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The worst dick pic of all time

[rosarianoath]

The picture comes through with no preamble, no fanfare, no warning. It’s just there, a message notification and an image. The camera points down at a penis at half mast, and the angle is such that it looks like it is sprouting, disembodied, from an anemone of dark pubic hair. The flash is on, the skin blown out, the background almost dark enough to hide the top of a bare foot. Maybe it’s a kitchen, maybe a bathroom? Maybe that’s a shirt discarded on the floor. There’s nothing really going on, but it’s all a little much.

No comment follows. That’s it.

[noburden]

Jill is sitting on a patio, sipping a hot latte. She's chatting with Dion, her phone face down on the table. When Dion excuses himself to the restroom, her phone buzzes. As she takes a sip of her drink, she picks up her phone, swiping, expecting to see a text from Clive. Perhaps he's asking when she'll be home, or if she'll grab something from the store, or maybe he forgot she rearranged the pantry and can't find his snacks. Instead, it's a picture.

Skin? Jill squints for half a moment, trying to register what she's looking at. Clive. Clive's...?

Clive's cock! The suddenly clarity is like ice water on the back of her neck, and she gasps, sucking up foam that goes down the wrong pipe, a trembling hand hurriedly trying to stuff her phone into her coat pocket because she is surrounded by people and that was a terribly unflattering picture of a very nice cock.

By the time Dion returns, Jill's dabbing at the frothed milk she's spilled on herself, face red. He kindly assures her it's just a little spill and hardly shows. For another half hour, Jill tries to pay attention to her friend and not think about what she saw, but she can see it every time she closes her eyes.

Jill doesn't respond by text. She can't. Dion sees her home, and she steps in through the front door and glances to the kitchen. Did he take it there? She can't even tell.

"Clive? Are you upstairs?"

[rosarianoath]

He is upstairs, and at the sound of her key in the door he sets aside his book and gets to his feet. He is wearing sweat pants. That feels like a poor choice, in retrospect, but it’s too late to change.

He goes to the top of the stairs, where he can look down at her with mounting apprehension. She hadn’t replied. She’d hated it, surely.

Clive doesn’t know what to say. He just looks down at her, hesitating.

[noburden]

She's not sure what to say, either. The thought was... well, surely he sent it elicit a reaction. It sure did. All this time and he's never once sent her a dick pic. The man barely can take a good picture of anything, she realizes, so trying to wrangle himself must have been difficult.

Jill looks up at him and can read him like a book. Oh, Clive. He thinks he's done something wrong.

She hurries up the stairs so she doesn't have to say anything too loudly, should Joshua be near.

"You're trouble," she tells him, serious for all of a second before smiling. His heart's in the right place. The execution can be worked on.

[rosarianoath]

He’s tense as she approaches, not sure just how disturbed she is about his mistake, but her smile breaks him with relief. His shoulders drop, and he cautiously puts his arms out to take her into them.

“You liked it?”

He dares hope, just a little.

[noburden]

Did she like it? The thought, surely. The image itself left much to be desired, but she supposes it has its own charm. Jill can't tell him that, of course. She wouldn't want to discourage him.

She hugs him tightly, cheek against his shoulder.

"I did. It was quite the surprise," she says, pulling back just enough to look at him. "I didn't expect that today."

[rosarianoath]

Relief and pride. He settles his arms around her, immediately content to look at her in the eye.

“I didn’t either,” he says, “but I saw a man at the bar send one, and I thought, perhaps…”

[noburden]

It was a terrible picture but she'll take that to the grave. He's learning. Jill smiles at him fondly.

"I'll have to return the favor sometime," she says. With proper lighting. No flash. Maybe he'll aspire to do better.

[rosarianoath]

“I would be on my way home in a heartbeat,” he says, leaning in to kiss her briefly. He did it! Successful!

[noburden]

She leans up on her toes to return the kiss. He's sweet.

"I admit I did hurry home," she tells him. Because she felt somehow Dion would Know what lives on her phone.

[rosarianoath]

“Really?” he says, hands drifting down to her hips, the tip of his nose running along the bridge of hers. “I hope I didn’t spoil your afternoon.”

[noburden]

"Never. You're my favorite," she whispers. "And I like seeing you try new things. You get to discover nothing bad comes of it."

The picture did his dick no favors, but she appreciates him trying.

[rosarianoath]

He nods, a twinge sheepish — how little he knows, how afraid he still is —- but it’s warming to feel her affections.

“So you’d be happy, then, if I sent one again?”

[noburden]

A hand rubs at the small of his back, soothing. All this time and he worries still.

"I would." Now is her chance for some gentle guidance. She gives him a brief kiss. "Perhaps without the flash, next time?"

[rosarianoath]

He gives her a mildly puzzled look as the kiss breaks off.

“The what?” he asks, earnestly.

[noburden]

"The... light. The one that flashes when you take the picture. It's meant for the dark," she says kindly, still rubbing his back. "It washes away some of the finer details."

His cock was just one bright, fleshy length. Sad.

[rosarianoath]

“Oh,” he says. “I thought you could see it better that way.”

He shifts slightly, pulling her with him a step further down the hall, away from the stairs.

[noburden]

Does he not intently stare and examine his own pictures? Strange. Maybe only she does it. Jill steps with him, remaining close.

"May I show you?"

[rosarianoath]

“Of course,” he says, and he gently manoeuvres her against the wall so he can kiss her again, his body against hers, the rapidly hardening stripe of his cock pressed against her lower belly.

[noburden]

She smiles, glad to be trapped, and glad to be wanted. He's nearly perfect in so many ways. He can be taught how to take better dick pics. She believes in him.

"I want an entire collection of pictures of you," she says after a kiss. "You're very handsome. Every part of you."

[rosarianoath]

“I thought it was boring to sit for paintings, as a boy,” he murmurs, smiling as he leans his forehead to hers. “For you, I could be very patient.”

[noburden]

"You're very obedient for me," Jill says, nuzzling her nose against his with a happy hum. Her hands are less innocent, pulling at his waistband, fingers slipping in to touch warm skin along the line of his hip. "I don't doubt it."

[rosarianoath]

He groans under his breath, eyes half-lidded as he looks at her, feels her touch. He presses himself against her.

“I’ll be so patient. I’ll do whatever you ask.”

[noburden]

She smiles with a cant of her head. Oh, she knows.

"Oh? Then tell me what you were thinking of, when you were taking that picture for me."

Her slender fingers gently wrap around the subject of said picture. Jill tries not to think of how she almost died opening that picture in public.

[rosarianoath]

Clive, oblivious to the psychic damage inflicted upon his beloved, tries to resist the urge to just rut into her palm.

“I wanted you to look at it,” he says. “And want it.”