The date was set up for the next Saturday. Dipper had it marked on his calendar he was so excited, but he needed to calm down and push the man away from his thoughts for a while, he had a goal to achieve tonight: flirt with as many rich guys as possible and avoid getting pummeled if they were straight.
He finally got dressed, with the blue shirt tucked into his pants the top buttons open and a loosely tied tie, a black suit jacket over, and the pinstripe pants belted atop sleek, shiny dress shoes. It was 5:00 and his friends had picked him up, all of them dressed up nicely to go to the art viewing. As it turns out the drive was much longer than the four had estimated, when they got to the cocktail party it was 6:30, at least it was more of a fashionable late then a well-now-it's-time-to-go-and-we-just-got-here late.
Once in they all went their separate ways, each friend going to look over their favorite artists' works and the brunette going to find the drinks and talk with the other people, specifically the men that were lingering around with no dates.
He made it through most of the night without getting beaten up for flirting and even finding a man or two who were actually interested in him. He talked and flirted, even getting caught up in actual conversations, about art or books or anything that came up with the other at the time.
The clock was reading ten till eight when he bumped into someone and had a drink spilled on him. Reeling back with a shocked gasp he looked down at his shirt, the entire front was wet and clinging to him more than it already had been, the thin cloth becoming see-through in places where it touched skin.
"Oh, I'm sorr-oh Dipper?!" the man started shocked.
Looking up brown eyes met a single honey eye rimmed with hazel blue-green, "Oh Bill!" Dipper smiled and brought his eyebrows together, "I didn't know you'd be here."
"Neither did I, I was dragged here by my brother, Will, I just got away from him," he chuckled a bit, "But, let's go get you cleaned up, shall we?" Bill offered the man his arm which Dipper took and was lead to a bathroom.
"If I may?" Bill asked as he reached to start undoing Dipper's shirt buttons to which he nodded, saying he could. Dipper shrugged off his jacket and pulled the tie over his head just as the blonde had finished with his shirt.
Chuckling a bit as he took off his shirt to reveal the lean muscled skin underneath, "It's almost like you planned this."
"I would never stoop so low, Dipper," he said, but the way he was eyeing the male's chest with a grin begged to differ, "Cute tattoo too, a pine tree?" Bill raised his eye from the male's pec to meet the darker ones curiously.
Dipper just nodded with a fond smile, going to the sink to rinse out his shirt, Dipper shook his head. He could feel the eye of the other behind him boring into his back in the best way possible. He decided to really give him something to look at and popped his elbows on the marble counter top and stuck his ass out on display, acting as if it were nothing.
He glanced into the mirror and saw the man licking his lips as he eyed him hungrily. Clearing his throat caused Bill's head to snap up, he caught the man's eye in the mirror and it held that predatory look in it yet again only stronger than before. His breath caught in his lungs and his eyes widened when they made contact. He could feel the look go straight to his groin.
"Bill?" he asked breathlessly and stood up right as the other walked over with a lidded eye to spin the brunette around. Bill's lips clashed with Dipper's and the brunette's arms flew around the man's neck, hands tangling in his blonde locks. Tanned hands lifted the smaller man to sit on the counter top behind him and Dipper's legs wrapped around Bill's waist without much of a thought.
A tongue ran over the brunette's bottom lip and he moaned as he let the tongue invade his mouth. The kiss was raw lust, consisting of battling tongues, biting, and playful nips. Bill pulled away and looked over the mess that had become of the man in his arms. Dipper was panting eyes lidded and gleaming with want for the other man.
He tightened his fingers in the blonde hair and tried to pull Bill back in and whimpered when the man's head went somewhere else, but he was only upset for a second. Bill was kissing and sucking on the flesh of Dipper's neck. Tilting his head back, and letting his brown eyes slip shut Dipper let out another moan rocking his hips against the other's. Bill sucked in a breath at the feeling and let out a small groan.
"Wait, wait," Bill said pulling back just enough that their bodies weren't touching anymore this made Dipper whine, "I know my sapling I want to keep going too," he placed a kiss on the other's cheek, "But I would like to do this… not in a public restroom."
Dipper blushed as he was reminded that they were, in fact, in a art gallery bathroom with several other people just on the other side of the door right behind Bill, they were lucky enough that no one had come in as of yet to see them.
"Yea, alright, I'm sorry," Dipper said bashfully looking down. He did understand why the other wouldn't want to do this here, but that didn't make him want it any less and it wouldn't be the first time for him to have done unsavory things in a public restroom. Clearing his throat after thinking of that he untangled his legs from the man and hopped off the counter once the blonde moved.
"Don't be sorry, let's just wait til we can talk Saturday," Bill purred to Dipper and placed his hands on the younger man's hips. Dipper blushed and narrowed his eyes up at the taller male, leaning up he placed a quick kiss on the corner of the man's mouth with a playful smile.
"Alright, whatever you say," the young man cooed with a hint of some other meaning that didn't go missed by the blonde. Bill had to bite his lip to keep from diving back into the man before him with a comment like that. Bill remembered his shirt, the whole reason they were even in the restroom together. "So, your shirt?" Bill asked turning the other's attention back to the cloth in the sink.
"Oh yea," Dipper picked it up, it was still wet though it seemed it didn't have any stains, "It looks ok for now, but it's drenched…"
"Hmm, I would just say go shirtless, but I think there's a rule about that," Bill chuckled trying to think of a way to have the other's shirt dried out, "Hmm, how about you just wring it out, put it on for now, just long enough to get out of here and I go buy you a new one, I am the one who ruined it." There was a glint of something in Bill's eye, Dipper didn't even see it as he agreed and, with a bit of trouble, got his shirt back on.
"Oh, I need to tell my friends that I'm leaving," Dipper said to the man looking down at him.
"Of course, I need to tell my brother as well," that honey eye scanned over the room they were in, "This may take a moment, Will left his phone at home," Bill frowned and it was such an unsettling look in his perfect face.
"Hmmm, we can just meet up at the door if that's okay?" the brunette commented.
"Yes, that will be fine my Sapling," Bill said turning to leave. Dipper did the same, it took him all of two minutes to find the three friends he was with and tell them what was going on and get up to the front door. Those golden locks could be seen approaching not long after, the two men went out and Bill offered his arm, which Diper took. Following the blonde Dipper was brought to a sleek, dark gray Corvette.
Letting a low whistle out Dipper looked over the car, "This is yours?" he asked without really looking for an answer.
" 'Course it is kid!" Bill said with a side glance to the other, a proud smirk pulling at his lips.
The boy said no more as the passenger door was opened for him. Giving a curt nod of thanks to the man he slipped into the car with a other took long strides to get around to the driver's side and got in.
"I suggest you buckle up, I'm known for being a speed demon," Bill said in warning and before Dipper could get the belt fastened Bill had already sped off and threw the smaller brunette into the center console between them. Dipper yelped and slammed the belt pieces together while Bill let out a wild laugh that you wouldn't expect from someone like him.
Looking at the man in the driver's seat with his head half thrown back and laughing as they raced down the streets of the city of Portland, Dipper admired the perfectness that was known as Bill Cipher. He felt it first in his stomach; the butterflies, next was the blush bloomed on his cheeks and ears, third and lastly, his heart fluttered.
Dipper could have died right then and had no problems, rule number one: Don't get attached to your Daddy. Everyone knew that, but Bill wasn't even his Sugar Daddy, he didn't even know if the man would want to be that. Dipper was attracted to the man next to him that was for sure, but that was suppose to stop at physical attraction, Dipper couldn't get emotionally attached in case Bill decided that he didn't want Dipper as a baby anymore, or if at all.
"Like what you see?" Bill asked Dipper sending him a sly glance and knocking him from his internal battle. Dipper chuckled and raised his brow and pulled a small, sassy smirk, "You could say that, I mean look out there the city lights look beautiful."
Dipper's comment took Bill for a loop and he looked out the window and yes, the city did indeed look lovely in the night time, with the tall and short building alike lit up with people working late and just the absolute last bit of pink sunlight tinting everything ever so slightly.
"Yes it is pretty out right now," the blonde said with a soft smile looking back to the road before them, "so where would you like to go to get your new shirt?"
"I'm okay with wherever you'd like," Dipper replied still looking over the man driving. The city was nice, but Bill was breathtaking to the male. Even with the eye-patch he was wearing, it fit him well, blonde hair with tanned skin, golden eye with long, black lashes that touched his cheek, not too thick of lips and straight nose, all on a thin face with a strong jaw. His arms were just enough muscle to not be thin and wider chest that thinned into slender hips, and he had leg, he had enough leg to spare those also with just enough perfectly toned muscles.
His heart fluttered when he heard the other speak his name, "Yes?" he asked breathlessly.
"We're here," Bill chuckled out with lidded eyes and a perfect and gentle smile.
Dipper just nodded as Bill got out and he followed suit.