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This vignette was written for an anonymous patreon as part of my Patreon request days for March 2019. It contains M/M sex and watersports between consenting adults. :3

Shared Interests

All night, Lewis and Remy had been looking for an excuse to talk to one another. The two otters had never met before, but thanks to mutual friends they had ended up in the same bar on the same night, sitting at opposite ends of a larger table and trying not to let the other man catch them staring at one another while their half dozen or so companions chatted with one another and with them individually, but at no point gave them any opportunity to interact on a more personal level. All they needed was one thing. All either man needed was to overhear one of their friends talking to the other otter about one thing which they seemed interested in and which that otter themselves felt even the slightest bit curious or eager about. One shared interest would be all it took to give them a reason to talk to one another, and from there... well, at least then they'd know whether they had a snowball's chance in hell with the other man, rather than just sitting there, sipping on their respective drinks and growing more and more tipsy and lost in fantasies of potential love and passion with each passing minute.

Hours passed, and not a single chance arose. Had either man been simply confident enough to walk over to the other and say hi, this would have been an absolute non-issue. They didn't need an ice-breaker. They were both adults and more than capable of simply walking up to another person, introducing themselves through their mutual friend and saying they'd like to get to know the other otter better. But, that was only true in theory. Neither Lewis or Remy were the most outgoing or extroverted of people, and the idea of just shoving themselves into the other man's face without any real reasoning beyond their own selfish desire to try and forge some relationship with the absolute cutie sitting across from them was beyond terrifying for them both. Thus they just continued to sit and talk with their other friends, listening intently to the other otter's conversation more than their own and longing, pleading for a reason to talk as they sipped on drink after drink in a vain attempt to keep their social anxieties under control. In fact, they did so for so long that before Lewis knew it, he was rather drunk, and rather desperately in need of a trip to the restroom to relieve his cider-swollen bladder. He blinked across the table, not quite sure how long it had been since he'd zoned out in his tipsy haze, and pouted slightly as he saw an empty chair where Remy had been. Slumping slightly in his own seat as he realised he'd probably missed his chance, Lewis lingered there in sorrow for a few seconds longer before dragging himself to his feet, murmuring a drunken_be right back_ to the person sitting next to him, and shuffled off towards the bathroom.

The restroom door was just swinging shut as Lewis approached it, but of course in his inebriated state he had no awareness whatsoever of who had passed through it just before him. He padded the remaining few metres to the doorway, and pushed through it himself. His hand was already reaching for his belt even as he rounded the corner of the restroom's tiled interior and banked towards the urinals, but he froze, the pads of his feet squeaking on the tile floor when he saw the figure standing at one of the urinals, just beginning to rather uncoordinatedly, drunkenly fumble with his own trousers when he heard the sound and looked up, eyes hazy with drunkenness of his own and a bashful smile already resting on his cheeks even before he saw Lewis staring at him.

The two otters blinked. Their faces burned scarlet, and they suddenly became very acutely aware of the proximity of their own hands to their crotches, though neither man made an effort to move them in that moment. The tension built. It flew miles up into the sky, pressure building, heat rising like a rocket trying to break orbit. But before it could explode and rain chunks of simile-coated embarrassment down upon the bathroom floor, Remy somehow found the strength within his own tipsiness to pierce that tension, and shatter it into a thousand pieces as they finally spoke to one another.

"Pull up a urinal."

He murmured, his face burning hot and the desire to smash his head into the tile wall in front of him for saying something so dumb and inappropriate rising rapidly right up until the moment when to his amazement and relief, Lewis snorted with laughter, grinned, and did just that. They stood side by side with only a small bulbous mound of protruding plastic emerging just a few inches from the wall to mark a line separating their urinals from one another, and blushed, and grinned at each other as they blindly fished out their cocks, too drunk and too in need of their mutually impending piss to consider how strange it must have been for the other man to see them making eye contact during a moment like this, but not for a moment asking themselves why if that was the case the other otter was doing so just like them.

"H-hi, I'm Remy."

Remy murmured as he tugged his cock out through the open fly of his jeans, squirming to comfortably tuck his boxer-briefs under his cock in a way that didn't stifle his impending flow.

"I'm Lewis, a-and... yeah, I know. I've been meaning to say hi all night."

Lewis murmured back, unbuckling his belt, unfastening the top two buttons of his own fly-less black jeans and teasing out his own cock and balls all at once. He saw Remy's face flush hotter beneath his fur, but rather than asking himself why just spent a few moments marvelling at just how cute and attractive the other otter truly was; far more so than his secretly stolen glances from across the table had already betrayed. Before Remy could say anything else in response, and before Lewis himself could add anything more though, a gentle sound rang out from between them. A slight hissing, flowing sound, and the drumming of liquid against porcelain. Both men's cheeks flushed, and their eyes darted downward for just a fraction of a second, not just towards their own urinals, their own cocks as they began to simultaneously urinate right there and then, but also helplessly glancing towards one another, only to find themselves blocked by that bulbous outcropping of white plastic.

"Oohhfuck..."

Remy gasped softly, most in humiliation and frustration at himself for even trying to look at the other man's cock in that moment, for surrendering so swiftly to his fetish in front of this man to whom he had only just managed to introduce himself. There was another level to that gasp though as he heard the drumming intensity of both his and the other man's pissing getting stronger. A note of excitement. Of desire. Of uncontrollable longing as he heard the other man's bladder unleashing itself barely a couple of feet away from his own. And as Lewis responded to that gasp not in anger, confusion or humiliation of his own, Remy's heart lurched as he heard the other drunken otter say possibly the last thing that he could ever have expected in that moment.

"Feels fucking amazing, doesn't it? Mnh... l-letting go after... ahh, after holding it all night..."

Lewis' eyes bulged in horror as his voice trailed off and he realised what he had just asked the other otter, what he had said in response to a sound which instinctively had seemed like it was erotic to him, but now that he thought about it with even a modicum of common sense must surely have been born of simple relief. Just the contentment of a man who had been drinking all night finally letting go, and most definitely not something Remy wanted to have attention drawn to, or to be commented upon.

Except... maybe he did? Because, Remy didn't freak out. He didn't call Lewis a freak or punch him in the face right there and then. He just stared at the other otter as Lewis stared shamefully, helplessly at him, and whimpered softly, happily as he nodded in joyous agreement.

"God yes. I... I don't get drunk much, but... ohh, pissing when you're drunk, it's... it's so..."

Remy let the comment hang there, too afraid even in his drunkenness and the intense relief and excitement born of letting his bladder go to commit so fully and completely to giving away his secret, his personal and private desires to this other man he had only just started speaking to barely a minute ago. To his wonder though, and indeed the other otter's own shock, Lewis found the strength or perhaps the simple drunken recklessness to take that chance, and bypass all the barriers and inhibitions which would normally have kept his secret, _their_secret safe and private.

"...hot."

The two otters froze. The sound of their piss hitting the backs of the urinals trailed off into silence as in their shock and wonder they both tensed up and held back the remainder of their flow, panting and shuddering at the effort it took to do so but unable in that moment to do anything else. Their eyes bored deep into one another's own, searching for any shred of falsehood, any sign that they were being played, drawn out to be mocked and jeered and ruined by the truth of their secret fetish, which for the most part they kept solely to themselves aside from a few encounters with either very close friends made online over that specific shared interest, or total random strangers in times past. They stared, and blushed, and trembled as it grew harder and harder to hold back, both with regard to their still desperately and mostly full bladders and the truth which had been set loose between them. It built and built until it was too much to bear, and only the did Lewis whisper one frantic, pleading word more.

One word, that from that day forth would change both Lewis and Remy's lives, so much for the better.

"Please."

He murmured softly, desperately to the other otter, only to gasp, to grunt and whimper in overwhelmed elation when a moment later Remy took a shuffling half-step backwards... just far enough for Lewis to see his thick, plumped up, half-hard cock expose itself to him, and just far enough for Remy to reach out with relative ease as Lewis took the same step back, expose his own semi-stiff, thinner but longer cock, and have Remy wrap his fingertips around its length while he shakily, hurriedly did the same to the other otter.

"Oohhhgod..."

Remy moaned breathlessly as he felt Lewis' shaft twitch, and felt the other man's urine begin to flow once again as he held the cock producing it within his tender, adoring grasp.

"Fuck. F-fuck yes..."

Lewis whimpered back at him as he felt the same thing. The swell, the quiver, the release and the flow from the cock within his grasp.

A moment later, as they pissed and fondled one another's cocks while they did so; as their fingers inched forward until they were rubbing at the sensitive heads of one another's shafts, and allowing their very fingertips to tease their way ever so slightly into the once more uncorked, now relentless flow of the other man's piss, their heads bumped together. Foreheads, noses, then finally lips. They moaned as they kissed one another. They gasped and groaned into one another's open maws as they revelled in the unabashed excitement of their shared and most secretive indulgence until there came a moment when they were getting so worked up within their drunken stupor that they could scarcely contain the urge to turn their bodies fully towards one another, and simply begin to piss all over the straining, gushing cock of the other otter currently resting within their grasp.

No more words were necessary to explain to one another what they were feeling or why. This man, this incredible otter before each of them didn't need to have it excused or explained to them, because they so obviously both already knew precisely what the other was going through. The rush of embarrassed glee. The surrendering of control. The deep, intense and primal knowledge that they were violating a taboo and loving ever last second of it. All it took was looking at the other man's face, feeling his cock quiver and twitch even as the flow of his urine continued, and of course feeling the other otter's own fingers on their cocks, purposefully teasing and passing their way through that stream to feel it, to indulge in it right now despite it being so incredibly risky to do so... but with an unspoken yet certain promise to every touch that when they were granted the opportunity, they would happily permit far more than just fingertips to be soaked by their new companion's most potent and unceasing flow.

It was less than a minute overall before both their bladders were empty, but even when both men's flow had trailed off to the point where they couldn't hit the urinal bowls before them any more, the residual droplets of their piss splashing down side by side to the tile floor below, their hands remained upon one another's cocks. Their breathing quickened, and they moaned, glancing towards the corner of the bathroom around which its doorway rested shut for the time being as in unison they felt the other otter's cock swelling, rapidly hardening the rest of the way to full arousal within their continued grasp.

Neither one of them had ever done this before. That is to say, definitely not in a public space like this, and not without planning and foreknowledge that it was going to happen regardless of the privacy of the location. But, whether due to their mutual inebriation or simply the overwhelming extreme to which they were both turned on in that moment, they couldn't bring themselves to stop. They couldn't help but convince themselves and one another that they could separate swiftly enough to avoid suspicion if the door did open, before anyone rounded the corner to a point where they could actually see them.

Thus, it wasn't long before hands began to move upon swollen, now urgently throbbing cocks.

It wasn't more than thirty seconds before Lewis moaned as a dribble of Remy's pre-cum trickled down over his fingertips; fingertips still damp with urine and quivering with his own lustful excitement. Barely another ten passed after that before Remy tightened his grip, moving from stroking to pumping upon Lewis' gorgeous and now desperately, joyously straining, rock hard cock. Still within that first minute of shared masturbatory bliss though, Remy shuddered, felt himself bucking into Lewis' grip as the other otter reaffirmed his hold and began to squeeze and stroke Remy more firmly in turn, and gasped to Lewis in urgent, shameless lust.

"Too hot. This is too f-f-aahh... fucking hot. I'm gonna cum."

His cheeks flushed as he heard the other otter giggle, but to Remy's delight he wasn't being teased or mocked for his swiftly approaching orgasm.

"Oh, thank god... mnhh... me too. This is so fucking hot, I... I can't hold back. I don't want to hold back.

Lewis moaned feverishly to the man standing beside him, and whimpered as once again their lips met in a wild, hungry, drunkenly sloppy smooch.

"Then don't, and... I won't either."

Remy gasped, pumping faster, squeezing harder, feeling Lewis' cock leaping and straining so delicious hard and needy within his grip.

The otters whimpered. They grunted. They shuddered. They giggled in tipsily overwhelmed disbelief that this was really happening as they sailed towards sweet, perfect rapture with the man to whom just ten minutes ago they had been too nervous and ashamed to speak a single word. And of course, it was at that precise moment when they heard the bathroom's outer door creak open, and the noise of the bar beyond let them know that they were most definitely not alone.

Shuffling, releasing one another's cocks in an instant, the two otters' eyes bulged as they stepped forward into the alcoves of their individual urinals once again.

They heard the third figure shuffling, staggering with a drunken gait to surpass even their own, and watched out of the corners of their eyes as he staggered towards them... then passed them to a cubicle. The door slammed. The bolt slid across. They heard the jangling of a belt beginning to unfasten itself, but in that moment they were too busy looking back at one another in awed wonder to do more than listen. Staring into each other's eyes with renewed and mind-bending excitement as they realised what they had just gotten away with, and realised in that moment, though it was a fresh revelation to each otter in his own right as well as one they shared together, that watersports wasn't the only interest the two of them shared.

Knowing that other man was still right there, and that they could be interrupted and caught again at any given moment, Lewis and Remy stepped simultaneously back from their urinals. Back far enough to show one another their rigid, dripping cocks with their own hands now wrapped around them in all their glory. They turned to one another, face to face, cock to cock, tip to tip, and rubbed their rigid erections together as they began to masturbate themselves hungrily, shamelessly anew. Only when their eyes rolled back and they whimpered softly over the sound of the stranger in the cubicle starting to loudly piss into the toilet's water filled bowl close by however did they turn back to the urinals again, just in time for the first thick, hot ribbons of their cum to launch forth in unison. Just in time to save one another's shirts and jeans, much as they wanted to see them stained with cum and piss alike, from the copious streaks of their cum which followed alongside such earth-shattering excitement as neither otter had ever known before.

Neither Lewis nor Remy had even known a thrill, a rush, nor a satisfaction like the one which infused them as they thought of what they had shared right here and now, and what they were still sharing as they peered down at one another's throbbing, spurting cocks and up at the other otter's flushed, joyously eager face. But what they did know for sure in that moment, and what they would continue to know with every passing moment as they tucked themselves away, emerged from the restroom hand in hand and bolted for the exit without saying goodnight to their friends, was that they would know and share that feeling with one another again.

They had to.

Again, and again, and again.

By Jeeves

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