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This was the last time Ray put off going to the bathroom. Fuck his work; going for a pee when he starts to need it is much more sensible until waiting until he is desperate and close to pissing himself. Unfortunately, it takes a very ridiculous situation before he comes to this realisation.As Ray shifts in his seat at his desk, a horrible twinge of discomfort jolts through his abdomen and makes him wince. He tries to focus on his own body and not his work, and comes to a startling confusion: he really, really needs a piss. Which makes sense, because Ray can’t remember the last time he went.Gritting his teeth, Ray eases himself to his feet and hurries out of the study, across the landing and to the bathroom. But when he puts his hand on the handle, he finds it locked. Shit.“Miles?” he calls. “Are you in here?”“Yes,” Miles calls back. “Why?”“I just… kinda need a piss.”“What delightful language,” Miles says, and Ray can almost see the smirk on his face. “Apologies, but I’m having a bath at the moment. I’ll be out in a few minutes.”“Okay,” Ray says, but it isn’t okay at all.He can’t wait that long.Clamping a hand between his legs, Ray rushes down the stairs and flings open the door to the downstairs toilet.“Oh fuck…” he mutters.Ray had forgotten, but of course the fucking room has been ripped apart by the builders. There isn’t even a toilet in there at the moment.“Shit,” Ray says, darting into the kitchen.He looks at the sink, but Ray can’t bring himself to piss in their kitchen sink. A groan escapes his throat, the discomfort causing a cold shiver to tingle down his back. He’s going to piss himself any second, he just knows it.He can barely think anymore, all his energy focused on not pissing himself. This is ridiculous. How can a lawyer like him be reduced to such a pathetic situation?In desperation, Ray flings open the back door and stumbles out into the back garden. If he has to piss himself, it might as well be out here. But then it occurs to him: he can just piss out here, can’t he?When the soles of his feet start to go numb, Ray actually remembers that snow covers the ground out here, and the sky looks like more snow might fall overnight. Did he seriously just come out into the yard with no shoes on in the middle of winter?Still, he can’t think about that right now. Ray stumbles over to the area he knows is grass under the snow, turns to face the wall, and just… pisses. It’s embarrassing and the cold air burns his dick and it’s gross to see his piss turning the snow dark yellow, but it feels so good… and the relief that he didn’t end up wetting himself feels good too.When he has finished, Ray dashes back indoors and wraps his arms around himself, trying to warm up. The bottoms of his pant legs are damp from the snow and his toes are slightly blue, and Ray can’t stop shivering. Still, at least he didn’t piss himself.“What were you just doing?”Ray jumps and looks up. Miles stands in the doorway wearing nothing but a towel and a frown.“Oh, uh, nothing,” he says, grinning.“Really? Because you appear to have just gone outside with no shoes on.”“Well, yeah, I did that. But…” Ray sighs. “Okay, I went outside to…”Miles sighs. “Raymond, if you were that desperate to urinate, you could have said. Honestly.”Ray smiles sheepishly. “Sorry, Miles. Hey, can I have a hug to warm up?”He holds out his cold hands and Miles’ eyes widen.“No,” Miles says, and he hurries off, Ray chasing after him.