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This story was written for Reiven as part of my themed patreon request day for February 2018. This month's theme was "Running out of time", and the story contains M/M sex and watersports involving consenting adults. :3

Out of Time

Robin could feel his rock hard cock throbbing inside his jeans, the jackalope trembling as every fibre of his being remained focused upon the clock hanging at the front of the lecture hall. Eleven minutes. There were eleven minutes left till class was over and he was free. He could make it. He had to make it. His cock strained again, tugging and stimulating itself against the tightly stretched fabric of his denim trousers. He let loose a long, ragged breath, and glanced around at the other students taking notes and generally focused upon the professor delivering their class. He wanted to pay attention too. He wanted to focus, but he simply couldn't. Not after what Matty had made him do. Not with how overwhelmed he was by what he was feeling. So horny. So worked up. So desperate, on the very edge of losing control with each passing second. Robin simply couldn't focus on what his lecturer had to say today, quite simply because right now he had far more important matters upon which to focus.

Ten minutes and thirty five seconds remained.

Oh god. Oh come on. How could it be possible that only twenty five seconds had passed since the last time he looked?! Was the clock broken? Was time playing tricks on him? Or... fuck, had it really only been less than half a minute? And, if so, how the hell was he meant to keep on going? How the hell was he meant to last another ten and a half minutes when he was so out of control already, so overwhelmed by his need to urinate, to empty his over-filled and un-released bladder which for some now unfathomable reason he had let himself be talked into dealing with through all three of his morning classes by his boyfriend. He was so desperate. His bladder had been aching and pleading to go for more than two hours already, but now it was getting serious. It was getting to the point where as much as his desperate need to go was turning him on, Robin was all too aware of the fact that if anything jolted his concentration, if anything whatsoever made him divert even a fraction of his focus away from keeping his bladder on lockdown, he was going to have big problem right here in the middle of class, surrounded by hundreds of his peers.

He looked at the clock again. Nine minutes and fifty seconds.

"Oh come on!"

The jackalope groaned under his breath. Or at least, what he had thought was under his breath.

"Yes, Robin? Do you have a different view of how Kant's central tenets can be interpreted by the layperson philosopher?"

His eyes widened, and his gaze focused on a spot several feet down from the clock, where the jackalope's intro to philosophy professor was standing with an eyebrow raised and textbook in hand. Robin panicked, and for a split-second his mind switched totally into academic mode. He tried to remember who the hell Kant was, and what his philosophies had been. He tried to remember what the accepted view of Kant's philosophical opinions boiled down to, and tried to consider any alternate opinions that might even make a shred of sense to his professor, even if deeply flawed and coming from a student totally new to this area of study.

Instead however, a mere split-second after his thought had changed focus, something else occupied the entirety of the jackalope's awareness.

A heat. An intense heat suddenly spreading over his crotch. And a sense of... god, it felt so good, yet it wasn't pleasure in the traditional sense. His cock was still rock hard, but it was also...

His eyes widened. He shuddered. He groaned, and he realised what was happening.

Robin cleared his throat, sat up straight, and tried to think of an answer to his professor's question as he prayed that no-one noticed he was wetting himself right there in class. His eyes darted up to the clock once more as he did so.

Eight minutes to go.

Oh god.

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"Oh god... I'm so sorry..."

Matty might have been genuinely sorry, but it didn't stop the deer from giggling as he knelt by the bathtub almost an hour later, Robin lying down amidst a cloud of lush soap bubbles with only his head and arms visible, hands currently placed over his face as he explained to his boyfriend what had happened.

"But, I can't believe you actually took it that far. Why didn't you just excuse yourself? Why didn't you go use the restroom?"

Robin lowered his hands, glared at Matty, and swiped a hand across the bubbles covering him, throwing a palmful of them at the lithe stag with a whimper of embarrassment.

"B-because... because I liked it. The feeling of being so desperate, so close to losing control... it made me just as horny as you thought it would."

The deer said nothing for a few moments, blushing and giggling before reaching down to where the bubbles had come to rest upon the front of his shirt, and beginning to unbutton the now dampened piece of attire. He rose back to his feet, casting aside his shirt amidst the pile of Robin's own clean clothes, his jeans and underwear already in the dorm building's laundry room on an intense spin-cycle. His trousers soon joined the shirt, and his boxer-briefs after it.

"Shove over."

He murmured, not waiting for Robin to oblige before stepping up over the edge of the tub and down into it, sliding into position directly behind Robin and wrapping his legs around the jackalope's warm, wet body.

"Are you okay? Seriously, though?"

He cuddled the jackalope from behind, and kissed at the back of his neck gently. Robin sighed, and shrugged.

"I dunno. I mean... it was humiliating. They knew. My professor definitely did, and the people sitting around me. But, the way it made me feel..."

He shuddered against Matty, and gasped as he felt the deer's left hand leaving the gentle embrace around his midriff, falling further south into the cloud of bubbles. It wasn't long before he felt that same hand close around his erection, and he heard the deer give another warm giggle. He was still hard. Still rock hard. He hadn't been soft for a single minute, in truth, since all of this had happened. He hadn't been soft because he hadn't stopped thinking about it, and embarrassing, as mortifying an experience as it had been for him, a grown man to wet himself in public, Robin couldn't help but feel incredibly turned on by every aspect of the experience too.

Gasping, shivering and bucking gently against the deer's touch, Robin turned his head and tried to look back at his boyfriend seated directly behind him. He felt Matty's hand start to slide up and down his straining cock, and felt lips upon his cheek, upon the side of his muzzle before he could even begin to form words to try and explain exactly how it was the case that he was humiliated, and yet enjoying that shameful feeling.

"It's okay. You don't need to explain it. The truth? All that matters, is right here."

Matty whispered into the jackalope's ears, squeezing his cock and making Robin moan audibly.

"And... next time? If you wanna get all worked up, if you want a reason for me to dare you to not piss until you just can't hold it any more, but you don't wanna be quite so embarrassed about it?"

Robin squirmed slightly, the blush spreading over his face now one of excitement rather than embarrassment as he felt the deer's own cock beginning to stiffen behind him, pressing against his lower back and the base of his tail as it throbbed and grew harder and harder. He nibbled on his bottom lip, and moaned louder, louder as Matty kept on stroking his cock, and teasing him with his words all the while.

"Then maybe we'll wait for the weekend. Stay up late drinking soda and cuddling. And then, when you just can't hold it any more, we can slip into the shower... or the tub... and you can let it all out with me right there. My hands running all over your pants as they soak with your hot piss, and my own cock throbbing as maybe, just maybe, I let my own bladder empty itself over you, too."

Robin's eyes bulged. A strangled yelp escaped the jackalope, and Matty giggled as from the mass of foam still covering the majority of Robin's body several spurts of hot cum burst up and out into the air, only to fall back down in thick strands into the warm, soapy water below.

"Naughty jackalope..."

Matty moaned as he stroked and squeezed Robin through that intense, shockingly sudden orgasmic peak.

"Kinky jackalope..."

He giggled as Robin bucked and whimpered and cried out over and over again, consumed by lust at the idea now firmly implanted in his mind.

"My jackalope..."

Matty whispered, kissing Robin on the back of his neck, and beginning to grind his own rock hard cock against his boyfriend's taut, trembling buttocks.

By Jeeves

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