"Why do I have to come in with you?"
I'm holding his hand and leading him towards the single occupancy bathroom.
"Because," I say, pulling the door shut behind us, "I can't trust you to be all alone out there. What if you wander off?"
"I wouldn't wander off," he says. He hangs our backpack up on the hook.
"Then why couldn't I find you 10 minutes ago in the gallery?"
"Because I wanted to see the landscapes in the next room...oh." His words peter out.
He stands awkwardly in the middle of the bathroom, looking all around. He blinks at the bright ceiling lights and shoots a wary glance at the automatic hand dryer.
"Why do you look like you've never seen a bathroom before? I know you don't use them much these days but you did for years before you met me." I unzip my pants.
"I feel weird. What if someone saw us coming in here? What if there's a family or a disabled person who needs this one?"
"There's three of these on this floor, we're fine. Besides, people come into bathrooms with their caregivers all the time." I add the last part just to make him blush.
"You're not my caregiver in that way," he mumbles and rubs the back of his neck.
I sit on the toilet and start peeing immediately. Sometimes it takes me a minute, especially in public, but not today. We had been wandering the galleries all afternoon and my iced tea from lunch was hitting.
My pee hisses and hits the water with a splash. It feels so good. With every second what felt like a tightly coiled string in my abdomen unravels and looses. My stream maintains strength, I had more in me than I thought. I catch him looking at me intensely. His pupils are wide and his tongue does a few traces around his lips.
He's already red from my ribbing, now the deep blush under his freckles is practically radiating off of him. He ducks his head down, but not at his feet. He's staring at his crotch. There's a slight bulge from his diaper, but nothing someone who wasn't looking for it would clock.
"Wow, seeing me pee really got you that excited?" I toss my damp toilet paper then pull my pants and underwear up in one movement. The automatic flush goes off.
When I'm at the sink my back is to him but I can see him in the reflection of the mirror.
"I thought I was getting hard but..."
"I just started peeing. I was turned on watching you pee but I think my body got confused."
When my hands are dry I turn to face him. I need to check him before we leave.
"It seems to do that a lot these days. When everything that comes out goes to the same place it makes sense that the signals aren't so clear anymore."
With his pants at his knees I take my time checking his diaper. He wanted a plain one today, no cute animals or stars or polka dots. The front is swollen, and the once yellow line has faded to a blurry blue. I run a finger along the crease where the elastics meet his inner thighs. Not waterlogged at all. When I push on his hips to get him to turn around I can tell there's plenty of room in the back. We can spare the fuss of a public bathroom change.
"How're the tapes? I know they can get weird from walking around a lot."
He shimmies his hips and thinks for a moment.
"Uhm, I guess they could use a little adjustment."
I grab the baby powder from the backpack and he holds his t-shirt above his belly button so I can adjust the tapes, one set at a time. Thankfully this diaper has the velcro style ones so I can easily tweak them. While the top tapes are undone I shake a couple dashes of baby powder down the front. A mini cloud poofs up then drifts down to dust his pubic hair and penis. I can see it twitch and swell ever so slightly.
"Turned on again? Or gonna pee?" I quickly press the front of the diaper close to him to avoid any untimely sprays.
He just shrugs then shakes his head.
I wash my hands again and make him do it too, just out of principle.
"Ok, well, you're all set. Do you want to go to the gift shop?"
His face brightens, "Really? Even though I wandered?"
"You were still mostly good. You can get something small. No more coffee table books though, we have like 100 already and they're so expensive. Maybe a pin or a magnet."
He nods his head and we slip out of the bathroom. Before the door shuts behind us I slip one hand into his and use the other to give his bottom a little pat. Then, we make our way to the gift shop at the front of the museum.
