winter warmers, day 9: big cock. this is crackfic. i don't even know, man. ~800 words
Daniel assumes that Max has a small dick.
The truth is that Daniel’s never been overly concerned about dick size: his own or anyone else’s. He’s not particularly huge, but he’s not tiny either. He likes to consider himself to have a perfectly respectable cock, thank you very much. It gets the job done, and he’s certainly never had any complaints about it. And he’s not much of a size queen, either. If he can get his mouth on it or his hand around it or his hole sliding down it, he’s ready to rumble. All dicks are good dicks, as far as he’s concerned. But Max, he assumes, maybe feels differently. Because his dick is tiny.
When he and Max finally get their heads out of their asses and talk about their feelings like adults and start dating for real, it doesn’t initially occur to him to wonder what Max is packing. He’s not concerned about what’s in his pants; he’s just pleased that he’ll finally get to unwrap Max like his very own Christmas present. But Max demurs any time things start getting too hot and heavy. They’ve hugged and kissed, sweet and gentle, and they’ve made out like teenagers for what seems like hours on end, but Daniel still hasn’t gotten the chance to do any unwrapping.
Max has, once, gone down on Daniel. They were twenty minutes into a session of what Daniel could only describe as enthusiastic necking on the couch, when Max had pushed Daniel away and then slid to his knees in front of him. Daniel’s dick, which had already been at least vaguely interested in the proceedings, immediately stood to attention, a soldier at the ready.
And then Max unzipped him and pulled out his cock and gave a soft “oh.” Before Daniel could interrogate that line of conversation any further, Max sucked him down to the hilt and removed the possibility of any further thought for the time being. But after, when Daniel offered to reciprocate, Max declined, offering instead to lick the taste of Daniel’s own come into his mouth and distracting him, again, from the issue at hand.
So, Daniel assumes: tiny. Max’s dick must be small and he’s ashamed or maybe just shy, and he’s worried about what Daniel’s reaction will be when he finally gets face to face with it. Or face to cock, as it were.
This can’t stand, he decides. He loves Max (though it will be months yet before he can bring himself to say those words out loud), and he loves all parts of him, even those that are, perhaps, fun size. If Max doesn’t love his dick, Daniel will love it enough for the both of them.
They’re cuddled on the couch one night, the soothing sounds of a UFC match on the TV in the background, when Daniel decides to bring it up.
“Max, I just wanted to say. You know. Size is like. Not a big deal?” Not his most eloquent, but he’s not sure how else to broach the subject. “If you’re not, you know. It’s fine. It’s great! No complaints here.”
Max wiggles out from underneath him and sits up. “Are you sure, Daniel? Because I have been with many people before and some of them have been not nice.”
Daniel feels an immediate surge of anger rising. No one should ever be mean to his Max, for any reason, but definitely not because of something that he can’t change, and absolutely not for something as insignificant as the size of his cock. He’s getting ready to tell Max exactly that when he continues.
“They said that it wouldn’t fit, and they didn’t want me to fuck them or even bother with trying to blow me. It was not nice to hear that.”
Wouldn’t fit? How tiny is he?
“Max, I promise you. I’m not going to judge you for your dick. We can figure this out together.” He leans in to peck Max’s gently on the lips, a promise sealed with a kiss. “Do you maybe want to show me?”
Max hesitates and then nods. He stands in front of Daniel on the couch, and with a quick breath, he pushes down his sweats and underwear.
Oh. So not small then. Not small at fucking all. Daniel’s brain does a hard reset as he flips back through everything he’s ever assumed about Max’s dick.
Daniel stares at the monster in front of him. It’s long and thick, the shaft a soft pink and the head, just poking out of his foreskin, beginning to flush red. It looks as though it’ll be the perfect size to get his mouth on, and wrap his hand around, and slide his hole down.
Daniel wouldn’t consider himself a size queen. But as has been the case in so many aspects of his life so far, for Max he’ll make an exception. He’s already reaching out with grabby hands to pull Max (and his fucking perfect dick) towards him.
Max shuffles in closer. “It’s okay, then?”
Daniel looks up at him, stars in his eyes, as he breathes out “It’s perfect.”
