True to his word, Damien parked next to the edge of the forest within a week thanks to Dipper's parents. The house that his mother had been working on was finally starting to come together, now just needing to be furnished. Because of the state that Dipper was in, his mom felt comfortable enough to leave to join his father in Portland and start her work again. This left the house empty until they came for their next visit, where they planned on furnishing the house. In the meantime, the group was given permission to park their vehicle next to the house while working with Bill on more music.
As it turned out, their fan-base online was ecstatic that the Bill had returned. Dipper didn't fully understand the entire business, but he enjoyed hearing Bill's work was successful. This did not prevent the fear that prickled at the back of Dipper's mind when he thought of his lover getting "popular." But that wasn't the only thing that was driving him crazy with fear.
He actually had begun to like Bill's friends.
He hated to admit it, but the former demon was great at picking friends.
This lead to a good number of nightmares that forced Dipper awake; Dreams about Bill falling in love with Damien or Mitch lunged his heart to the pit of his stomach. Ashamed of his fears, Dipper began shoving his emotions aside when he faced his lover and the others. All he could do was trust that Bill was just as crazy for him as he was for Bill. Unfortunately, that didn't mean his emotions didn't shine on his face. Like a small dent on a car that gets immediately pointed out by the owner, Bill's detective eyes immediately caught onto Dipper's shift in moods.
This shift in emotions leads to awkward conversations and tear-filled arguments between the two. Dipper felt guilty for keeping the nightmares secret, but he couldn't bring himself to talk about them when he could clearly see how exhausted Bill was from doctor appointments.
The treatments weren't too terrible, but they were told it would get worse with time. Since Bill was technically classified as stage three with this sickness, he was required to go through chemotherapy in stages while getting regular radiation treatments. These constant doctor's visits left Bill exhausted at the end of the appointments and unable to walk home. Damien was persistent in insisting that someone drive Bill and it wasn't long before Mitch took up the job. Since his family lived in town still, he was able to borrow one of his parent's vehicles as opposed to driving the large mobile home.
Since Bill started treatment and had to take a medical leave of absence from his career, there was barely any money coming in for bills to be paid.
Well, the random two thousand checks still came in but he was too paranoid to cash it. At one point, Dipper had brought up the possibility of asking his Grunkles to pay him for the work he does at the shack, only to get shut down by Bill getting defensive and offended that he even wanted to ask such a thing. The only money flow was the portion that Bill earned from the music he helped produce.
Dipper would actively take the trip down to the shack during closing hours to allow Stan to take the night off. Admittedly it was also to get a break from the apartment, not that he needed a break; Dipper would constantly keep in contact with bill through the night, even if it was just through text, but part of him felt as if this was also time for the former demon to get a bit of a break from him. This was because the former demon would primarily spend the time that the two were apart either with his friends, taking care of Angel, or taking care of his plants.
They hadn't had any sexual contact since the first day of Bill's friends stay. The lack of physical connection led to dipper having quite a few steamy dreams and awkward hard-ons in the mornings after a night of arguing. Guilt surrounded Dipper's gut every time he would get off, his eyes glued to the back of Bill's sleeping form. Shame would enter his system when Bill would place a kiss on his neck in the middle of the day and in an unconscious reaction he would push him away, an excuse on why he didn't want to try exiting his mouth before he even had processed what was going on.
Bill even took the time to go out and purchase lubricant at one point, in the hopes that they would be able to improve their attempts and possibly take their sexual adventures another step forward, only to be shot down once again. After another week of attempting to spice it up and being rejected each time, Bill gave up and had begun sleeping while facing away from Dipper, this would leave him up all night, thoughts rushing through his head.
This whole shift lasted until exactly three weeks after his friends arrived when the amount of stress and constant fighting caused Dipper to snap.
"Why are you turned away?" he quickly asked, the question coming out a lot harsher than he meant for it to be only to receive no response. "Bill, answer me." Dipper sat up and stared at Bill's bareback in the darkness.
"Why are you still here?" Bill's voice whispered, cracking slightly causing a chill to shoot through Dipper's spine.
"What are you talking about?"
"You don't touch me, you don't even cuddle with me anymore," Bill explained slowly, voice trembling a bit. "I feel judged by you every day, do you even want to be here anymore?"
The question hit Dipper like a ton of bricks. Was he actually not cuddling up to Bill anymore? Dipper thought of the past two weeks since Bill bought the lube, reread all of his lover's actions. The first day that Dipper denied any contact the former demon, that was also the first night that he didn't immediately cuddle up to Dipper. He didn't even fully realize his own lover's actions after being denied the first time.
Lowering his head, Dipper lied back down and wrapped his arms around Bill's frame
"I'm sorry, of course, I do," he mumbled. Bill squeezed his eyes shut and hugged himself, slightly moving away from Dipper. The movement sent a pang of regret through Dipper.
Silence hung in the room, leaving him speechless. He tried to cuddle up to Bill one more time and let a few tears escape his eyes when Bill pulled away once again before falling asleep.
Dipper didn't dream.
Once he woke up, he noticed that Bill had shifted. Now, he was cuddled into Dipper's chest. Unfortunately, his arms were not wrapped around his frame. Dipper still held onto the former demon but felt pain spike in his chest at the missing arms from his own frame. Sighing, Dipper removed himself from the bed and began heading to the restroom. But something caught his eye. Normally, the desk in the room was empty, but now there was a notebook sitting on top. Dipper's heart raced as he approached the furniture and slid the notebook open. Words were scrambled on the page, reading
Little do you know
How I'm breaking while you fall asleep
Little do you know
I'm still haunted by the memories
Little do you know
I'm trying to pick myself up piece by piece
Little do you know
I need a little more time
Underneath it all I'm held captive by the hole inside
I've been holding back
For the fear that you might change your mind
I'm ready to forgive you, but forgetting is a harder fight
Little do you know
I need a little more time
Tears were falling down his face before he realized he was writing with the same pen that Bill had used just hours prior, writing back inside the journal. Ideas that this was meant to be a song rang through his head, allowing him a bit of clarity to write back
Little do you know
I know you're hurting while I'm sound asleep
Little do you know
All my mistakes are slowly drowning me
Little do you know
I'm trying to make it better piece by piece
Little do you know
I love you 'til the sun dies
Dipper wiped his tears and closed the notebook with the pen inside. After leaving the room to use the restroom, he thought back to their relationship. Even though they had only been back in each other's lives for less than a year, he still felt the pull that he felt at the beginning that he was meant to be with him. Even with how messed up their past had been, he still felt the mad love he had back when they kissed for the first time.
Once he was back in the room, he froze at the sight of Bill sitting at the desk with the notebook opened his eyes moving over the words that Dipper had written.
"Bill," he called softly, slowly approaching the quiet man. "I'm so sorry"
Bill turned and looked at his lover with tears in his eyes. This caused Dipper's heart to drop again, pushing himself forward and taking the former demon into his arms.
"Please forgive me," he sobbed into Bill's hair while stroking his back. "I love you, please believe me. I'll make it up to you, I promise."
Bill wrapped his arms around Dipper's frame and held him tightly, sobbing into the younger male's shoulder. "Why?" he mumbled in a broken voice. The tone of his voice broke Dipper's heart even further.
"I'm so scared," he mumbled in reply, squeezing the former demon's body. He knew he needed to confess his nightmares before they drove him completely mad. "I-I've had so many nightmares of you leaving me…"
"Don't make me want to," he sobbed back, digging his nails into Dipper's shoulders.
"I promise I'll try," Dipper pulled away quickly and kissed Bill's lips. The sweetness from the former demon's lips exploded Dipper's scenes, reminding him of all the emotions and love he had for this man.
The couple lied back down, cuddling and kissing before falling back asleep refusing to let each other go.
The couple was sleeping peacefully for another few hours before there was a sudden body jumping on the bed, shaking both men awake. Once the two woke up, they instantly clung harder onto each other as the unnamed person continued jumping on their bed to wake them up.
"Good morning!" the voice cried out joyfully. The voice sounded a lot like Mabel to Dipper. Quickly, he sat up and pulled Bill with him.
"Mabel," he groaned in a sleepy voice. "Get out."
"Nope!" she giggled and fell to her knees, still jumping from the momentum. "No time for sexy stuff, get up!"
"Why?" he whined. Dipper was planning on waking up Bill with a surprise since he hadn't done that in a while.
"We're going camping!" she cheered happily, officially waking Bill up.
Mabel had arrived at the apartment early that morning with the rest of Bill's friends. Turns out, Charlie got in contact with her after Bill expressed Dipper was a twin and that he wanted to make peace with Mabel as well since she was connected with the events with Bill as a demon. Therefore, their choice was a camping trip.
Of course, both of their Grunkles were invited but they denied the invitation. No reason was given, but the Pines twins guessed it was because they didn't have the strength to apologize to the former demon just yet. While the thought of it bugged Dipper, Bill didn't seem to mind. Instead of dwelling on the possibility of the elder men still hating him, he focused on packing for the two-day trip and his medicine. Before leaving, the former demon made sure that Andrew knew to take care of Angel and the plants. While Bill worked, Dipper whined about going on the trip so suddenly to Mabel, to which Mabel had already thought of.
The hospital was open on the weekends, but Bill's treatments were usually during the week. Specifically, two days every week. Today was Friday, so they had the whole weekend to relax with their friends. Once ready, the trio headed to the camping site with Mabel driving. She expressed her excitement for the small trip. They were planning on taking a few tents into the forest and set up camp. Truthfully, Dipper was convinced this was a scheme to get Damien and Bill back on good terms. What helped him believe this theory was seeing his twin grabbing Bill's guitar before leaving.
Throughout the weeks, the taller male rarely made a sighting. Even though he was the one that encouraged Mitch to drive Bill to his appointments, he would occasionally drive Bill himself. This caused some songs with an empty emotion from the loss of the friend. The others attempted to keep Bill calm about the situation, reminding him that Damien needed time to process everything still since the wounds were reopened. Unfortunately, the former demon couldn't help but feel partly responsible for the pain. At least, that's what he told Dipper one night. He figured it was more lingering guilt from what he had done throughout his demonic life.
Mabel parked in front of their parent's tiny home. The building sat at 20 feet high with an angled, translucent roof and the walls were made from reused wood that was gathered from old barns. The home was roughly 30 feet wide, with a small dirt plot in a place where a lawn will eventually grow. The front door was white wood with two long windows on either side. The house was empty, of course, but fully functional. Although Dipper's parents allowed the friends to park their car out front, they didn't give the keys to allow them to stay inside. Not that the group minded though.
Once they parked, everyone shuffled out of the truck and gathered their overnight bags. Before they began heading into the forest, Dipper noticed Pacifica's limo pulling up. Of course, she was coming, how did he forget about her? Waving to her girlfriend, Mabel ran up while holding her bag and greeted her with a kiss. Together, they all hauled the food she bought for the small trip into the forest.
Dipper looked around the trees and took in a deep breath.
"It's a beautiful day," Bill noted softly, walking at Dipper's side. His voice caused Dipper to jump a bit and he blushed, glancing over to him.
"Yeah," he mumbled, wishing he wasn't holding the plastic bag so he could take the former demon's hand in his own.
They grudgingly only offered each other small talk, allowing Mabel to talk their ears off about how she loves Bill's friends. With each peaceful word that passed her mouth, Dipper's anxiety grew. After last night and this morning, the younger male questioned how he would be able to keep his relationship strong with people like them as threats.
Dipper scowled, eyes dropping to the ground. He hated himself for feeling jealous of them. It was obvious that they had a different connection with Bill than he did, but was that enough to make Bill want to leave him? Why was this even a fear in the first place? He was sure Angie and Jack were dating, with how close they obviously were, and that Mitch was straight. Damien was out of the picture now for the simple fact that he didn't like demons. Plus, since their silence with each other, he had been a lot more enthusiastic about flirting with Dipper than Bill. Also, as beautiful as Charlie was, he was sure that Bill wasn't interested in women. Even still, she was a lot different than Dipper and he wouldn't be able to hold it against Bill for wanting to see if he enjoyed being with a girl.
Sighing, the pit in Dipper's stomach grew.
There was a sudden jerk of his arm, pulling Dipper out of his thoughts. The hand-pulled Dipper back a bit from a ledge, something he hadn't even notice was in front of himself.
"Careful," Bill breathed into his ear, his arms immediately snaking around Dipper's waist.
"What the fuck!" Dipper heard Pacifica whine. "Those aren't just cheapy poor people groceries! Don't just drop them!"
Looking over, he watched a frantic Pacifica pick up the groceries that Bill dropped. A sense of relief washed through Dipper's senses.
"They will live," Bill argued back half-heartedly before giving his attention back to Dipper. "Are you okay? You kind of just blanked out there for a bit. We were talking to you but you just kept walking." The concern in the former demon's voice was heart-warming.
"Yeah, you in there, Dip-Dip?" Mabel's voice piped up, ruffling her brother's hair. Despite the question, a small smile was on her face. "Can't have you go walking off; the mermaid river is near-by. Blood-thirsty animals."
"Did you get stuck in one of their songs?" Bill asked again, nudging Dipper's cheek with his nose.
The concern overwhelmed his heart and he released the grocery bags he was holding himself, allowing his arms wrap back around his lover and squeezed. The movement shocked the former demon and his arms easily adjusted to hugging his lover close.
"The fuck, nerd!" Pacifica growled as Mabel picked up the dropped bags. "You guys seriously don't know how to hold onto food, do you?"
Pacifica's tantrums were ignored as Dipper and Bill clung onto each other.
"I'm sorry," Dipper mumbled. "I wasn't paying attention."
"I can see that," Bill chuckled softly. "Come on, before the valley girl has a heart attack."
"I heard that!"
Once the group got to the campsite, Charlie and Mitch ran over to greet them and take the grocery bags, quickly placing them on large plastic tables that they had set up with smoking products, dozens of bottles of alcohol, chasers, and snacks.
"Welcome to Camp Thneed!" Mitch cheered happily, everyone cheering and raising their glass in a toast. Mitch held a shot glass with gin inside and Jack had a screwdriver half empty, Angie had her dragon tail out with her human form while sipping a large glass of wine, and Charlie also had a large shot glass full of tequila in her hand. Damien, who stood off to the side a bit, glanced over to the group while holding a beer and waved a bit, forcing himself to smile.
"Thneed?" Dipper chuckled at the drunken group.
"Inside joke," Bill mumbled to his lover with a wide smile on his face. "Where are we staying?" he asked, turning his attention back to his overly happy friends.
"With Damien!" Angie slurred, taking a large gulp of her drink. "No three-ways!" she warned when she lowered the glass from her lips. "We'll all hear," she hiccupped and giggled.
"Here's a condom just in case," Jack joked and tossed a small plastic package to the former demon. Bill caught it easily and looked at the package.
On the front of the package in neon yellow writing reading, "Lightsaber Cock: Let the fight begin."
"It glows in the dark!" Angie cried, giggling like mad while finishing the wine.
Bill even burst into laughs at reading the package, causing Mabel and Pacifica to lean in and read and fall into fits of laughter of their own. Everything was going to quickly around Dipper, he didn't even have time to fully comprehend that the condom was just a joke.
"You guys need to catch up," Mitch announced while pouring the newcomers shots of gin.
Dipper and Bill walked up to the table with his twin sister and her girlfriend in tow. The rest of the group hovered around the table and poured themselves shots for themselves as well.
"Cheers!" Charlie beamed while raising her glass.
"To good friends and good times," Damien spoke in an even tone, holding his glass up to clink against everyone else's glasses.
Everyone took their shots and chaser, Dipper cringed to the polish-taste the alcohol gave him. Once he recovered, he noticed Charlie already pouring them another.
"Just you guys now," she giggled and handed everyone a new glass.
Everyone started drinking again and socializing excitedly. Mabel was quick to take her shot and make herself a screwdriver and sit with Charlie and Angie on the empty camping chairs, gigging away as Pacifica just leaned her already-tipsy-head against her shoulder. Bill and Dipper sat down after placing all their bags in an empty tent that was set up for the two couples. Mitch already had a tent set up, allowing Dipper's system to feel more relieved that the condom was really just a joke.
Hours passed and the sun began to set before Mabel pulled out the organic hot dogs that Pacifica bought and began cooking them over the fire that Jack started. Sitting around the campfire in a circle was Pacifica with Mabel to her right then Charlie, Angie, Jack, Damien, Mitch, Bill, and Dipper on the left of Pacifica. The guitar lied on the ground between Bill and Mitch. After dinner, the sun was falling behind the horizon and Bill began strumming his guitar easily. Playing original songs to covers, everyone in the group got their chance to drunkenly sing to old classic songs.
As Mitch began passing out marshmallows and sticks that he had found around the campsite for smores Bill stood to put away the guitar. After Bill placed the instrument in the tent, he headed back to the group but ended up falling to his knees his head spinning from the alcohol. His hands instantly reached out to grab onto something and caught onto the back of Damien's chair. Everyone perked up, Dipper rising to his feet, as the former demon groaned and tried to push himself back to his feet. Damien turned to look at the former demon, eyes glossed over from either being tipsy or tears. No one could really tell.
"Sorry," Bill slurred, standing straight up and tried to walk again.
"Woah, there," Mitch soothed, moving with Dipper to Bill's side in order to guide him back to his seat.
Jack's eyes darted between Damien and Bill. Though, he had doubted the former demon was as gone as he seemed. But Damien wasn't. Drunk or not, everyone knows Damien is the most handsy friend they had. For him to blatantly not move to help irked something inside the tallest male.
Once the Bill was directed back to his seat, Jack cleared his throat and sat up, instantly gaining everyone's attention.
"We're all adults, right?" he asked, looking around slowly. The tone in his voice caused everyone to sit up straighter, suddenly switching to use the last part of their sober minds to pay attention. "And we're all friends," Jack looked from Bill to Damien slowly before continuing, "right?" Everyone nodded. "Are you sure, Damien?" His eyes coldly staring at him as if daring him.
The look on Jack's face sent an icy chill down his spine. This felt like a bad time to bring up the tension that was in the air, but there was no resistance or awkwardness in the taller man's eyes. Jack was definitely the soberest out of the entire group.
"What is this about?" Damien asked in a weak voice.
"Don't play dumb with me," Jack scowled, his gaze unwavering.
Bill gripped Dipper's hand, lowering his head in shame. "Jack," he pleaded. "Not now, please."
"No," Jack snapped and sent the former demon a stern look. "We're supposed to have a good weekend, none of this tension bullshit. Seriously, it's so awkward between you two, everyone can feel and see it. Damien, you didn't even greet them."
"I took a shot," Damien tried to argue.
"Oh, a shot and some false words that you obviously didn't mean. Really trying there, aren't you?" the taller man gave a sarcastic laugh. "When did you talk to any of them since they arrived?" Jack shot back. "What conversations have you had with anyone since they arrived? You were all chatter before they showed up, but barely said a thing since that shot."
Damien dropped his eyes and stared at the fire, eyebrows furrowing and didn't respond. After a few moments of silence, Bill spoke up.
"I shouldn't have come," he mumbled softly, defeat in his voice.
"No. Oh my god, That wouldn't have fixed anything," Jack scolded and groaned. "This is so stupid. We all love each other. Yes, even Dipper and his family," he added quickly before anyone could respond. "I know we gave him a hard time at first, but he's here now and I think we all approve of him. At least I do, and we all know that none of you have ever introduced me to a boyfriend or girlfriend that I actually approved of yet." Everyone gave a slight nod of an agreement at that statement, "Damien, I know you don't like demons because you have a past about them. But Dipper forgave Bill and that's all that matters in this situation. Plus, we aren't in the past anymore. You need to leave that shit behind, up until you found out about the demon thing you fucking loved Bill, proving that you like him as a person. So what, things got awkward. Do you even begin to realize how many times Angie and I have fought over some petty bullshit? She's said shit that pissed me off and I've said shit that pissed her off. We stopped talking to each other at a few points. But we LOVE each other. We talk it out. We don't just give up and look away, we don't just ignore that it happened. You sit down and talk it out. Will it be awkward? Yes. Will you be uncomfortable? Yes. But the most important factor is that you care about each other. Everything will pass over time because of that, if you talk about it."
Everyone stayed silent during Jack's monologue. Dipper didn't notice the tears that were falling out of Bill's eyes right away, only catching on after he sniffed and took a wavering breath.
"Bill," Dipper whispered and stroked Bill's arm. Before he could get another word out, the former demon stood up and walked away from the group, wiping his eyes. Drawing everyone's eyes for a quick moment.
Cold washed over Dipper's chest as his heart dropped, a lump growing in his throat.
"Stop being a bitch and go talk to your friend, dammit," Jack growled to Damien, his eyes snapping back to him.
The tanned man had his eyes closed for a few moments before getting up and walking after the former demon.
A few breaths of silence passed amongst the group before Mitch broke the tension.
"Way to clear the air, dude." He breathed out a laugh. Jack gave a slight shrug and leaned back in his chair.
"It had to be done or nothing was ever going to change." Jack sighed and took a swig from the large bottle of water he had sitting at his feet.
Slowly conversation grew once again and Dipper attempted to take part in it, grateful for the words of confirmation Jack has slipped into his speech, but he couldn't help but allow his thoughts to trail towards the two men who had removed themselves from the group. Hopeful that Jack's words were the right decision to make and that this wasn't going to backfire.
The two were gone for just over an hour when Dipper stood and walked after the direction that they had gone in. He had been worried since they had left and that had only grown when he realized that there was no signal in the area that they had set up camp, surely a planned effort to pull everyone away from technology for the weekend. As Dipper walked through the trees he struggled to see through the darkness as he grew further away from the campfire which the group happily sat around. He moved between two trees and came to the edge of an open clearing, the moonlighting the area freely with the lack of leaves blocking the area, Dipper spotted the two a couple of yards away from where he stood, Bill, sitting on a rock while Damien sat on the ground with his legs up in front of him, both of them calmly speaking to each other. He slowed his walk and watched from a distance, barely being able to see them in the moonlight.
He was just about to head back when he heard his phone chime. Confused, Dipper pulled the device out and opened the message. The contact read 'Unknown' and the message consisted of a photo of the two men talking taken from the other end of the opening from where Dipper was currently standing. Panic seized in his chest as he double-checked and confirmed he had no service. While confusion still sat in his head, he dashed over to his lover.
"There's someone here!" he said rapidly as he grew closer to them and held the phone up being cautious of speaking too loudly to alert whoever it was that was watching them.
Bill and Damien looked over to the frantic man running their way, their expressions calm but alerted.
"What?" Damien asked, getting to his feet. Dipper faced the phone to the two and pointed to the end of the small meadow they were in.
"Someone took your photo from over there," he explained in a hurry.
Memories from the practice at the Shack came rushing back. Back when Mabel and Dipper's groups practiced together and Bill had received a photo message of the group practicing taken from outside of the shack, also from 'Unknown.'
The former demon rose to his feet as well and took both Damien's and Dipper's arms with both hands, pulling them back towards the group with rapid movement.
"We need to leave," he sighed, moving quickly. "Show that to Pacifica."
"We can't just abandon the trip," Damien whined, moving his arm out of the former demon's grip and around his shoulders. "We just kissed and made up!"
Bill rolled his eyes but smiled. "I mean from where we are right now," he explained. "We are safer as a group than split up."
Dipper couldn't agree more. A smile grew on his face at Damien's actions. A few weeks ago, this would have made him upset. But now, he couldn't help but feel joy at the sight of Bill happy to be on good terms with Damien again. The shorter male locked their arms together and the three made their way quickly back to camp.
The trio returned to the camp within minutes, not taking any time to stall. Dipper explains the confusing message and gave his phone to Pacifica, knowing she was still having private investigators working on who sent the first photo to Bill.
After the two absent friends enjoyed their s' mores, everyone headed to their tents to change into their pajamas. Mabel and Pacifica were the first to enter the tent to change but just as they were leaving to give Bill and Dipper their privacy, Mabel grabbed Dipper's arm.
"Hey," she whispered to him, her face flushed. "If you hear something tonight, or tomorrow, just try to ignore it or act like you're still sleeping."
Confusion washed over Dipper's face until everything clicked at once. Now was his turn to blush. Dipper's jaw dropped and he crossed his arms.
"Not in the tent!" he scolded in a harsh whisper.
"Please!" she whined in the same low whisper. "She's so hot and I can hardly hold myself back when we sleep together."
"I'm going to be sleeping with my boyfriend in the same tent," he explained quickly, motioning towards the tent that Bill had disappeared in.
"We can have a contest," she snickered, shrugging as if that was just the thing siblings do. Dipper's blush deepened.
"Mable," he scolded in his regular voice, his eyes hardening.
"Okay, fine," she frowned and crossed her arms. "We'll be quiet."
Before Dipper could argue again, the female twin turned away and jogged back to her girlfriend who was sitting next to the campfire again. Groaning, the male twin made his way into the tent.
Bill was already laying down on top of the sleeping bag with sweats and a nightshirt on. This is one of the very few times where Dipper had ever seen Bill wear clothes to sleep. And he looked downright miserable. A smile grew on his face as he watched the former demon raise the front of the shirt multiple times to fan himself.
"This is going to be a bad night," he grumbled to Dipper. Dipper moved quickly and sat on his knees on the soft sleeping bag, straddling Bill. He placed a longing kiss on the base of Bill's neck his hands instantly pulling at the shirt.
"Oh?" Dipper whispered pulling away from his neck, Bill raised an eyebrow and placed his hands on Dipper's hips. "Is there a reason?" he asked and kissed his lips.
"I overheard Mabel warning you that she and Pacifica were going to fuck while we sleep," he explained nonchalantly.
"Want to beat them to it?" Dipper smirked playfully. Bill laughed and shook his head.
"As much as I love seeing you like this," he rolled his hips and Dipper could feel his heart quicken, sending heat down to his member at the minor friction. "I would like us to be alone so I can hear all your pretty noises." A glimmer of want was in Bill's eyes as he spoke his voice husky with want, stroking Dipper's thighs slowly. Heat pulsed through Dipper's body and a small moan escaped his lips.
"What makes you think I'll be the one making pretty noises?" Dipper questioned, leaning down a bit and fully grinding into the former demon. The friction caused Bill to quickly harden and arch his back a bit, biting his bottom lip while his eyelids fluttered.
"Good point," he moaned teasingly, panting softly. "Now get off before we can't stop."
Dipper chuckled against Bill's lips before pressing against them. The kiss was deep and passionate, full of desire from both parties. Their tongues flicked together and rubbed against each other, sending jolts of pleasure through their chests and directly to their erections. The former demon broke the kiss when Dipper began grinding against him roughly. Dipper's legs began quivering in desire, struggling to hold himself up for much longer. Bill's head leaned back to expose his neck, panting harshly but didn't make any sound.
The exposed skin sent adrenaline through Dipper. He leaned in more and bit the flesh, biting down until he felt the former demon shaking with need.
"Fuck me," Bill whispered out harshly, bucking his hips up in a search for more friction.
These words drove Dipper mad, biting down harder on his lover's neck and sucking, trying to leave a dark mark. Sweat beaded down Dipper's forehead as his hands made their way down to grip Bill's butt through his sweatpants. The former demon moaned at the touch and wrapped his legs around his lover's waist.
"Everyone is still awake, you know!" a sudden voice that at that moment Dipper couldn't place called, jolting Dipper and Bill back into reality.
"Yeah, y'all know we can hear you right?" Jack's voice chuckled.
Dipper released the former demon's neck and stopped moving. Panting hard, Dipper sat upon his lover and stared down at him. Bill was panting as well with a flushed expression, his eyes gleaming with want.
"He's just too hot," Dipper called back without looking away, using Mabel's words. This earned Dipper a jab in the stomach from his blushing lover. Of course, Bill wore a smile on his face and was quick to pull Dipper back down for another 'innocent' kiss.