WS Comment Fic Fest Anybody?

[katekintail.livejournal.com]

It's been terribly slow here, so I thought maybe I could interest some writers/readers out there in a comment fic fest.

Rules/Details:
Post prompts as replies here for stories/fics that could feature watersports. Include any of the following: fandom, pairing, rating, situation. Post as many prompts as you like--with ONE prompt per post. If you see a prompt that inspires you, write for it and post it as a reply to the prompt. You can prompt without writing and write without prompting. You can post as many fills as you like. No pressure, just fun. Make sure anything you prompt/fill adheres to the guidelines of the community (no real person slash, no underage characters, no pimping, no photographs, etc.).

Prompt examples:
*Harry Potter, Draco/Harry, any rating. At the beginning of their relationship Draco uses magic to trick Harry into some pissplay with him. Then he realizes Harry knew about the trick all along and allowed it to happen because he shares the same kink.
*Any characters, any fandom. One character has a condition where he has to go to the bathroom a whole lot. He apologizes for it repeatedly, but the other character is not complaining *G*

FAQ:
*Can I write a fic for a prompt that's already been filled? Absolutely!
*Do I have to claim a prompt in order to write it? Nope. Write whatever you like whenever you like.
*Can I post my piece elsewhere? Of course, it's yours. Do what you like with it.
*Can I post it elsewhere and just link to it here? Sure, as long as the place you're linking to isn't friends-locked.
*Can I fill my own prompt? Go right ahead.

Master List of Fills:
Supernatural, Sam/Dean (I gather from the guidelines that Wincest is okay, as long as they're of age), Sam is having nightmares about Hell, wets the bed. Sleeps with Dean for comfort, wets the bed while sharing, Dean is more than fine with it, provides sexy comfort.
FILL: The Nightmare (Supernaural, Sam/Dean) by katekintail

Any characters, any fandom. A male character is stuck alone somewhere and really, truly, badly needs a wee. He describes in great detail everything he's feeling to someone on the phone. Maybe he's just complaining and wants the other person to know how inconvenient this is... or maybe this is just their shared kink. Either way, lots of details.
FILL: Between Doors (Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Wesley/Giles) by justwolf

Remus/Severus, Harry Potter, R or higher. Two characters both desperately need to piss, but neither one wants to admit it out loud. So they try to push the other as far as they can in hopes that the other breaks first. This leads to trying to have sex while having extremely full and sensitive bladders. It's pretty obvious that the first one who comes will be the first one to have an accident. And so they start pushing each other sexually as well... kissing and touching and stroking in just the right places to drive the other crazy with desire.
FILL: Methods of Restraint (Harry Potter, Remus/Severus) by scatteredscript

Harry Potter, Het or Slash, one character (male or female....) secretly like to play with desperation but didnt have the courage to go all the way yet. When they finally do someone catches them. (I'd love if it was Snape) and decide to get in on the fun (maybe set tasks for them, D/S is totally okay with me, has them push their limits in class/public)
FILL: Games Wizards Play (Harry Potter, Severus/Remus) by katekintail

Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Angel fandom, Spike/Angel(us). Despite Angel(us) telling him lots of times to go and have a pee, Spike refuses to do so. They're going to be away from any toilets for several hours, and Spike gradually realises he really, really needs to pee. He tries not to let Angel(us) know at first, but eventually it becomes obvious. Angel(us) is cross with him, but also very tolerant, and tried to help his boy not have an accident. However, Spike eventually does wet himself. I'd like Angel(us) to be comforting, but also aroused. A D/s vibe would be great. For this fic, we can decide that vampires pee like normal humans, whether or not that makes biological sense!
FILL: Accidents (Angel the Series, Angel/Spike) by katekintail
FILL: Fetish and Loathing on the Way to Vienna (Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angelus/Spike) by katekintail

Harry Potter, femslash or solo including Ginny would be epic. Any rating. Ginny secretly enjoys wetting herself on purpose underneath her skirt in public settings.
FILL: Wet Feet (Harry Potter, Ginny/Hermione) by justwolf

Comments

[katekintail.livejournal.com]

Any characters, any fandom. A male character is stuck alone somewhere and really, truly, badly needs a wee. He describes in great detail everything he's feeling to someone on the phone. Maybe he's just complaining and wants the other person to know how inconvenient this is... or maybe this is just their shared kink. Either way, lots of details.

[justwolf.livejournal.com]

I'd like to write this with Angel/Wesley, would that work for you? I saw from your profile that you like Angel.

[katekintail.livejournal.com]

While not one of my usual Buffy or Angel pairings (I'm usually Wesley/Giles, Spike/Xander or Spike/Angelus), I fully approve of it and whole-heartedly appreciate the effort :-) Squee! Thanks so much for thinking about writing this. Nummy description is nummy :-) Happy writing!

[justwolf.livejournal.com]

I can DEFINITELY do it with Wesley/Giles. So few people ship that pair that it didn't occur to me to suggest it. I'll get cracking on it over the weekend or as soon as possible thereafter.

[katekintail.livejournal.com]

OH YAY! I so have a thing for emotionally repressed, stuffy, tea-drinking, book-reading British watchers *G* Thanks so much for giving it a try!

[justwolf.livejournal.com]

Fic: Between Doors, BtVS Fandom, Wesley/Giles, Part 1

Giles answered at once. Wesley pressed the phone to his ear, as if the familiar voice could work its way inside his head and solve everything. The train rocked him back against the seat, and he looked out the window at the grey London suburbs without really seeing them.

“Is everything all right, Wesley?” Giles said.

“Mm,” Wesley said, registering the note of concern in Giles's voice. He realised that an unexpected transatlantic call would surprise Giles, and he thought he was perhaps making this one for very frivolous reasons. “Yes. Mostly.”

“Mostly?” Giles said. “What's wrong, love?”

“I'm on my way to that meeting in Brighton,” Wesley said. He bit his lip. The carriage was almost empty, thankfully. There was one young woman at the other end, engrossed in a novel, and dumpy woman knitting two seats up from her. Otherwise he was alone.

“Oh yes,” Giles said. “That meeting with Marcus. It did sound tedious.”

“They don't have lavatories on these trains,” Wesley admitted, keeping his voice low. “They used to. They don't any more.”

“Oh,” Giles said, and Wesley was relieved to hear the complete understanding contained in that single syllable. “How bad?”

“I thought they would,” Wesley said, worrying his lip between his teeth once more. “I really thought they would. So I didn't go after lunch, and I didn't go at the station.”

“Oh dear,” Giles said. Wesley heard the dull thump of a book being closed, and he pictured Giles settling back on the couch, giving Wesley his complete attention.

“It's really bad, Giles,” Wesley said. “I don't know how long I can hold it. It's really hard to keep still. I wish you were here.” He bent forward a little at the waist, subtly trying to make himself more comfortable. “Remember the time when we were driving to LA, and you got me to drink all the way, and every time I asked to stop you told me I could hold for longer?”

“Of course,” Giles said. “Of course I remember that.”

“It's as bad as that, now. I really think it is. And remember that time I... I had an accident? And it was all right because you were there, and we were by ourselves...”

“It was nice, actually, wasn't it?” Giles said, his voice low and soothing. “You were all warm and wet and desperate, and I pulled you onto my lap, and you made me wet too, and God, you felt good.”

“Yes,” Wesley said. “Yes, it was nice in the end.” He thought he might whimper. He gripped his thigh, trying to distract himself from the heaviness in his groin. “I actually... I wanted to make myself wait this time, so I didn't go even though I drank lots at the restaurant. I like it when I need to go. It makes me feel vulnerable, and it makes me think of you.”

There was an intake of breath on the other end of the line, an intake of breath on the other side of the Atlantic, and Giles said, “God, you're hot. I love you like this. I love you vulnerable.”

Wesley felt miserable. “I know. I wish you were here. I want you here.”

“I wish I was there too. I bet you look wonderful, so desperate and so desperate not to show how desperate you are.”

Wesley squirmed. He wondered how obvious he was. He peered between the seats, down the train. The girl was still reading; the woman had put her knitting in her lap, and her eyes were shut. He didn't think they could hear him. “I don't think I can hold it. Not all the way. And I can't remember if there are loos in Brighton station. What if there aren't?”

“It's not that far to Brighton,” Giles said. “You can't be as bad as you were that time when we were driving. You're much stronger than you think, you know.”

Wesley shook his head, even though Giles couldn't see him. “I'm not. It feels like it's already coming out. It really hurts. I feel all heavy and full and I can't move properly, and I don't know if I want to stay really still or if I want to jiggle around.”

“How much did you drink?”

“I don't know. Enough. I've really got to go. I can't stop needing to go. If you could see me, you'd know. My cheeks are all red, and I feel like it's about to start leaking out of me.”

“Oh, love,” Giles said gently.

[justwolf.livejournal.com]

Fic: Between Doors, BtVS Fandom, Wesley/Giles, Part 2

“I don't know what I'm going to do,” Wesley said. “I feel like I'm going to...” He lowered his voice. “Like I'm going to have an accident. I know how that feels, you've made me know how it feels. When you make me wait and wait until I can't hold it any more... And it's OK then because you're there and you like it so much, but now...”

“All right,” Giles said. “Okay. When is the next station? Can you get off there?”

“It's non-stop. Oh, Christ, it's non-stop, I'm stuck on this thing, there's no way off, and I've got to go, it really hurts...” Needing to relieve himself always made Wesley feel young and anxious and vulnerable, it reminded him of all the time when he was a child and he hadn't been quite able to make it to the bathroom, but he didn't mind that feeling when Giles was there. Having Giles there made something so messy and humiliating become sexy, because Giles liked him so much like this, but Giles wasn't here now, and he was alone on this train, in the middle of a grey suburb, with a burning feeling in his groin.

Giles was speaking to him gently on the phone, soft, soothing words, but Wesley wasn't really listening. “What am I going to do?” Wesley said, and then, softer, horribly aware of where he was, “I've got to go for a pee, Giles, I've got to. I can't wait.”

“Hmm,” Giles said. Wesley heard him shifting in his seat. Wesley wondered if he was aroused—he thought he probably was, and somehow that thought was a little bit comforting and a little bit infuriating. “All right,” Giles said. “We've established you're going to have an accident then? So we just need to think of the best way for it to happen.”

Wesley gritted his teeth. “I don't think there is a good way for it to happen.”

“Are there spaces between the carriages? With doors?”

“Yes, why?”

“Doors on both sides?”

Wesley looked. “Yes.”

“Get in between the carriages.”

“Why?” Wesley said, although the part of him that had become wired to obey Giles's instructions was already standing up. The motion of standing and the swaying of the train suddenly made his urgency much worse,and he really did whimper this time, his hand straining to grab his crotch. He looked down the carriage, sure they were watching him, but the woman was snoring, and the girl calmly turned a page in her book.

“You know things are better when you do what I say,” Giles said.

“Yes,” Wesley said, “I do know that. I'm almost there.”

“Good,” Giles said. “Go inside.”

Wesley had to wedge the phone between his shoulder and his ear before he could pull the stiff door open. The space between the carriages was narrow and unsteady, and the jiggling motion made the pressure in his bladder almost unbearable. He was sure no one could hear him in here, and he allowed himself to moan loudly, balling his fists and squirming.

“Oh, Wes,” Giles said against his ear. “You are desperate, aren't you?”

“Yes, God yes. I don't think I can hold it any longer. I'm going to wee in my trousers. Oh, Christ, Giles, I'm going to wee right here...”

“I know,” Giles said, softly, soothingly, “I know, I know. It's all right. Can anyone see you in there?”

Wesley whimpered, gripping at his crotch. There were windows on both sides of the little space, but they stopped at his waist. No one could see below his belt. He explained that to Giles.

“Good,” Giles said. “It's an old train, like the ones I remember. Get your cock out.”

“Here? Giles, what if someone comes?”

“Do you want wet trousers? Go on the floor. Go on.”

“Giles, I don't know,” Wesley said, anxious, aware of how exposed he was. The carriage he had been sitting in was mostly empty, it was true, but the one on his other side was half-full of people. There was a man sitting directly opposite the doorway. He wasn't looking at Wesley, but he could have looked at any moment.

[justwolf.livejournal.com]

Fic: Between Doors, BtVS Fandom, Wesley/Giles, Part 3/4

A spasm passed through Wesley's bladder, making him whimper into the phone, and crouch at the waist. He thought the inside of his briefs felt wet.

“Do what I say, Wesley.” Giles was firm. Wesley liked that, he was used to obeying that tone.

He unzipped his trousers, hands squirming inside them to pull out his desperate, damp cock. He felt absurd, standing there, cock in his hand, exposed. He realised he was trembling.

“Are you going? Are you pissing on the floor?”

He wasn't, he was desperate, but he wasn't sure he could do this, and then he was, he was pissing, it was streaming out of him, and he didn't think he could have stopped it, even if someone saw. He had his cock out in the middle of this train and he was pissing and pissing and it felt so good and so wrong at the same time. He realised he was making little incoherent, needy noises into the phone.

“Good,” Giles was saying back to him. “Good boy. Listen to you. I love to hear you liked this. You are undone. I want to hear you piss, but I like to hear you like this even more. God, you're hot when you let go, Wesley. You're beautiful like this.”

He'd never felt less beautiful than he did standing here like this, exposed, sweaty, the liquid pooling between his feet and not draining away, and he felt terrified that someone would see, but Giles's voice against his ear was soothing, comforting, and he held onto the sound of it. He squeezed his eyes shut.

“It just keeps coming and coming,” he said. The train jolted, and he had to tighten his leg muscles.

“It'll stop,” Giles said. “You really had to go, didn't you, love? Just finish now. Just relax. It's all right. You have no idea how hard you make me.”

Wesley found he was smiling slightly at that, despite himself. “I have some idea,” he said.

“Yes, I'm sure you do,” Giles said. “If you were here, I'd make you kneel in your own puddle of piss so you could suck my cock. I'd rub my pre-cum over your lips, and feel your heat against the head of my cock. You'd be beautiful like that.”

Wesley could picture it. He could almost feel Giles's cock in his mouth, the salty heat of it, its hardness against his lips, against his throat. “Yes,” he said. “Yes, I wish I was there.”

The last drops trickled out. Wesley shook his cock, and shoved it back into his trousers. He looked around. No one was looking at him from either the carriage. The man closest to him was reading a copy of the Metro.

“It's all over my shoes,” Wesley said.

“Messy boy,” Giles said. He heard a catch in Giles's breath, and imagined Giles's hands on his own cock, fingers running over the head. “You should go back to your seat. That way you can deny it was you.”

“I feel so much better,” Wesley said. “God, Giles, I thought I would burst. I thought I would die right here on this train.”

Giles laughed. “I'd never let that happen.”

[justwolf.livejournal.com]

Fic: Between Doors, BtVS Fandom, Wesley/Giles, Part 4/4

Wesley's hands were still sweaty. They slipped a little on the door handle, but then he got it open. He stood in the corridor for a moment, between the seats, the ground swaying under his feet. His piss trickled out of the gap between the carriages, and dripped onto the train carpet. He took a step forward. He left a footprint, but after the second step his shoe was dried by the carpet and he didn't leave a mark.

“I know,” Wesley said. “I'm going back to my seat now. I can't believe that happened.”

“I can,” Giles said. “You could be more careful.”

“Have you come yet?” Wesley said, sitting down.

“Yes, just a moment ago. I was imagining you shuffling back to your seat, all red-faced and ashamed. And feeling much happier, too.”

“I do feel much happier,” Wesley said. “God, but I needed to go.”

“I know,” Giles said. There was a pause as Wesley settled himself. He imagined Giles cleaning himself up in their living room, tucking himself back into his clothes. Then Giles said, “I miss you.”

“Me too. I'll be home soon.”

“Yes. Drink lots on the plane, and we'll have an interesting drive home.”

Wesley laughed. “Yes, all right.”

“Good. I hope your meeting goes well,” Giles said.

“Probably be very tedious.” Wesley said.

“Probably will,” Giles said. “I'll ring you tonight.”

“Okay,” Wesley said, and hung up. He put the phone back in his pocket, and glanced back down the carriage. The footprints by the door were already drying. Perhaps no one would ever guess what had happened.

[katekintail.livejournal.com]

Brilliant. Absolutely. I will leave proper feedback tomorrow, but THANK YOU! I adored it. Oh Giles--who knew? *fans self* This was brilliant.

[katekintail.livejournal.com]

Okay, I'm finally getting around to proper feedback. GUH! These two fit the situation so perfectly. I love Wesley reaching out to Giles when he's like this, wanting Giles' help and knowing how Giles feels about this. And I love that Wesley likes playing these little holding games when he's on his own because it makes him think of Giles and takes him a little out of his comfort zone... poor baby that it backfired this time around though.

“I thought they would,” Wesley said, worrying his lip between his teeth once more. “I really thought they would.
I love that repetition. Somehow, these lines sounded perfectly in Wes' voice in my head.

“Oh,” Giles said, and Wesley was relieved to hear the complete understanding contained in that single syllable
This is so great. So much in that one syllable. Beautiful writing.

“Oh dear,” Giles said. Wesley heard the dull thump of a book being closed, and he pictured Giles settling back on the couch, giving Wesley his complete attention
That thump OMG that thump! I loved it. I'm a huge reader and I love bookish!Giles. That little detail is so perfect!

“It was nice, actually, wasn't it?” Giles said, his voice low and soothing. “You were all warm and wet and desperate, and I pulled you onto my lap, and you made me wet too, and God, you felt good.”
What an amazing memory for them to call up. I love Giles' "you made me wet too." That just about killed me. It's like a WS fic inside of a WS fic. I love those *G*

“I don't know. Enough. I've really got to go. I can't stop needing to go. If you could see me, you'd know. My cheeks are all red, and I feel like it's about to start leaking out of me.”
Double GAH! I absolutely adore the "I can't stop needing to go" line. Like when it's not so bad and can kind of be ignored, but Wes is too far along. Poor boy *pets* And the leaking bit... I can just imagine him whispering that into a phone, trying to get Giles to understand how bad it is.

“You know things are better when you do what I say,” Giles said.
“Yes,” Wesley said, “I do know that. I'm almost there.”
And a little later:
“Do what I say, Wesley.” Giles was firm. Wesley liked that, he was used to obeying that tone.
A great dynamic of their relationship, younger watcher obeying the older, more experienced one in the relationship. I love Giles describing Wes as desperate to go and desperate for people not to know it. That's SO Wes. It's lovely to see Giles using his power from afar to make Wes more comfortable and save the man's trousers. I can just imagine how humiliated Wes would be if he stepped off the train for his meeting with a wet crotch, squishy shoes, and trails down his leg.

“Yes, God yes. I don't think I can hold it any longer. I'm going to wee in my trousers. Oh, Christ, Giles, I'm going to wee right here...”
I just adore when Brits use that word. Another reason I'm glad you went with this pairing in the end. Squee!

“It just keeps coming and coming,” he said. The train jolted, and he had to tighten his leg muscles.
Love both of these sentences so very much. Loved the reminder of exactly where he was in the midst of the description of what he was doing. The only thing I didn't get out of your piece was actually how loud it is between cars. You can hear the sounds of the rails and the cars jostling and the world rushing by. At least, you can in all the trains I've been in. Maybe those accordion things on each side buffer better over there, enough so that Wes would be able to hear Giles on the phone and wouldn't have to yell into the phone--how awkward would that be? LOL

“Yes. Drink lots on the plane, and we'll have an interesting drive home.”
Wesley laughed. “Yes, all right.”
“Good. I hope your meeting goes well,” Giles said.
“Probably be very tedious.” Wesley said.
“Probably will,” Giles said. “I'll ring you tonight.”
Oh wow. Yeah, well, compared to THAT, I'm sure ANY meeting would be tedious! LOL A great visual to end with, and I'm glad that after this horrible (read: wonderful) experience, Wes is still up for a little playing. He knows his Giles so well, and vice-versa!

Lovely fic! Thanks for writing it!

[justwolf.livejournal.com]

Thank you for leaving me such lovely, detailed feedback! ♥ I really appreciate it--it's wonderful to hear the parts you enjoyed.

There are some trains in which the space between carraiges is reasonably quiet, but I think in the kind I'm imagining it would have been VERY loud, so you're right, Wesley and Giles would definitely have had to shout at each other, which would have made it 100 times more embarrassing! Poor boys.

I'm glad you enjoyed it. I really enjoyed writing Wes and Giles--I haven't in ages, and I think they go really well together. I'll have to write more piss play with them some time. I feel like Giles would tend to be more in charge, because he's older and seems more experienced than Wesley, and I think Wes would be very happy to go along with Giles's ideas. I'm glad Giles was able to save Wesley from the himiliation of getting off the train in wet trousers too!

Thanks again! :)