The van trundled out of the station, hot, dark, and stuffy after the biting cold outside. Arthur and his partner Digitalis had arrived there at half-past ten at night, more than four hours late due to the cold weather. Arthur's brother Fox and Fox's partner Caspia met them in a covered loading area outside, driving up in a snow-dusted oversized van.
Arthur climbed in the passenger side and immediately set his bag on his lap: he'd had a lot of coffee that morning and had been desperate to pee for the last few hours. Sitting down made holding it easier, but also made it possible to cover the persistent erection he'd been hiding by setting his backpack on his lap. It had become almost painful on the transport, and Arthur was starting to wish he'd just wet himself on the seat. Arthur let himself get lost in the logistics of how absorbent public transport seats were in a last-ditch attempt to distract himself until he could get to his brother's house, where he and Digitalis would be staying during their visit.
In the front, Caspia started talking; Arthur rested his head on his backpack. Not wetting his pants was taking most of his concentration, and it was dark enough that he could just keep his head down and pretend to be asleep. Meanwhile, he carefully rubbed at the erection keeping him from flooding his pants.
Next to Arthur, Digitalis replied to Caspia, who asked him about what music they listened to. Though it wasn't as cramped in the back seat as the delayed transport had been, Arthur and Digitalis's wings were still pushed up against each other. Digitalis's wings were colored like a bluejay's, his wavy blue hair was neatly combed, and he seemed a bit paler than usual. Digitalis's most striking features - besides his muscular build and nice ass - were his pupilless amber eyes, equal parts eerie and endearing. At the moment, those eyes were darting around furtively.
As Arthur watched, Digitalis slowly removed an empty water bottle from the side pocket of his duffel bag. With one hand he raised the front of his long black coat, and with the other he carefully positioned his bag, angling it on his lap so that it blocked the view from the front seat. It also slightly blocked Arthur's view, so he shifted sideways a bit. Arthur felt a restless throb below his belt as Digitalis gripped the cap, twisted, and jumped when the plastic crinkled a little. Arthur thought it was cute and allowed himself to smile instead of giggling: he knew what Digitalis was doing and didn't want to attract Fox's and Caspia's attention.
From the front, Caspia asked Digitalis something about Pirate Metal. Digitalis pulled back the waistband of his pants. His small, circumcised dick popped out and a small squirt of urine soaked into his crotch before he got it under control. Arthur's bad wing flinched against his seat when Digitalis's piss started filling the small bottle.
Digitalis relaxed for a few seconds, and the warm throbbing in Arthur's jeans pounded faster. The bottle filled quickly, and Digitalis started to panic a little as Caspia started talking again. Arthur's erection pressed urgently up against the bottom of his backpack. His hips started moving on their own, grinding against his backpack. A drop of hot precum bubbled out of him and he gave a small moan, drowned out entirely by the Pirate Metal singer booming out a chorus over the radio speakers.
Just when it seemed like the bottle was about to overflow, Digitalis somehow managed to stop. He hurriedly capped the bottle as he sat up and smoothly put the bottle back, trying to speak casually as he took something Caspia handed to him. He left his dick out behind his bag, lazily swelling.
Arthur squirmed in his seat. He hadn't thought much of the pee boner he'd gotten on the transport, and now he was breathing heavily and almost humping his backpack. Before he knew it, he was teetering on the brink of orgasm. Arthur had just resigned himself to shooting in his pants and soaking the seat when-
"Bear?"
The orgasm coming at Arthur like a train lost all momentum and leveled off. It left him panting with a steady, frustrated throb in his jeans. The words "Late Night Ramen" stung his eyes for a long moment before he realized that it was a menu on Caspia's phone. Arthur picked his order and went back to pretending he was asleep after passing the phone back to Digitalis.
When the van arrived at his brother's home, Digitalis took Arthur's backpack and carried it inside for him. Arthur loved that Digitalis was such a gentleman, but it left him with nothing to hide the awkward bulge in his pants except the hope that no one would notice it in the dark outside.
Arthur opened his eyes. The bedroom around him was freezing, and his bad wing ached. He lay in bed next to Digitalis, who'd curled up on his side with his fluffed-out wings pulled tightly around him. There was a digital alarm clock on the bed table behind Digitalis; it was 2:24 AM. Arthur tried to go back to sleep and ignore the cold, but quickly found that he couldn't. His bladder was uncomfortably full too, and he knew he couldn't neglect that for long.
Arthur's wing joints were stiff, seeming to creak when he sat up. He never wore a shirt to bed, and regretted it when the blankets fell and the chilly air hit his bare skin. His dark, curly hair was loosely braided, and his jet black feathers were dull and flattened.
"What's up, Bear?" yawned Digitalis.
Arthur couldn't help yawning back: "I'm not comfortable. I'm cold."
"I did turn up the thermostat. It shouldn't be this cold in here," Digitalis agreed, sitting up. He wore a set of black silk pajamas, which Arthur had never seen before and assumed were new. They fit his athletic physique well, looking almost like a formal outfit.
A wave of heat washed over them when Arthur opened the door. "Oh, that explains a few things," sighed Digitalis. Arthur wanted to stand in the hall and soak in the heat, but it made him need to pee even more. He hurried to the bathroom, followed closely by Digitalis.
"You need to pee too?" said Digitalis.
