They got to Newport an hour before noon. A beautiful day was just beginning. The sky was a lovely baby blue filled with fluffy, white clouds of all shapes and sizes. The four of them had spent a better portion of the drive talking about the things they saw in the sky. Obviously, Bill saw pretty messed up things in the clouds ranging to decapitated dog heads stabbed onto the bodies of would be kings and flayed people. He was quickly forbidden from playing the game.
Bill and Pacifica had actually made something akin to amends along the way. It happened when she took the initiative to apologize to him for her degree of harshness though she did then state that she still didn't trust him. Bill had laughed and said it was the smartest thing she could do considering he still was a demon. They then continued talking on more friendly terms and as great as that was, it unfortunately led to a conversation that quickly became awkward for Dipper.
"So Mabel told me all about your relationship." Pacifica had said, and Dipper had glared at her in the rear view mirror.
"How much?" Bill had asked.
"Basically everything." She had answered, "Like, you guys are sex friends."
"Wrong!" Bill had laughed.
"I didn't say that!" Mabel had objected.
"We're dating." Dipper had corrected.
"Well, see, that's what Mabel said." The blonde had continued, "But, from what she tells me, you guys have never been on a date. You only have sex and hang out."
Bill had been on the verge of saying something snarky but had stopped himself before even voicing the first sound. He had turned his gaze to Dipper as the realization of what Pacifica was saying dawned on him.
"U-um, well," Dipper had stuttered nervously, "We went to this fancy restaurant once."
Bill had smiled contently at his answer. The demon had thought that that event counted as an adequate date.
"Doesn't count." Pacifica had continued. Either she hadn't been reading the building tension properly or she didn't care, "It was a Pines family diner."
Bill then frowned and glared at Dipper accusingly. He was evidently upset that they'd never been on a date.
"You dated like, what, four people before?" Pacifica had added and Dipper had wanted nothing more than to strangle her, "You know exactly what a date is and isn't."
The glare Bill had been giving him was starting to weigh on him. It had felt like it was burning into his skin and Dipper didn't know what to do to remedy the situation. Then he did the worse thing he could have possibly done.
"W-well thanks for ruining the surprise, Pacifica!" He had said with faked anger, "I was going to take him on our first date in Newport as a…surprise. But you ruined it."
Pacifica had seemed stunned by the outburst while Mabel giggled quietly in her corner, knowing better. For a moment, he had been afraid his sister would spoil his spontaneous lie, but Bill took no notice of her. He had been too excited at the prospect of finally going on a date to care about much else. Thus he had begun to babble excitedly about the things he had seen other people do on dates and what he would like to do on theirs, while Dipper mentally kicked himself in the chin.
By all means, he should have already had taken Bill on a date but the truth was he just forgot.
They drove to Newport's downtown to reach the old woman's home and make the payment as well as claim the keys. They found the place bursting with life. Thick crowds of people were walking down the sidewalk – most of them were wearing their bathing suits considering the beach was very close by. The sight of so many people seemingly enjoying the day got them eager to pull on their bathing suits and jump into the ocean as soon as possible.
The old woman's house was, thankfully, situated in front of a series of small, independent stores one of which sold bathing suits. Dipper sent Pacifica and Mabel with Bill to buy him a bathing suit, adamantly repeating that the demon wasn't allowed to purchase a speedo if they wanted the deal he and Mabel had previously agreed upon to remain intact. Lord knew he wouldn't be able to resist jumping the blond if he wore so little clothing.
Dipper walked into the old woman's house as he knocked on the door. He was taken aback by the pink décor and the many framed pictures of small, adorable animals covering the walls. They all seemed to be animals she had once owned because names were engraved on the lower part of the frame. He was contemplating the photograph of a seemingly very old dog when the woman rounded the corner and surprised him with a plate of cookies. Dipper awkwardly accepted one and made quick business of giving her the money as well as retrieving the key before she roped him into staying any longer.
By the time he came out, Pacifica, Mabel, and Bill were waiting by the car. The demon held a bag which he kept peeking into happily. He was very satisfied of his purchase and that worried Dipper. "All set?" he asked.
"Yep." Bill chirped happily.
"He's insane." Pacifica said.
"I know." Dipper sighed.
"No, I mean, he's just like your sister." Pacifica continued and he noted the wonder in her voice, "You could pick out the ugliest thing in the world and he'd still make it look amazing."
"Bucky says I have an amazing body." Bill boasted.
"Okay, I want to add a rule to this vacation." Dipper suddenly declared, "No talking about the BDSM guy."
Bill pouted but agreed to it all the same.
"What does he have against the BDSM guy?" Pacifica whispered to Mabel.
"No clue." Mabel shrugged.
They then piled into the car, wincing as they sat on their suddenly very hot seats. They had barely been gone for more than ten minutes and yet the car still felt like an oven. It was evidently gearing up to be a very hot day.
Dipper drove them to the house which was located in a more residential area. It was exactly a block away from the ocean which one could see if they peered down the road. There was also a motel called the Blue Flounder bordering the last bit of road that led to the ocean. Somehow, Mabel managed to get its wifi reception regardless of the distance.
The house as such seemed small from the outside but was much larger on the inside. It still wasn't the biggest place in the world but perfect for the four of them – regardless of Pacifica's complaints. The front door gave out on a large living area with an old TV and two couches. Further in the back of the room was a dining table where they would likely be eating the meals they had at home. The house then split into two thanks to a corridor which gave out on the kitchen, one of the bathrooms and three rooms. The second bathroom was situated between the two rooms on the right.
At that point, it was a vicious fight to see who would get which room. They all had double beds but the one in the room on the left was considerably bigger than the others and had another TV. Dipper, Mabel, and Pacifica shoved their way to it, tackling and laughing along the way. Mabel managed to push herself in before the two others with a victorious grin which quickly fell when she saw Bill already lying on the bed with a smug smile.
"Yes! Good job, Bill!" Dipper cheered and pushed into the room.
"Whoa! Hey, he cheated!" Pacifica stated, "You teleported, didn't you?"
"You know, I thought about it." Bill admitted, "But I noticed the big bathroom on the left gave out on this room. So while you three meatheads were busy fighting in the corridor, I went around."
Mabel and Pacifica ultimately took the two rooms on the right side of the house. In the end, they found it was a better arrangement considering they were further away from Dipper and Bill and so would likely not hear them screwing as loudly. Plus, they shared the bathroom that connected their rooms which meant they could easily swap products and things of the like.
"Should we go grocery shopping?" Mabel yelled from her room as she quickly unpacked.
"I kind of want to go to the beach." Pacifica yelled back.
"But it's almost noon." Mabel reminded. "I'm sort of hungry."
"There's probably a restaurant in that hotel down the street." Dipper shouted, "We can just grab something there and head to the beach after."
"Food is for the weak." Bill muttered.
"Good idea." Mabel said, "We can go grocery shopping after."
With that settled, Dipper dug through his suitcase for his swimming trunks while Bill pulled on the bathing suit he had recently bought. The brunet didn't know what to expect when he turned around but he probably shouldn't have been as aroused as he felt. Bill had bought a swim jammer with yellow streaks on the thighs. It was so skin tight that it likely wouldn't have made that big of a different had the demon decided he wanted to swim utterly naked. Dipper could practically see the detailed shape of the blonde's dick. But what the swim wear really highlighted was Bill's great ass.
"This isn't fair." Dipper groaned, tearing his gaze away, then he whispered to himself: "I don't think I can maintain this deal…"
"What? What's wrong?" Bill asked, hovering closer.
"Please stay, like, five feet away." Dipper practically begged as a dark blush spread over his face.
Bill tilted his head curiously but their conversation was cut short when the door to their room was swung open. "I need your opinions again!" Mabel stated, revealing the bathing suit she wore. It was a red bikini with white dots. The top cupped her boobs in a way that made them seem bigger and barely even covered them, whereas the bottom was small and exposed most of her butt. This to say, it was a lot more of Mabel than Dipper wanted or was ready to see. "Do I look cute and does this scream "sexy and confident" or "lonely and needy"?"
Bill whistled and grinned, "You got it going on, Shooting Star." He laughed. "You look hot!"
"I want to see!" Pacifica shouted and stumbled to their room. She basically had the same reaction as Bill, "Yeah, you look super cute."
Pacifica wore a bikini of a similar design but in solid turquoise. It was meant to show off her curve and enlarge her already big breasts. Dipper would be a liar if he said she didn't look hot.
"Ew. Stop staring at me." She said, glaring at Dipper.
"You look so beautiful." Mabel cooed excitedly. "All the guys'll be after you!"
"Ha!" She snorted, "But are they worthy of someone as gorgeous and wonderful as me?"
Dipper rolled his eyes and turned away. Though he did occasionally glance back at the blonde. She was just so damn stunning it was irritating. He wished Pacifica hadn't been born with such great genes.
"Stop staring at her." Bill said dangerously low which caused Dipper to jolt in surprise and fear, "I'm getting jealous."
"Okay, okay." Dipper sighed, rubbing his face.
"I'll send her to the lava-people." He warned.
"I got it, I'm sorry." Dipper said.
Grabbing some just a couple of dollars and their beach towels, the four of them left the house and made their way to the Blue Flounder for food. Dipper, Mabel, and Pacifica ordered hot dogs and ate them as they finished their walk towards the beach. Bill watched them eat, not necessitating any food to sustain himself.
The beach was long and the sand was white. It stretched out for a dozen feet before actually reaching the ocean. The ocean was very blue and gorgeous with many waves rolling onto shore. There were a series of dark rocks on the left side, emerging from the sand in the middle of the beach and steadily stretching out into the sea. Some more rocks were scattered around the area but located far apart from one another. The beach was mostly barren, with only a few groups of people scattered along the shore with their beach umbrellas and towels, but no lifeguards. The given section was rather far away from where most people went out for swims, thus making the necessity for lifeguards void. Though the lack of people added to the charm of it. It almost felt like their own private beach.
The four of them paused for a moment, taking in the wonderful sight ahead of them. Then, together, they shouted in glee and darted towards the water. However, their glee soon turned to pain as the sand was burning hot and hurt the bottom of their feet. Thus, rather than stopping near the shore to place their towels down, they ran into the water to sooth their aching feet. Once cooled, they strolled back to the dusty, hot sand and laid down their towels.
"So I don't know how to swim." Bill stated, staring at the water with apprehension.
"Yeah, I remember." Dipper said, "I'll teach you. We just have to put on some sunscreen first."
"Pfft! Nu-un!" Bill snorted.
Dipper wasn't going to argue with Bill. If he was going to be stubborn and refuse to protect his skin from the harsh rays of the sun, then so be it. He would learn the hard way. And while it would be unpleasant for the demon, it would be funny for everyone else. So Bill wandered around in the water, kicking and splashing as the waves crashed at his feet, and Dipper, Mabel, and Pacifica covered themselves with sun lotion.
"Are you going to stay there all day?" Bill called, annoyed. "Am I going to have to go back in time to learn how to swim?"
"Calm down." Dipper groaned as he slowly made his way into the water. "It needs to sink in a bit which takes a couple of minutes."
He took Bill's hand and led him further into the water. The current was soft but there was still a gentle pull to the left that they had to resist. Dipper stopped when the water reached his belly button and was mostly sure they were in a spot where waves didn't directly crash down on them. Bill stood next to him, seemingly nervous at the amount of water he was submerged in. The brunet supposed he would feel the same way had he not known how to swim.
"Alright." Dipper said, "Now I'm not a teacher, but I'll do my best. In my opinion, the best way to start learning how to swim is to first learn how to float." He then took Bill by the arm to guide him in front of him, "Now lie on your back."
"I don't want to." Bill said stiffly.
Dipper smiled at the evident fear. It was somewhat endearing. "Don't worry, I'll hold you." He said, "I'll only let you go when I think you figured it out, okay?"
Bill glanced suspiciously at the water before looking back at his human. He took a heavy breath but did as he was told, holding onto Dipper's arm the whole time. Dipper then slipped his arms beneath Bill, to support him better.
"Okay, so you're going to take a deep breath and fill your lungs with air." Dipper said. "Stretch your arms out like a star too—good, yeah, like that!" he waited for a forming wave to pass before he let Bill try to float on his own.
The demon floated for a few seconds before sinking to the bottom of the ocean floor like a rock. Dipper had to pull him back up after a moment and Bill gasped for air as he resurfaced.
"It didn't work!" He cried out.
"We'll try again." Dipper offered.
As the Dipper continued to try to teach Bill how to swim, Pacifica and Mabel sat on their towels and watched them. Pacifica would laugh every time Bill simply sunk rather than float and re-emerged frustrated. Mabel smiled from time to time but her attention was more drawn to the group next door. It seemed to be about four guys their age and there was one she particularly liked. He had tanned skin, dark hair and wore something around his neck – she hoped it was a shark tooth.
"See something you like?" Pacifica teased.
Mabel jolted and blushed lightly. "More like someone." She said with a small laugh.
Pacifica glanced over the nearby group and frowned. "Which one?" she asked.
"Bright green swim trunks." Mabel said.
"The surfer dude?" Pacifica asked, turning back to Mabel with a surprised look.
Mabel grinned, "He reminds me a bit of Mermando." She admitted.
"You need to move on, Mabel." Pacifica said and fell back on her towel, slipping her arms beneath her head. "I mean, didn't that guy marry the Queen of the manatees or something?"
"Yes." Mabel said disappointedly, "But the surfer guy hasn't!"
"No." Pacifica said sternly, "I don't support this. You need to pick someone else and you need to drop the idea of a merman boyfriend. I thought the whole point of coming here was to avoid the supernatural and stuff."
"Not necessarily avoid it." Mabel grumbled and glanced back at the camp regretfully. "How about the blond one?"
Pacifica didn't bother looking over to see. "Nah." She said, "How about we go out to the pier tonight and we look there?"
"Sounds like fun." Mabel smiled and fell back down on her towel as well. "Dipper and Bill'll like it too—"
"Better not to invite them." Pacifica cut in almost too quickly. "At first glance it'll look like we're out with our boyfriends and the other guys'll just look the other way. And, no offense, I absolutely don't want to be mistaken for you brother's girlfriend."
"You guys would look cute together, though." Mabel chuckled and elbowed the blonde playfully.
"Now I'm offended." Pacifica stated. "He's such a spaz."
"He's not—"
"God damn it Bill, stop sinking!" Dipper snapped from where he stood.
"I can't help it!" Bill snapped back, "I'm a demon! Hell's trying to drag me back home!"
"Please explain to me how you can fucking float over the ground but not in the water!" Dipper growled, "Because that makes no fucking sense!"
"See what I mean?" Pacifica chuckled.
"I guess." Mabel laughed.
"I'm allowed to use magic?" Bill then gasped.
"What do you mean—oh, so now you float!" Dipper sounded annoyed as much as he did exhausted.
Mabel pushed herself up slightly, leaning on her elbows to watch her brother and his boyfriend play in the waves. The smile she wore faded a bit as a sigh left her lips. She envied the relationship Dipper had with Bill. This to say, Mabel wasn't in the business of dating a demon or anything equally evil – it was just that the two got along so well even if Dipper failed to notice it. Sometimes it was like looking at two pieces of a puzzle fit together perfectly. Mabel wanted to find someone that could complete her as well as Bill completed Dipper.
"Are you going to go man hunting too?" Mabel asked, peering at her friend.
"Nope." Pacifica said, popping the "p" sound.
"Are you even looking for someone?" She then asked.
"Maybe." Pacifica said and a small smile began spreading on her face.
Mabel grinned excitedly. "What type of person are you looking for?"
Pacifica mulled the question over a bit, pursing her lips until an answer came to mind. "Someone like you." She settled on and the answer got Mabel laughing hard. "What?" the blonde continued, slightly off put by the other's reaction, "You're cute, sweet, and funny. Plus you've got the spirit of an artist and I dig that."
"Keep that up and I'll get the impression you're flirting with me!" Mabel laughed and shoved Pacifica playfully.
Pacifica smirked and dropped the subject as such, setting her gaze back on the blue horizon. Mabel watched her for a moment, a dumb smile plastered on her face before she too eventually looked ahead and admired the beauty of the ocean. The sight was so captivating, neither noticed that Dipper and Bill had disappeared from their view in favour of hiding behind the series of rocks on the left.
Dipper had been the one to drag the demon away when he couldn't stand another "accidental" grind in the waves. He'd gotten too horny to hold back anymore and he wasn't about to get out of the water and expose the tent in his trunks to not only his sister but Pacifica as well. Bill, of course, didn't seem to mind. The blond was always too happy to get down and dirty anytime, anywhere. This was no exception.
He giggled when Dipper pushed him against the wet rocks, hidden from the girls. The surface was smoothed by the constant slapping of the waves and the thin layer of algae that had steadily grown onto it. It wasn't the most comfortable thing in the world, but it was far better than some of the surfaces they had used before to fuck.
"My, oh my," Bill teased, pulling his human closer and slipping his arms around his neck, "What about the deal?"
"They don't want to hear or see us fuck and they won't." Dipper said lowly before pressing his lips against Bill's. They kissed harshly, tongues pushing and rubbing hard in the wet cavern of the demon's mouth. "The rocks hide us." Dipper said, briefly pulling away before resuming the kiss, "And the waves are too loud for us to be heard."
"You know," Bill said lustily, "I really don't care that much."
"Good." Dipper smiled, "Me neither."
They kissed again, their bodies pressed closer together that time. Dipper pressed his hands on the rock on either side of the blonde's head in order to keep them as steady as possible what with the waves pushing and pulling. The movement of the water caused their hips to grind together pleasurably though to say the ocean was the sole cause would be untrue. The two had simply lost themselves in the lust that seemingly overwhelmed them all too quickly when they got the least bit intimate.
"I can't—" Bill breathed against Dipper's abused lips.
"You can't what?" Dipper hummed mindlessly and went back for more contact.
Bill moaned as they locked lips again, the brunet biting and nibbling at his lower lip. "I need you…" Bill said once he managed to pull away again, "I need you inside me—"
Dipper smirked and quickly flipped the demon around, resting his eager hands on his hips. Bill yelped and gasped but gripped at the soft rock as he waited for the other to get to work. Dipper toyed at the hem of Bill's bathing suit as he placed soft kisses all over his back. The latter whimpered, wiggling his hips in a vain attempt to encourage Dipper to focus on the task at hand.
"You know…" Dipper hummed as his lips trailed the back of the blonde's neck, "I think you knew – no, that you were expecting this sort of reaction when you bought that bathing suit…"
Bill opened his mouth to speak but he only uttered a gasp when Dipper bit down on one of his many erogenous zones. He continued abusing it, pulling mewls and whimpers from the demon's pretty mouth while his hands began slipping downwards, gliding over the fabric of the skin tight jammers.
"Sure it covers more skin," Dipper continued lowly as his fingers trailed over the yellow streaks on Bill's thighs, "but it doesn't hide much…"
"Pine Tree—" Bill whined as the other's hands got to his erection.
"It caresses your body so perfectly," Dipper continued, running his finger up and down the clothed cock's length, "that it might as well be transparent rather than black and yellow."
"D-don't tease me—" Bill begged, "Please—"
"Why?" Dipper chuckled, "Isn't that what you were doing to me?"
"I-I'll make it up to you!" Bill stuttered, glancing back.
"How?" Dipper asked curiously.
A lecherous smile spread on Bill's face, "I can hold my breath for a really, really long time."
Dipper blinked but before he could react, the demon disappeared under the water. He felt fingers tug at the hem of his trunks and yank them down enough to pull out his erection. He pressed his hands against the rock again when he felt Bill's hot mouth engulf his cock and suck. A moan almost escaped Dipper's mouth but he slammed his hand over it before it could. He kept it in place as the blonde's fingers began getting more active, fondling and pleasuring the skin Bill was incapable of taking into his mouth. The pleasure was building quickly – a bit too quickly for Dipper's tastes, but he couldn't stop it. The coils built faster as he began thrusting into that hot mouth, ready to spill his seeds when, all of a sudden, Bill released him and surfaced.
"How was that?" He grinned, wiping his mouth with his hand.
"You bastard—" Dipper said and pressed the demon back against the rock.
"The only way you get to cum," Bill purred, "Is by sticking that pretty cock of yours in my ass."
"If you knew what you did to me…" Dipper sighed, flipping the demon over again.
He pulled down the wet jammers just enough to expose the demon's perfect ass and began teasing the twitching entrance with his fingers. Bill gasped and glanced back quickly, a blush heavy and evident on his face. "W-wait—" he gasped, "I don't want preparation; I just need you inside me—"
"It'll hurt more…" Dipper warned.
"You know I love it." Bill responded and pushed his ass out so it rubbed against the exposed tip of Dipper's cock, "I don't want to wait anymore."
Dipper pressed another kiss to the back of Bill's neck as he took his dick in hand and brought it to the other's hole. He pressed the tip against it, slowly pushing in and finding that the resistance he was expecting wasn't particularly great. He slipped inside of Bill easily enough and waited a moment for the blond to adjust to his size. The demon, however, wasn't in a mood to wait and started pushing back against Dipper.
"God, please move!" He moaned, "You know I won't break!"
And Dipper began doing just that. He pulled out nearly all the way before pushing his way back in. Bill threw his head back as he moaned loudly, gripping at the algae covered rock his chest was pressed against. He sounded so needy, so desperate for more and Dipper felt the same way. He wasn't sure why either of them were so turned on but it didn't matter anymore. He gripped Bill's hips tighter and began pummelling into him hard. The water slapped around them and the sounds of the waves crashing onto the shore and the rocks was deafening but Dipper could only really hear the sounds that escaped Bill.
Both of them were utterly lost to the impossibly wonderful bliss, but it was all over too soon. The coils within Dipper's stomach gave a dry squeeze and he came inside Bill with a loud groan and a shudder of the hips. Bill followed seconds after, crying out and clutching at the rocks for support the moment his legs gave out under the weight of the intense pleasure. They stayed like that for a moment, breathing heavily and completely worn out. It was hard to keep in place with the push and pull of the sea but somehow they managed.
"I'm going to want a lot more of that during this week." Bill said.
Dipper grinned. "I know." He sighed and pulled out, bringing his swim trunks back up, "But we've got to head back now."
Bill groaned and fixed his jammers back into a proper position. "Fine." He grumbled.
Dipper gave him a quick kiss and led the way back to the girls who both lied on their stomachs in an effort to tan. For a moment, the brunet thought he could pretend not having been gone the whole time but Mabel noticed them and called them out on it. She glanced back and yelled a quick "Hey!" before jumping onto her feet.
"Where did you two go?" She asked, cupping her hands to her mouth as she yelled.
Dipper blushed something terrible. He wasn't about to be honest and so opted on a lie. "W-we went to the rocks—" he answered nervously, "It's easier to help him learn how to swim when he can hold on to something that doesn't move."
"Good one." Bill said, genuinely impressed.
Mabel seemed to buy it easily enough and sat back down on her towel. Dipper let out a heavy sigh, and aside from that moment, the rest of the day rolled by smoothly without any risks of making things suddenly awkward. They stayed on the beach until sunset, by then Pacifica and Mabel had joined them in the water a couple of times but had still spent more time on the sand. Dipper had wanted to leave on more than one occasion but Bill found he rather enjoyed the sea and swimming. He particularly enjoyed being pinched by the many crabs that lurked beneath the waves.
All to say that the vacation was off to a wonderful start.