Liam squirmed in his seat. At first the movements were small and infrequent, some nervous tapping, a leg jiggle. It became more and more like a dance until he was noticed across the aisle.
	"You okay?" Desmond asked. 
	Liam half said something through gritted teeth under his breath.
	Desmond looked at the driver's rearview mirror and timed a daring seat move when she wasn't looking, leaving his backpack behind. Desmond landed softly next to his cat buddy and again checked the rearview mirror. He had not been caught changing seats while the bus was moving.
	"What's up, man?" Desmond pressed.
	Liam was thankful for the company, but knew that he'd have to out and say it.
	"I, uh. I kind of have to pee.....real bad." He thought that the tabby looking at him would laugh hard and cause an uproar, alerting others to the situation, but that didn't happen. Most of the other passengers were listening to music or texting, one was reading a book, but they were all bored and waiting to be dropped off at home.
	After that awkward moment passed, Desmond guessed the situation, "its no laughing matter. And you have what, eight more stops before you get off?"
	The prussian blue whined a little. His tail twitched in agitation as he kept up his need to dance.
	"Okay." Desmond said. He then started hyping himself or Liam up. Neither of them could tell. "You got this. Can make this work. Here goes."
	The tabby slid down the seat until his knees were on the floor. He carefully turned around. The floor of the bus was as sticky and crummy and nasty as any other bus. It was probably dried soda and decimated grape jam and mashed crackers. But now wasn't the time to be thinking about that. Desmond grabbed Liam's left leg and tried using body language to indicate intent. The prussian blue was oblivious, he was using his entire being to keep from embarrassing himself on the bus; if he failed, he'd hear about it for the rest of his life.
	"Liam. Little help? Get me between your legs."
	Liam complied. He wasn't thinking. It wasn't just today he was trying not to ruin. It was the rest of the year he was trying to save. It was the rest of middleschool. It was the rest of high school. It was a very heavy burden. He was enduring, but it was costing him his ability to reason.
	When Desmond undid the belt, there was no red flag. Liam just knew that the tabby had a plan. When the pants were unbuttoned and carefully, silently unzipped, there was no questioning. Liam didn't know what Desmond was going to do, some magic trick, some kind of secret nerve press to instantly make it not feel so full. Liam was still hoping this when tabby paws got into his underwear and worked his little dick out into the open.
	"Gonna have to trust me buddy," Desmond mutter and threw his head down onto the prussian blue's crotch, and wrapped his lips around the other cat's member.
	It was a different kind of warmth than contained body. It felt cozy, but it was also wet and primal. Liam could not help but release.
	Desmond half sputtered, like holding back a slight laugh at a joke that wasn't really that funny but was just well timed. He quickly, very quickly, was chugging Liam's urine. None escaped. The two cats, one drinking, one relieved and being drunk from, relaxing back, endured the moment. To them both the thirty or so seconds seemed to last much longer. 
	Once the stream stopped the second time, the tabby let the penis out of his mouth. He had a look on his face like he was about to cough. It was somewhere between a sneer and utter digust and pride. 
	"You'll," he paused as he worked himself back upright into the seat. 
	"You'll have to take care of that," he indicated the cock poking out of underwear and undone pants. "I-"
	It seemed the disgust part was beginning to dominate, "I can't right now."
	Desmond forced a smile, but didn't look at Liam for the rest of the stops.