College RP (Open)

[Quillish]

"Oh, h-heyy..."

The teasing made poor Ryan sputter a bit, cheeks flaring a rosy red as he cringed a little. (He almost opened his mouth to inform Noah, a bit snipishly, that he had made sure to pack plenty of undies, thank you very much...but it occurred to him just in time that this wouldn't cut quite the way he wanted it to.)

Instead, he just settled for glancing anxiously from side to side, as if worried that the handful of other students around (all safely out of ear-shot) were somehow going to glean the whole story from that one little remark.

"I will not...but, yeah, I think I'm all done. Just let me put my tray up, and we can go."

And he stood, heading towards the far end of the room to do just that.

[Quillish]

"Yeah, alright. Let's go...I probably ought to get unpacked before the whole campus gets flooded with all the new kids."

So, the taller teen, his tray left behind in the dining hall, made a line past the few occupied chairs and off out the door, trotting down the stairs that led from the front of the building to the sidewalk. Before long, he was back to working to keep up with Noah, looking this way and that every once in a while to make sure that they hadn't taken a wrong turn. It would probably be a fair stretch of time before he felt safe just wandering around without a partner or a map.

And, at first, it looked like it would be a totally uneventful trip back, as comfortable and meandering as their way there...but, right before they hit the halfway point between dining hall and dormitory, Ryan twitched his head back to look off towards the building they had left, a good distance away, now.

"Say, uh - did you maybe see the men's room in there, on our way in?"

His voice and his cheeks hot, as he asked - not to mention his legs being pressed together a little. He didn't quite seem to realize that, at this point, he was about as safe waiting to make it to the dorm as he was dashing back for the dining hall.

[Quillish]

"Oh...a-alright. We can just go back to the dorm. Yeah."

Ryan's voice was a bit skittish, but a smile was actually slipping onto his face, even as his legs all but crossed with each step. He'd been worried that Noah was going to laugh or tease him, when he asked about the nearest lavatory - so, noting the tell-tale signs, signs he knew all too well, that the other boy was also hoping to hurry in that direction couldn't help but relieve him. Even if he didn't make it...and he wasn't that worried, just yet...maybe he wouldn't be the only one.

"Maybe we should hurry a little more, though," he panted, picking up the pace so that he was even moving a step or two faster than Noah. It wasn't exactly a speed easy on his straining bladder, but at least he wasn't running or anything - that always made him lose it.

"I don't want to have to lend you underwear if yours get wet, I mean."

[Quillish]

"Hmmph!"

Ryan all but stumbled at the little shot from Noah, staring forcefully down at the sidewalk as it whizzed past. ...Well, whizzed probably wasn't the best word, at the moment. In any case, it took him a fair few moments to look back up at Noah, after the remark about his last accident.

"Oh. Uh, yeah! Faster would be, er, great!" He grimaced softly at that, not brave enough to go for the more embarrassing answer, that he wasn't sure he should go faster lest he end up ruining his shorts. Instead, he swung his legs back and forth at a faster pace, jogging hastily, now.

...He really should have said something, though. As it was, he hadn't been going at the new speed for more than a few feet when he felt the first, hot drip of liquid against the crotch of his shorts. He winced and whimpered and hoped that it wouldn't be enough to show, that he'd be able to keep going...but his bladder gave way in earnest a step or two later, and he had to just stop and press his knees tight together, hands against the front of his shorts, as he soaked right down past them, wet streams heading for his socks.

[Quillish]

"...Mmph."

Call it schadenfreude, but glancing over and seeing that Noah had given in, as well, kept Ryan from getting all sniffly as his full bladder finished gushing out into his pants, leaving his shorts, legs, and socks all too wet for him to even believe. He paused, looking off in the distance towards the dormitory, and sighed when he realized that they had only been a few buildings away from it. If he just hadn't decided to speed up, maybe he could have made it to the first floor's bathroom...

But, he realized, standing outside on the sidewalk like this couldn't be the best reaction. He was already pretty sure that he saw eyes gawking at them in the windows of the cars passing right off to their side. Before he knew it, he'd grabbed one of Noah's hands by the wrist and started tugging him back towards the dorm.

"C'mon, let's hurry back and clean up, before we get spotted!"

[Quillish]

And Ryan's heart plummeted when he finally pushed the front door of their form opened and hurried down the hall closest to the stairway up to their room's floor, still dragging Noah along. The little trickle of students unpacking from earlier in the day had, predictably, turned into a flood by now, and he could feel eyes fixing on the two of them as soon as they started past the first dorm rooms. There was just silence, at first, but by the time he'd started scaling the stairs, he could hear little snickers and whispers passing from one new student to the next.

Finally, the worry of being seen by too many students grew to be too much, and he let Noah's arm go, just dashing off down the hall - hoping the other boy would get the hint and follow his lead. After all, running down the halls and accidentally knocking someone over would be a lot better than letting half their class see their sodden clothes. If they only got a passing glimpse, after all, maybe they could say they'd mistakenly walked into the sprinkler system, on one of the lawns.

And, finally, Ryan all but threw himself into his dormitory's bedroom, sighing heavily and waiting for Noah to get inside.

"Shut the door!" he hissed.

[Quillish]

"A lot."

Ryan was already over at his box of clothes, rummaging back through it and tossing out a few things. First there was yet another change of clothes - black pants, this time, and a fresh pair of briefs - and then, after that, a hard, plastic container with a sweet scent about it, a box of baby wipes. They'd actually been brought for an entirely different purpose, cleaning up little spills and messes around the dorm room, but, since they were there, Ryan didn't see any shame in using them for their intended purpose.

With that done, he wandered over to his bed and started pulling his soaked clothes off, wriggling out of his shoes and socks, before pulling his clinging shorts and undies off with evident humilation. Spoiling two pairs of underpants in one day was an impressive feat, even for him, and he couldn't help but feel a bit downtrodden at how quickly his resolution to leave all that behind him had been crushed.

In any case, he modestly faced away from Noah as he started cleaning his wet legs and bottom with his baby wipes and re-dressing himself.

"Uh...do you want to borrow thse, maybe?" he asks, nodding shyly at the container of wipes. "It'll be a lot easier than heading to the bathroom, like that. And you won't, er, smell like pee, all afternoon."

[Quillish]

"Okay, here you go..."

The blue package got tossed over to Noah's bed, lobbed one-handed, while Ryan was pulling his pants up with the other. It wasn't until he'd flopped down on the bed and was busy zipping and buttoning them that he noticed just what his roommate was wearing - both the stained clothes he was standing around in and the dry ones he was getting ready to change into.

He tried not to laugh, really, but he couldn't keep himself from snickering a few times, and, after that, it was totally impossible to hold back a full-blown fit of giggles. Here he'd thought Noah was definitely more mature than him, almost intimidatingly so, and here the boy was standing around in piddled undies with cartoon prints all over the,.

"I....heh..." he managed, between quick breaths, "Didn't realize they (hehe) made those for guys your size."

[Quillish]

"A lot of years, I'd bet. Thoough...you are kind of little. I guess you probably could've bought them when you were like, fifteen, and been just the right size."

It took Ryan some time to calm down and quit snickering, in the process of which he pulled and a folding laundry hamper from his box, undid the snaps on its size, and placed the extended bin into one of the room's two closets. A moment later, he'd tossed his piddled clothes into it, along with his pants from earlier, and migrated towards a dresser, beginning to unload his own outfits. Say what you will about his habits, he didn't appear to have any clothes nearly as childish as Noah's present undies.

"Heh, I didn't peg you for the pants-wetting type, before. But that makes sense with your size, too - I hear littler guys pee the bed and stuff for longer."

[Quillish]

"Well, yeah, but...I'm used to stuff like that. I didn't expect my roommate to do it, though!"

Ryan shrugged and laughed, shrugging his shoulders. The good thing about being old hat about accidents was that, at least around people that knew he had them and couldn't tease him about them, he didn't have to be too embarrassed. Wetting and messing oneself was, at least in private, just something he was used to - though, of course, when anyone else got involved it was a totally different story. He only hoped they hadn't been spotted by too many people on the way in.

"And it's not like we were even stuck somewhere where you didn't have a chance to get to the bathroom. You just...didn't make it. I'd be surprised if it were a one-time thing."

He couldn't help but wink teasingly - he was trying to be good-natured about the whole thing, but being on the calm and amused side of a soggy pair of undies was new to him!