Secrets in A Small Town

2

A few weeks have gone by since Brooke found out. Their relationship didn't change per-say, but got better, stronger. Cade no longer has to hide from Brooke. He isn't exactly comfortable with the thought of her seeing him have an accident, but it is somewhat comforting to know if he did, you know. Brooke actually has taken to asking him if he needs to use the bathroom if they are sitting at lunch or watching a movie, just because she knows Cade pretty. If they are with people, she will make an excuse to get up, as his que to get up and go while the attention is on her. It seems silly, but it works for them.

They are snuggling watching a movie, Cade has already been up twice in the last two hours. He moves her off of his lap and walks to the bathroom. Brooke suddenly feels bad. It must suck, honestly. He is back within 30 seconds.

She turns down the volume.

"Hey, babe." she says, running her fingers through his hair.

He looks at her.

"You said you have like seen doctors about this?" this is the first time she has brought it up at all. She has been studying him.

Cade sighs.

"Every doctor from Aniston to Haverly."

"What do they tell you?"

Cade shrugs.

"That I will outgrow it."

Brooke would be lying if she said she hadn't spent at least four or five nights up googling his symptoms. Everything from under developed bladder, overactive bladder, and nothing sounds like Cade.

Brooke decides to leave it at that. She can tell by the tone of his voice that he isn't comfortable talking about this with her yet. She presses play on the movie.

She notices Cade starting to nod off not too long after. He will let his heavy eyes fall, then jerk himself back awake.

"It's okay." Brooke says stroking his face.

Cade's face twists.

"I will wake you up if you...start to..."

Cade blushes, but nods. Not two minutes later is he passed out. She can't say she blames him. Though he has never said anything, she assumes he is up at least an hour every night, cleaning. That is just one more thing that now makes sense to her. Cade is always tired.

She watches the movie intently. Starting to feel the urge to tip over herself. She looks to Cade then back to the TV screen. She leans her head back and relaxes. She is soon asleep herself. She wakes up an hour later to Cade squirming in his slumber. It takes her a moment to realize what is going on. Her eyes immdietly go to Cade's crotch, which no sooner do her eyes land on does it begin to grow dark. Not thinking, she grabs it, hard. Cade jolts up and screams. His hand flies to his crotch, grabbing her hand in the process. He runs as fast as he can to the bathroom. He is in there for 10 minutes. Brooke sits there, trying to catch her breath. She eventually goes over and knocks on the door.

"Cade, are you okay?"

There is no answer. She pushes the door open. Cade is sitting on the toilet, pants still intact. She can see, even on the dark wash of his jeans they are wet. It is not a lot, enough to soak his crotch where his hand was and streak down his legs about to his knees.

Brooke silently walks into the bathroom and wordlessly pulls his shirt over his head.

Cade looks up to her, as if he tries to say something, but nothing comes out.

"Shhh" she says, putting a finger over his mouth.

She kneels down and slides his jeans off. Cade is wide-eyed glaring at her. He feels so defenseless, her seeing him like this. It's not the first time, but it's the first time like this.

Brooke slides her shirt over her head, followed by her leggings, leaving her in just a bra and panties. She walks over to the shower and turns it on hot. She strolls back over to Cade, kisses him on the mouth, then takes her bra off.

She is surprised he is being so submissive, letting her do this to him.

She gently takes his hand and guides him into the water. He draws in a deep, sharp breath as it hits his back. He bows his head, closed eyes. Brooke cups his head, presses it against her bare chest. They stand like that for a long moment, until Cade moves his hand up his leg, grabbing his crotch.

It is on the very soft side of erect. He squeezes it and his eyes fall closed. One leg turns in.

"Are you okay?"

Cade lifts his head weakly to look up at her.

"I still have to..." He starts to step out of the shower, but Brooke holds his bicep.

"It's okay." She pulls him back in.

Cade looks at her, unsure. He has to go though, and the water running down his body is making it worse.

He winces and closes his eyes again. No sooner does he let go, hand still cupped over his crotch. Piss pools in his hand, rolling down his legs. It doesn't last 10 seconds, though Cade had looked like he had been absolutely dying.

Brooke kisses him on the lips before he can say anything. He is actually grateful for that.

They don't spend much longer in the shower. Cade stays very quiet. Brooke feels a pang of guilt. It's not like she is getting off on this or anything, she just remembers how Cade reacted the first time she saw him. When she stood speechless. She has learned she needs to take control, that Cade needs her to...

It's only after they get out do they realize Cade doesn't have any other clothes here. He sits on the bed, towel around his waist, searching it for any wet marks, though there is not.

"Brooke." Cade says.

"I have some extra pants in my truck, under the seat...could you...?"

Brooke smiles.

"Course, Babe." She pecks him quickly on the mouth, throws on her robe and runs outside. The air is a bitter 45°, on her cold damp skin. She doesn't have to look long, the truck is spotless, she knows the only place Cade keeps anything is behind the backseat.

There is a pair of jeans rolled tight. She can see a hint of light grey fantic peeking out. A pair of boxer briefs. She can't help but grin. Had anyone found them and asked, he probably would have told them they were extras incase he got dirty at work, being a mechanic, it wouldnt be the craziest thing anyone had ever heard. Probably why he was trying to hide the boxers rolled inside of them.

She runs back into the house.

"Here." She says as nonchalontly as possible.

"Thanks"

Brooke looks at her closet.

"Let's go out tonight." She pulls out a dress, holding it up.

Cade just nods, putting on his shirt from earlier with the fresh pants. He gets up and walks down the hallway, to the bathroom. Brooke pulls on her dress, along with a jean jacket. She pulls her tall boots down and zips them up.

She walks into the bathroom to dry her hair, but it's surprisingly vacant.

When she has enough time to blow dry and straighten her hair with no sign of Cade, she goes off looking for him.

It doesn't take long to find him. Her one bedroom one bath house doesn't leave much room to hide.

Cade is fumbling with the washing machine. He doesn't even see her standing there. She watches for a second. His hands are starting to shake, like he is about to panic.

She walks over and takes the slightly damp ball of wet denim from his hands. She turns the washer on with ease, adding soap.

Cade's face is an embarrassing shade of pink. She laughs.

"Men." She says jokingly.

He looks relived and smiles back.

"Where do you want to go?" He asks, as if there was anything more than Applebees in this washed up town.

"Applebees is fine." She says anyway.

"Let's go."