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Leon was in big trouble.
It wasn’t as though this had never happened before. He had been champion for over a decade, after all. It was only natural that he had some close calls along the way.
Though, he could never remember his desperation ever getting this bad, not even when he wet himself in front of a bathroom stall at the International Championship Showcase when he was thirteen. That time had been his fault, as he had been so wrapped up in battling, he had nearly forgotten his need to go in the first place.
That had been a nightmare to clean up. He remembered having to pull his cape around his waist as best he could to hide the accident, shyly approaching the League staff from Galar to ask to be taken back to the hotel to change. He could still recall the feeling of sitting in his wet shorts and leggings on an extra-long car ride through Kalos. From then on, he was constantly reminded to use the restroom before and after battles, or car rides, or even when he was simply attending to business at Rose Tower.
Now that he was in his twenties, though, there was no one to remind him to complete his bodily functions throughout the day. What’s worse is that he barely remembered to do it himself, with his the signals to use the bathroom hardly recognizable until it was far too late.
Which was how he ended up in this situation in the first place.
As he stood in the lift at the Battle Tower, shuddering with his hands jammed between his legs, Leon cursed the sponsors who had made their afternoon meeting late. Of course, that had been right after the quick lunch break. It wouldn’t have been as bad if he hadn’t drank a few cups of tea with his meal, and definitely would have been more manageable if he hadn’t had so much water after his regular morning training, and would certainly not have been an issue if he had just used the bathroom when he had woken up -
A quiet whimper left his throat as he gripped himself even tighter. He couldn’t play the blame game, not while he had this emergency on his hands. He needed to use the bathroom as soon as possible, or else he was really, truly, going to have an accident.
As the lift jolted to a stop, he gave himself a final squeeze. Surely, he could make it to the bathroom in the lobby. It was only a few steps away, wasn’t it?
Apparently, today was not his day. When the lift doors opened, cameras began to flash in his face, nearly blinding him with the bright glare bouncing off of the metal and glass walls.
Oh, fuck, he had forgotten about the press interview he was supposed to give today.
With a trained smile, he waved to the crowd, panicking inwardly. Chairwoman Oleana was not going to be pleased if he had to take a break when they were already behind schedule.
No choice but to move forward, then.
Each step rocketed another line of pressure to his aching bladder, which felt heavy in his abdomen. Thankfully, no one was paying attention to how he walked, as he was sure his trembling legs would give his situation away. He was relieved to see there was a podium set up for him to speak at outside.
Stepping up to it, he gave his brightest smile, waving at everyone once more. A pre-written speech sat in front of him. It was something he had put a lot of thought into, as this was his first public press event since the Eternatus incident and subsequently the first since his hospitalization for the injuries he retained in the fight. He foolishly hoped that the questioning would be at a minimum.
“Hi, everyone,” He began to address the crowd, hoping he didn’t sound as panicked as he felt. “I’m so glad to finally be talking with you all again. It’s been too long, and Charizard and I are thrilled to finally be back in fighting shape!” He glanced around, a strained smile on his face. If only he could squeeze himself under the podium. Perhaps he could, they wouldn’t see it, but the thought was quickly dismissed. “As you all know, it’s been a difficult road to get Galar back up onto its feet. I’m thrilled that Chairwoman Oleana and the rest of the team here at the Pokémon League have been working day and night on the rebuilding of our towns and cities…”
As the press watched with curious eyes, Leon had to pause to take a deep breath.
“Keep it together, Leon, keep it together…” The thought crossed his mind, as he continued to speak. Thankfully, the speech was short.
“On behalf of the League, I can say that beyond a shadow of a doubt, Galar will be back and better than ever - and I’m excited to announce that we’re going to be returning with exhibition matches next month!” He grinned, though it was more of a grimace than anything else. Hopefully, that was enough to satiate them. Hopefully, they would let him go so he could finally get some bloody relief.
Unfortunately, he got the opposite. A barrage of questions were thrown at him, ranging from his hospital stay to the lineup of next months matches. While he answered as best he could, he shot a pleading glance towards Oleana.
“Please, please, please let me go, I need to go home, I need to pee, I’m going to wet myself..” His heart thumped quickly in his chest as he thought of how terrible this could go for him.
It appeared that she was just as over this as he was, as she dismissed him and sent him on his way. “The Champion must be off, now. Any questions can be directed towards me at this time.”
Leon could have cried. He hurried off to the cabs, quickly giving his address to be taken to his flat on the opposite side of Wyndon. In the cab, he was able to hold himself again - hands crammed between his legs, as he squirmed back and forth, taking shuddering breaths. It was a quick ride, yet it felt like eternity. Even the landing jostled him enough to make him leak, causing him to gasp and practically squeal.
Hurrying out of the cab, Leon rushed to his flat, only to realize that his keys were at the Battle Tower.
Tears formed in his eyes. He couldn’t believe how bad his luck was, as he stood in front of the locked door of his flat, so close to relief. Another leak, longer this time, saturated his boxers.
In a last-ditch effort, he gingerly removed his hand from his crotch, hoping that Raihan happened to be home. He knocked hastily on the door, shaking so hard he could have fallen over if he weren’t careful.
“Raihan… Raihan, please… ” Tears flowed down his cheeks.
The sound of the deadbolt unlocking was music to his ears. He came face to face with his lover, who stared him down.
“Rai, please help me, I have to go, I-I’m going to wet myself, please Raihan, please help…” Leon babbled, a quiet sob leaving him as another leak formed a wet patch on the front of his white shorts. “I’m going to have an accident, I can’t hold it, but I-I can’t move! ”
Raihan crouched down, lifting Leon up into his arms as though he weighed nothing at all. “It’s going to be alright, love, don’t panic.” His chest rumbled softly, voice low and sweet as he hurried to the bathroom. They made it a few steps in - relief in sight, except -
It wasn’t quick enough. Despite his best efforts, Leon’s bladder finally gave out - and in his boyfriends arms, to make it even worse. A loud cry left him, as he tried desperately to hold it, squeezing himself as tightly as possible. “No, no, no, no, no!”
Raihan stared at him with wide eyes, shocked that the man in his arms was indeed, pissing all over the both of them. He made a soft sound of sympathy, not bothering to go any farther into the bathroom to prevent further mess from occurring. He didn’t want to speak, genuinely too stunned to know what to say - which must have sent Leon into a frenzy.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I can’t stop it, I-I can’t hold it, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Leon sobbed, covering his face. “I’m so sorry Raihan, I’m so sorry…”
“It’s okay, Leon.” Raihan watched as he finally stopped peeing. “It’s okay. You had an accident - it happens to the best of us, okay? You couldn’t hold it, and that’s alright. You made it home to me, you did the best you could… it’s okay. I’m not angry, Leon.”
“I-I tried so hard to hold it…” Leon whimpered quietly, shaking in Raihans arms. “I didn’t get a break all day, Rai…” his lip wobbled, threatening to cry again.
“I know, sweetheart, and you did such a good job.” The taller man took a few more steps into the bathroom, setting the champion on the edge of the tub. “You made it home, and that’s all anyone can ask. Let me get you cleaned up, alright?” He crouched down in front of him, gingerly removing his soiled cape. It would all have to be washed, but at least it wasn’t a public accident.
“Okay, Rai.” Leon whispered, as he shimmied out of his soaked shorts and tights. He watched helplessly as Raihan knelt down with a towel, cleaning the huge puddle off of the bathroom tiles, balling everything up and tossing it into their hamper.
“See? It’s all clean, now. Nothing to worry about.” Raihan smiled gently, as he ran the bath.
Sniffling, Leon rubbed his eye. He supposed it could have been worse, especially if he had wet himself in front of the hundreds of cameras earlier that day. The sting was taken away, just a bit, as his loving boyfriend cleaned his legs and stomach, wiping away the remaining evidence of his accident.
“Hey, Rai?” He finally spoke up, as he was dressed in a Hammerlocke gym hoodie (which was far too big for him), and a pair of Raihans boxers.
“Yeah, love?” Raihan guided him to the couch, sitting alongside him.
“Thanks… I-I know that was probably gross, and I really appreciate your help..”
“Don’t mention it, Champ. It wasn’t as gross as you think, and honestly, I’m just glad you got your chance to go.” He pulled Leon into his lap, rubbing a hand over his sore bladder. “Besides… I guess it’s good to know you’re hydrated?” He tried to lighten the mood.
It worked, just a little. Leon cracked a smile, pressing his face into his chest. “I guess so.”
As Raihan kissed his head, Leon sighed quietly as he finally relaxed. “I love you, Rai.” He added.
“I love you too, Champ. Get some rest, huh?” Raihan hummed.
“‘Kay.” Leon shut his eyes, arms wrapped tight around his boyfriend. Finally, with his relief gained and the smell of his boyfriends sweatshirt comforting him, he fell asleep.