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It was 10pm in the zones. Ghoul was definitely starting to regret drinking more than one water bottle at once in the restaurant. He clamped his thighs shut, shifting uncomfortably on the crumbly sand below him. The fire roared in front of him, sparks of flames floating onto his face.

Fuck. He really needed to piss, and it was bad. “No, man, like, I swear he called me a faggot! I remember it, like-” Jet shook his head. “You’re looking for an excuse to punch the guy.” Party laughed. “No, no I’m not! He called me a fag, and also he was ugly, so…” He added.

Ghoul snickered, the pressure on his bladder making it even harder to not fucking piss his pants on the spot. He peered up at Party, standing with his hand on his hip tilted to the side. His hands moved around chaotically while he tried to explain why he beat up some random guy in the bathroom.

Party looked down at Ghoul, cocking his head and kneeling down. “You good, man?” He asked, placing a hand on Ghoul’s thigh. He nodded. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine-” Ghoul grunted as he got up, feeling a little unsteady on his feet and almost losing his balance. One of Party’s eyebrows lifted in skepticism. “Mhm…” He just hummed.

“Alright, well, c’mon! Time to head out.” He waved their small group to the car, trailing behind and grabbing Ghoul’s arm. “Dude, fuck’s up? We gotta go, c’mon!” He tried pulling Ghoul to the beat up Pontiac. “I’m going, I’m going, goddamn-” He ran to the car, jumping in the passengers seat and slinging his arm out the window.

Party revved the cars engine, speeding down the deserted freeway. Ghoul could feel every single bump and bounce of the car. It was just getting even harder to hold his bladder, putting his entire body into sitting completely still to not add even more pressure. “Party, Party- shit, dude I gotta- I gotta piss.” He yelled at Party through the high speed winds. Party chuckled, nodding and slowing down at a part of the road with a large wood sign.

“Aw, come on!” Jet and Kobra sighed, kicking Party’s car seat. “Shut up, y’all. It’ll just be like, a second, my god.” He slammed the door shut, rushing behind the tall standing shabby wood. Ghoul hobbled over as best he could.

“You really made me stop the car for this shit?” He raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms as he watched Ghoul unbutton his trousers. “Y’know what, no, no. You don’t get to just go in the sand, bitch.” He threw a hand on Ghoul’s head, pushing him down to his knees with ease. All Ghoul was thinking was just…what the fuck was he doing?

Ghoul reluctantly got on his knees, his top button still fastened around his waist. “The fuck you want me to do, Party? Eat you? The fuck, just let me go real quick, it’ll be less than a minute-” He tried getting up, but being easily manipulated back on his knees as Party shoved his shin between Ghoul’s thighs. The yellow bandana that wrapped below his knee was face to face with Ghoul.

Party shifted his weight to one side, crossing his arms and looking down at Ghoul with fake pity. “Aw, so you don’t wanna go anymore, or what? I saw you at the fire, keeping those thighs slammed shut, right? Can’t piss yourself in front of the others, so you gotta do it with me?” Ghoul scoffed. “That’s not-” Party steadied a gripping hand in his hair, pulling his head up to look at him.

Party’s eyes were burning holes into Ghoul’s. He knew exactly what he had to do. He sighed, straddling his thighs around Party’s clothed shin. They moved, rocked, slowly at first. Eventually he built up a good enough speed, now just full on humping Party. “Fuck- my god-” He stuttered out, huffing with each word.

Jet and Kobra were stuck in the car, just yabbering between each other. Unbeknownst to them, Ghoul was humping Party like an actual mutt in heat. “Party- shit, shit-” Ghoul moaned, his clit rubbing against the denim and fabric of his boxers.

Every time he pushed his waist a little harder, he felt the cotton around his thighs soaking with a warm liquid. Fuck. He panted steadily while bucking his hips against Party, grabbing his thighs firmly as he looked up in his eyes. His pupils gleamed in the night light.

Ghoul’s bladder finally emptied, at least, soaking his own pants and Party’s. “Mhm, good boy, Ghoul. Not that fuckin’ hard, now, was it?” He cooed, scratching at Ghoul’s hair. Ghoul moaned at the touch, leaning into his scratchy hand. “Hah- fuck, fuck- finally, holy shit-” He moaned, slowing down to grind circles on Party’s leg now.

“Fuck, yeah, good boy, good boy- Keep- keep going, Ghoul.” Party breathed out, feeling the warm liquid spread all over his own jeans, probably staining them. Party’s bandana laughed in Ghoul’s face while his eyes finally shut in pleasure. He started humping faster, moving at an extraordinarily fast pace now. His clit getting all this stimulation and getting lubed by his own liquids felt so good.

He shoved a hand in his pants, shoving two fingers knuckle deep in his pussy. The slide was so easy, thanks to being this wet. “Shit- fuck, fuck, oh my god-” Ghoul gasped. Party’s face turned into a smile, looking down at him and rubbing his own clit through his jeans.

Party’s free hand moved to unzip his own pants, sliding them down to right before where his underwear stopped. He guided Ghoul’s head to his pussy, pushing it up so he’d make contact with his skin. Ghoul carefully licked at the wet boxers, prodding his tongue to where he felt Party’s slit. He hooked a couple fingers at the waistband, pulling them down to reveal Party’s pussy. Fuck, he was actually dripping. Ghoul shuddered.

“Oi! You guys, the fuck is happening over there? I thought he just had to piss, c’mon! Hurry up!” Kobra yelled from the backseat, amplifying his voice by cupping a hand around his mouth. Jet shrugged. Kobra’s face went cold when he heard one of Party’s many muffled moans. “Oh.” He said flatly, his expression going blank. “Oh…” Jet sighed, face palming. “Of course.”

Party cackled when he heard their sighs of realization. Ghoul giggled also, the vibrations spreading all through Party’s body. Ghoul shoved his fingers even deeper inside himself, and a few more bucks of his hips and he was coming. His pussy clenched around his fingers, the fluttery walls tightening around his own digits. He pulled his fingers out, licking them clean.

They were sticky when he pulled them out of his now junked boxers, sliding them up and down across Party’s slit before pushing them in. “God, holy fuck, Ghoul-” His fingers slid in and out of Party’s pussy quickly, the squelch loud enough only for the both of them to hear. “Mm…” Ghoul hummed, lapping at Party’s clit with his tongue.

God, it tasted so good. Party pushed Ghoul’s head even more, lowering his own hips to make it easier. “Fuck, Ghoul- close, I’m close-” He breathed shakily. A steady stream of piss shot out, spilling on Ghoul’s face and soaking his shirt. Ghoul opened his mouth a bit, swallowing the clear pee. It tasted almost like water, just a lot warmer, and…not water.

Ghoul’s hair soaked, and his shirt was dark from the wetness. He shifted his tight binder below all his overshirts, pushing back away from Party and falling on his back. “Goddamn, Party, fuck.” He stared up at the night sky, seeing the spotty stars that littered the black sky.

“Fuck, you’re good, Ghoul-” Party said, pulling his pants and boxers back up swiftly. He helped Ghoul get up from the ground, grabbing his slippery hand. “Eww, gross! Clean that shit up, Ghoul!” He yelled, shaking his hand off in the air as if he’d touched fire. Ghoul smiled at him, one side of his lip drooping down lazily.

They shot back in the car, giggling at themselves in the front seat while Jet and Kobra just grimaced at each other in the back. “You guys are nasty. In the middle of the desert? Gross.” Kobra sneered, now slamming his foot against Ghoul’s passenger seat. “Oh, shut the fuck up, Kobra. I know Jet rails you behind this car every other day while Party and I stake out places, don’t act like you’re so high on your horse. I hear you every time, too.” Ghoul retorted, twisting his arm to slap Kobra’s hand.

“Yeah, whatever, man.” He said, his face heating up in the dark as Jet chuckled to himself. “Hey, at least you pissed, right?” Jet yelled through the fast moving air, his hair getting caught in his mouth. “I sure did, huh Party!” He elbowed party in the abdomen. Party nodded. That was true. Best piss of his life.