopped because of a stray cat crossing the road and he stayed frozen as Bradley kept his body pressed up against Mav’s back, whimpering when his (now) fully erect cock brushed up against Mav’s back.
“Bradley?” Mav had asked, a slight waver to his voice. “Are you okay back there?”
Bradley bit back his moan as he scooched back up on the seat. His toes curled in his shoes as Bradley tried to focus on anything other than his erection and his desperate need to piss. His bladder was so full to the point where it hurt, and his stomach twisting in pain while Bradley squirmed in place. His trembling arms were still wrapped around Mav’s waist, still pressed against his toned muscles.
They were still a long way from home.
“Bradley,” Mav called, his hand had gripped one of Bradley’s arms and his thumb was rubbing his skin gently. “Are you okay?” he asked once again, leaning back a little until Bradley was once again pressed against his back.
Bradley shook his head and whined, he tried to squeeze his thighs together again but to no avail. “Need to—“ he whimpered and pressed the front of his helmet on Mav’s shoulder. “I need to piss,” he whispered, lips pulling into a pout when he heard Mav gasp.
“O-oh,” Mav said. He scrambled after that,he gave Bradley’s arm one last squeeze before he put his hands back on the steer and started driving once again. “It’ll take us around twenty minutes to get home, think you can hold out until then?”
Bradley bit his lips and hugged Mav a little tighter. “I-I can try,” Bradley said, another shiver running up his spine when he pressed himself to Mav’s back a little too hard.
They couldn’t take any big roads back to avoid traffic, and they couldn’t make any stops at stores because there weren’t any open (probably because the Gods hated Bradley and wanted him to suffer).
Mav actually started driving faster after that, his speed was miles above the snail-like speed he had before, and the houses started to pass by in a blur.
Bradley would’ve been grateful, should have been grateful. But he was pressed right against Maverick’s back, and the roads were sometimes very bumpy, so he couldn’t avoid rubbing himself on Mav a couple of times. All instances would let a small moan slip out of his mouth.
“M-mav,” Bradley whined, almost nuzzling himself to Mav’s body. “Mav,” Bradley cried as he hugged Mac close and he could feel pressure straight on his bladder, and it hurt. “I can’t do it.” Bradley once again pressed his head on Mav’s shoulder, his helmet getting in the way of direct contact. “I can’t hold it anymore.”
“Just a little more, Baby.” Mav took his hand off the steer to give Bradley a reassuring squeeze. “We’re almost home.”
Which was a fucking lie, because Bradley knew where they were and it would take at least ten minutes to get home.
“No, we’re not,” Bradley whined. “Mav, what do I do?” Bradley asked, feeling tears fill the corners of his eyes. His hips were twitching at that point, his cock was painfully hard against his boxers as he subconsciously rutted on Mav’s back. “Mav—“
“Fuck,” Mav whispered out. His head turned left and right as he kept the steer straight. Suburbs still surrounded them and Bradley was about to go insane. “You really can’t hold it anymore?”
Bradley shook his head.
“S-shit,” Mav stuttered, he had accidentally pressed the gear shift and Bradley lurched forward again, punching out another moan out of his mouth. “Fuck, I’m sorry!” Mav said, putting them back into the correct gear while his grip on the steer wobbled.
“M-mav …” Bradley bit his lip, the last lurch had shocked him to the point where a bit piss trickled out of him, creating a wet spot on the fabric of his jeans. “I can’t do it,” he cried, using all his strength to hold himself back.
“Okay, fuck, okay, first you have to calm down,” Mav rambled, he was driving a bit slower to accommodate his loss of control on the steer. “Y-you—“ Mav cleared his throat. “You can piss here.”
“W-what?” Bradley stuttered, he lifted his head and looked around the area, still seeing houses and not a single place to piss in sight. “What do you mean?”
Mav fumbled with the gear shift again and cursed. “I’m sorry, fuck, just—go piss, right there,” Mav said, still driving with no intentions to stop.
Bradley eyebrows furrowed and his face flushed red. “On the seat?!” he asked, voice breaking at the end. “M-mav—oh fuck,” Bradley tried to protest but shuddered instead, when he felt piss trickle out once again.
It had felt so fucking good and Bradley was trembling in place.
“Just go, Bradley…” Mav almost sounded like he was begging. “It’s okay,” he said, keeping one hand stable on the steer while the other went back to grip Bradley’s arm.
The assurance had Bradley shivering as he pressed himself against Mav’s back again, his throbbing cock crying with release as he pissed himself all over the back seat.
His hot piss seeped through the fabric of his boxers until it soaked his jeans. The small damp stain there had grown ten times in size as Bradley continued to relieve himself. His body was trembling as it stayed pressed against Mav’s back, his piss soaking the fabric of Mav’s shirt and jeans until the clothes had been dampened with his spill.
“F-fuck,” Bradley breathed out against Mav’s back, just as the motorcycle came to a stop.
“We’re home,” Mav breathed out after a few moments where Bradley stayed pressed up on his back. “Bradley,” Mav called, his hand squeezing Bradley’s arm again.
Realization hit Bradley like a tonne of bricks, his body going rigid from where it had been holding Mav in a death grip. Bradley pulled away after that, jumping off the bike to run inside of the house while Mav called him out from behind him.
Bradley locked himself inside his room as he cried with his back pressed up against the door, still dressed in his soaked jeans and boxers.
———
The second time Bradley was in the situation with Mav had been eighteen years into the future, and Bradley had been half a decade past thirty.
They had been hanging out in Mav’s hangar, Bradley drinking Mav’s supply of beer while the older man settled on drinking a can of ginger ale.
Somewhere along the afternoon, Bradley had found himself begging Mav to take him on a flight on the P-51. He argued that he had missed Mav flying a plane, while he could just sit prettily in the back.
It took around two more beers and more whining from Bradley’s part before Mav was finally taking off the locks on the Mustang’s wheels and brought the girl out of the hangar.
Bradley had been tipsy at that point, and he could feel the slight need to piss creep up but ignored it (Bradley tended to piss a lot more when he was drinking, and he could probably hold it back for the fifteen minute flight). He climbed up on the back seat with a grin, even when his long legs were folded uncomfortably behind Mav’s seat.
“So, we're gonna be in the air for twenty to thirty minutes, okay?” Mav asked, his voice staticky in Bradley’s headset.
Bradley gave him his okay’s and they were up in the air before he knew it, flying above nearby canyons with matching laughter.
Being up in the air had sobered Bradley up a bit, his mind clearing up in the plane. Small planes tended to be more prone to turbulence, and the P-51 wasn’t an exception. The plane’s body was full-on shaking during specific moments, which made Bradley’s blood spike with adrenaline and his mind clear up.
They were talking throughout the flight, exchanging stories of their respective Navy experience, or stories about their lives that the other had missed, like Bradley’s experience at college and Mav’s test pilot days. It had been easy to be with Maverick after the mission, they had talked about their issues a few days after the mission ended, and before Bradley knew it, it had been almost three months after their reconciliation.
His three months with Mav had also resulted in Bradley losing any-and-all filters around the older man. Which brought him to his current situation, his seatbelt was loose and sat forward on his chair. He wrapped his arms around the head of Mav’s seat with a whine.
“Mav, I really need to fucking piss,” he cried, alcohol still flowing through his blood while other fluids gathered up in his bladder.
Mav had the fucking gall to laugh. “We’re about a ten minute flight from the hangar,” Mav said, not turning to look at Bradley.
Bradley whined and slumped against his seat, he squirmed in place, a hand pressed against his crotch as he bit his lip. “Fucking fly faster then,” Bradley whined.
“I’m not appreciating your tone, Bradley,” Mav scolded, hints of amusement hid behind his voice.
“I’m not appreciating your slow ass flying,” Bradley bit back.
Mav scoffed, “Just for that, I’m gonna go even slower.”
“Fuck—Mav …” Bradley whined, leaning forward again so he could nag in Mav’s ear. “Please, just fly faster,” he begged, biting his lip.
Mav continued to laugh and didn’t change up his speed, cruising through the air with no care to Bradley whining in his backseat.
Bradley groaned as he leaned back in his seat. He wasn’t a kid anymore, he could hold his piss until they landed and it was just another ten minutes of flying so Bradley sucked it up. He huffed as he turned to look at scenery around him, unable to appreciate the view because of the building pressure in his stomach.
It took Bradley one look at his watch to realize Mav had been fucking with him.
Somehow, while Bradley was desperately trying to will away his need to piss, ten more minutes had passed, and they were still flying circles around the canyon.
“Mav,” Bradley cried when he saw Mav’s shaking shoulders. “What the fuck is your issue?” Bradley cried as he squirmed in his seat again, squeezing his thighs together as his hand pressed against his crotch hard. “I need to fucking pee.” He was whining at that point, but he didn’t fucking care.
The slight need to piss had turned into a more desperate one, to the point where Bradley could probably wet himself all over his seat if Mav didn’t land the fucking plane in the next two minutes.
Mav laughed at him once again, and Bradley wanted to curl in on himself.
“Come on, Bradley…” Mav taunted with his wide smile. “You can hold it for a little longer, can’t you?”
Bradley could see Mav turn to look at him, his grin had been mischievous and Bradley bit his lip at his taunts.
“You’re not gonna piss all over my plane, are you?” Mav asked, tone so condescending it had left Bradley whimpering. “Are you?” Mav had turned back to spare him a glance. Bradley didn’t get to reply. “Of course not, you’re not a kid who can’t even hold his own piss.”
“F-fuck.” Bradley had shuddered against his seat, the beads of sweat gathering on his forehead did nothing to lessen his need to pee. Bradley held his stomach, wanting to double over but as loose as his seatbelt was, it didn’t allow him that position.
His hand was cupping his crotch and Bradley bit his lip as another shudder shot up his spine. The plane experienced another turbulence and Bradley’s body was jostled in place.
“M-mav, fuck I can’t,” Bradley cried, feeling tears well up in his eyes.
Mav laughed. “Of course, you can,” he said, tilting the plane for another lap around the canyons.
Bradley shook his head. “I really fucking can’t.” Bradley was really close to crying. “Mav, please take us home,” Bradley whined, a moan leaving his throat when the plane shook with another round of turbulence.
“Or, what? You’re gonna piss yourself?” Mav’s voice was steady as he continued to fly his route. “This isn’t the Kawasaki, Bradley,” Mav chuckled. “It’ll be much harder to clean than that.”
The reminder of the incident had finally succeeded in making Bradley cry. Tears fell on his cheeks as memories flashed of the most embarrassing moment of Bradley’s life. His hard erection and how he had pissed all over himself, as well as, Maverick.
“Fuck, why would you even bring that up?” Bradley complained, another jolt of pain made him groan as his stomach twisted. Bradley had been holding his piss for almost forty minutes at that point and he was in pain. “Mav, it fucking hurts.” Bradley cried, his knees knocking the back of Mav’s seat.
“Just a bit more, Bradley,” Mav said. He seemed to take pity on him, no longer tilting the plane to circle the canyons as he flew to the direction of the hangar. “It’s gonna take ten minutes to get home, can you hold it until then?” Mav asked and Bradley got a serious case of the deja vus.
Bradley wanted to say yes, he wanted to say yes so badly but a moan came out of his throat instead. He quickly shook his head and squeezed his thighs together. “N-no, I can’t,” Bradley cried, sweating bullets at that point. “Mav, I can’t do it—I can’t,” he said, tears streaming down his cheeks and he hugged his stomach tightly. “I’m sorry,” Bradley sobbed, feeling himself leak into his boxers. “Mav, I’m so fucking sorry.”
His desperate tone seemed to have woken Mav up, the older man turning to look at him with concern evident in his eyes. “Oh, fuck,” he had whispered and he pushed the throttle to increase their speed. “Just a bit more, Bradley. We’re almost there,” he reassured.
Bradley was a crying mess in the backseat, his jaw hung open with his gasps as he could feel the start of his piss dampening his underwear. “Mav, I—!“ Bradley couldn’t continue to speak as he started to jerk in place. His body twitching with every droplet of piss that leaked from his dick. “Oh, fuck!” Bradley gasped out as he arched his back, pissing all over the backseat of Mav’s P-51.
His shorts darkened as Bradley continued to jerk through his relief. His piss had puddled on the seat before it trickled down the floor of the plane, its drip seemed to echo inside of the aircraft.
Bradley held himself as he cried, his shoulders shaking as his body continued to tremble. Urine ran down his leg and puddled at his feet, the plane smelling harshly of ammonia and alcohol. Bradley wanted to throw up, disgusted at himself because it had once again felt so good.
He had run to the shower the moment the plane landed and Mav opened the canopy. Bradley didn’t speak to Mav for the rest of the day, rushing to bed when he saw Mav clean up the plane after his shower.
———
Living in a hangar in the middle of the desert made avoiding Mav very difficult.
The day after the incident Mav had cornered him to apologize, and Bradley was unfortunately weak to that particular old man, so he quickly forgave Mav for the incident.
They had gone back to how they were before after that. Bradley’s accident(s) pushed to the back of their minds as they continued on with their lives.
It wasn’t until Bradley visited around one month after the incident, when it finally got brought up.
Bradley was around four beers in and Mav was one beer behind. They were talking about the latest batch of kids Maverick was teaching and Bradley’s short deployment prior to his visit, the air around them was comfortable and Bradley felt himself melt into it.
The topic somehow circled to Bradley’s last visit, and the alcohol in his body hadn’t been enough to make him drunk, but it was just enough to loosen him up when Mav started talking about it.
“You remember your last visit?” Mav asked, taking a sip of his beer before he turned to look at Bradley.
They were in the living area of the Airstream, sat on the couch facing one another while their elbows rested on the windowsill.
“What about it?” Bradley asked, leaning against his arm as he looked up at Mav. Their knees were pressed up against one another and Bradley could practically feel the heat radiating from Mav’s body.
“I kinda liked it,” Mav admitted, mirroring Bradley’s position and placing his free hand on Bradley’s thigh, his other hand still nursing his beer bottle.
Bradley swallowed and blinked. “What? Me being here?” he asked, adjusting his position until he was pressed against Mav’s body a bit harder.
Mav chuckled and nodded, his fingers inching towards the seams of Bradley’s shorts. “Among other things.”
“What other things?” Bradley asked, biting his lip when he felt Mav’s calloused fingertips brush across the skin of his thigh until goosebumps formed, he shivered in place.
“Everything you did, basically.” Mav spread his palm until he was gripping Bradley’s thigh instead. “Every, single, thing.”
Bradley laughed and shook his head. “I literally pissed myself on your plane, Mav,” Bradley said through a chuckle, which quickly died down when he saw Mav look at him from under his eyelashes, batting them at Bradley. “M-Mav…”
“I told you,” Mav said, leaning forward until their faces were inches apart. “I kinda liked it.”
Their lips met in a crash after that, Mav pressing himself up against Bradley until Bradley almost fell off the couch. Bradley’s hand was gripping the edge of his seat while his other hand was still trying to keep his beer bottle stable, not wanting to spill the liquid all over the window.
Mav licked his way into Bradley's mouth, his tongue tasting like beer as it mapped out the shapes of Bradley’s teeth. Bradley moaned into him, his jaw hanging open as he let Mav explore every inch of his mouth.
“Finish your beer,” Mav said when he pulled back, his command had made Bradley furrow his eyebrows. “Finish your beer and I’m taking you to bed.”
Bradley’s movements seemed too slow for Mav’s standards because he had taken the beer from Bradley’s hand and took a big gulp until his bottle was empty. He thought that had been the end of it, but his breath was pushed out of his lungs when Mav’s lips once again met his.
Mav gave the beer in his mouth to Bradley, forcing Bradley to swallow against the slight burn in his throat and Bradley had been left lightheaded at the action.
True to his word, Mav did bring Bradley into bed after that, his hand gripped Bradley’s wrist and pulled him to the direction of the Airstream’s bedroom area.
Bradley huffed out a breath as he was pushed onto the bed, bouncing on the mattress as he watched Mav undress in front of him. Bradley followed with haste, taking off his shirt and shorts without uttering another word, and throwing it on the ground.
“God, Baby, you’re so perfect,” Mav purred as he crawled on top of Bradley, his heavy cock hanging in between them with its tip red. He dipped down to kiss Bradley after that, slotting a leg in between Bradley’s thighs as he started grinding on Bradley’s body.
Mav’s hand slipped in between them to grip Bradley’s cock, jerking it off to full hardness and continuing to jerk him off as he kissed Bradley’s lips.
Bradley was squirming under Mav’s touch, biting his lip when Mav circled the head of his cock and pressed his fingers against his slit, his grip tightening and his movements quickened. Bradley jolted in bed with the sudden hit of his first orgasm, his back arching off the bed as strings of his cum fell on his naked chest.
He pressed his palms against his eyes and whined, “I swear, I usually last longer.”
Mav chuckled as his hands still continued to jerk Bradley off, his spent dick already twitching back into hardness. “It’s okay, Sweetie,” Mav said, placing a kiss on Bradley’s cheek. “I can last long enough for the both of us.”
Bradley shuddered at Mav’s sultry tone and his cock was finally fully erect once again. Mav laughed, and fucking tapped his dick like he thought it was cute. Bradley held back his offended noise while Mav pulled away to lean towards the bottom drawer of his dresser, rummaging until he retrieved a bottle of lube.
“Shit,” Mav cursed as he looked around his drawer with his eyebrows pinched.
“What’s wrong?” Bradley asked, taking his cock and lazily fucking his own hand.
Mav’s eyes were glued on Bradley’s dick and he bit his lip as he watched for a few seconds before he shook himself out of his trance. “I don’t have any condoms,” Mav said, looking at him apologetically. “I mean, I can just finger you and we can fuck later after I get some?”
“Who said you needed a condom?” Bradley asked, raising his eyebrow.
“Bradley,” Mav warned.
Bradley rolled his eyes. “I’m clean, Mav,” he said, still fucking his own hand and biting his lips at a particularly rough drag of his palm. “You’re clean too, right?”
“You’re gonna fucking ruin me, Bradley Bradshaw,” Mav said as he once again crawled over Bradley.
Mav pushed two fingers inside of Bradley while his mouth met the skin of Bradley’s neck. Mav kissed, sucked, licked, and bit down on his skin while his fingers fucked into Bradley with no remorse and too little lube.
“Mav—fuck,” Bradley keened as his own hips moved to meet Mav’s thrusts, trying to get him to brush against that bundle of nerves that made Bradley see stars.
Two fingers became three and when Mav pressed against Bradley’s prostate, his hips started to stutter and Bradley froze in place while Mav massaged his prostate with a wicked grin. Bradley whined, turning his head from side-to-side as Mav continued rubbing him hard.
“How many times can you cum?” Mav asked, fucking his fingers into Bradley tight rim once again, his digits almost being sucked into Bradley’s hole.
Bradley shook his head. “Two—maybe three times?” he answered, his eyes glassy with unshed tears.
“Okay, let’s go for three,” Mav said with a grin, fucking his hand into Bradley as hard as he could, until he was repeatedly hitting against his prostate.
His entirely convulsed with his second orgasm, Bradley’s toes curling while Mav continued to piston his hand inside of him, like he was fucking Bradley through his second orgasm. His chest was once again covered with white, his sticky cum painting his torso.
Bradley didn’t even have time to breathe. Mav’s fingers were quickly replaced by the head of his cock, poking at Bradley’s entrance while Mav’s fingers gripped his waist. Mav was sitting on his knees, dragging Bradley’s body up into his lap as he eased himself inside of Bradley’s fluttering hole.
Mav’s cock was so much thicker than his fingers and Bradley had cried as Mav pushed himself inside of him. He felt so full with the other’s cock, his hole gaping to accommodate Mav’s girth, while his own cock was once again twitching into life against his stomach.
“So full,” Bradley had babbled as he placed a hand on his stomach, staring right at Mav who groaned in place.
“I’m gonna fuck you, now,” Mav said, a warning instead of anything else, because his gripped tightened on Bradley’s waist and he started to pull Bradley towards his crotch.
Mav fucked Bradley like he was a sex toy.
His hips moved with reckless abandon as he constantly pulled Bradley to meet his thrusts. Bradley was left on the bed, moaning and crying as he slid against the sheets; manhandled by Mav’s strong grip. His palms were rough against the tender skin of Bradley’s hips, and tears fell from the corners of Bradley’s eyes while drool slipped past his lips.
“Fuck, yes—!” Bradley moaned wantonly as Mav started hitting his prostate dead on. His hand gripped his own cock as he started to jerk himself off in time with Mav’s thrusts, he had gathered his own cum and used it to ease the friction between his palm and his dick. “I’m close a-again,” Bradley whined as his body twitched with his oncoming orgasm.
“Cum first, Baby, I’m not done yet,” Mav said, fucking into Bradley so hard, Bradley could barely breathe through his gasps.
Bradley came for the third time with his cock spurting tiny pathetic strings of cum on his stomach, his spent cock dripping onto his stomach as Bradley’s body continued to be handled by Mav’s arms.
Mav’s thrusts hadn’t slowed down at all, and he kept pressing against Bradley’s prostate despite the fact that Bradley was full on sobbing underneath him, shaking his head as it all felt too much for him.
It was during one particular thrust when Bradley’s eyes shot open as his body convulsed, overwhelmed with the sudden need to piss as his full bladder made itself known.
“M-mav,” Bradley warned, his voice had been scratchy from his sobs and Mav’s thrusts were still as brutal as ever. “Mav, Ma—Mav!” Bradley exclaimed, his hands gripping Mav’s wrist.
“What’s wrong, Baby?” Mav asked, his rhythm hadn’t been disrupted at all while he looked at Bradley with concern.
“I think I—fuck,” Bradley cried, curling his toes when Mav pressed against his prostate hard. “I need to—Mav, please slow down,” Bradley begged as more tears ran down his cheeks and his chest heaved.
“You need to cum again?” Mav asked, starting his thrusts once again but his grip on Bradley’s hips had been more gentle.
Bradley bit his lip and shook his head. “Not cum,” Bradley said, his entire body flushing red as his stomach started to twist.
His confession had finally made Mav pause, his hands twitching against Bradley’s skin.
“You need—“ Mav cleared his throat and stared at Bradley with mirth in his eyes. “Do you need to piss?”
Bradley nodded and Mav growled at him, he full-on growled.
“Fuck, Baby, I’ve been waiting for this,” Mav said with a groan. One of Mav’s hands stayed to grip a bruise on Bradley’s hip, while the other pressed on where his bladder was. Bradley cried.
“It’s too much—!” Bradley whined, gripping the sheets while Mav continued to press down on his full bladder, while fucking into him with earnest. “Mav, I can’t hold it!”
Mav groaned and closed his eyes. “Been hoping for this since the Kawasaki.” Mav bit his lips and stared at Bradley through half-lidded eyes. “Your piss felt so fucking good on me, Baby. So fucking hot.”
Bradley sobbed against the sheets as he felt his self-restraint wavered.
“Last month too,” Mav said through gritted teeth, and he sounded so absolutely ruined. “When I heard you piss yourself, I almost came on the spot.” Mav bent down to whisper against Bradley’s ear. “When I saw your soaked pants, I actually did.”
Bradley almost screamed as his body shot off the bed with sweet release, and Mav lifted himself off Bradley’s body. Bradley’s entire body jolted as he pissed all over himself, a full stream of pee hitting his chest and stomach while Mav continued to fuck him, finally cumming inside of Bradley when he saw piss trickle on Bradley’s beautiful tanned skin.
The entire Airstream (and Bradley, himself) smelled like his fucking pee, a mix of ammonia and alcohol from his four bottles of beer. But, Mav didn’t seem to mind as he flopped himself right on top of Bradley, kissing Bradley’s mouth in a sweet kiss as if there wasn’t a disgusting concoction of cum and urine on Bradley’s torso.
“So, is it too early to tell you I have a piss kink?” Mav asked when he pulled away from Bradley.
Bradley shoved the old man off him. “I don’t care what kinks you have, but I am not cleaning up after this.”
“Don’t worry.” Mav grinned at him and rolled until he was half on top of Bradley again. “I love cleaning up after your piss.”
“You have issues, you know that right?” And Mav merely cackled before he once again kissed Bradley’s mouth.
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