So uh... smut warning XD '~' Means beginning of smut, next one end in case anyone wants to skip it? But the 3 last sentences after it are important!

For anyone who followed here from 'Obsessed' I just posted a pic on Da and Tumblr on Bill's final design after... uh yeah last chapters xD

Chapter 6

Sunday 7 a.m.

Dipper decided to wake up early after his... 'date' last night. Bill brought him home just after they were done 'talking' in the park. That was certainly the most awkward date he has ever been on (and it truly wasn't his first). Dipper simply couldn't get the last moments out of his mind, Bill's lips softly pressing against his... Slowly changing into something more rough as their tongues intertwined, it didn't matter if they were in a fucking park, Dipper's mind was too hazy to actually care about that... Bill's hands caressing his face as they made out... His thigh gently pressing against the brunet's crotch.

"Aghhhhhh" Dipper yelled as this thoughts struck him, slamming his head against the table.

Bill even went out of his way to find Dipper's phone number...

What was his goal? Why me? I'm just ... me... What does he see in someone like me?

Thoughts like this never left Dipper's mind. There were many things he would never understand, and one of them was Bill.

But enough of that, the brunet woke up early to finish what he started, the freaking code. He was 100% sure he would get it done today. He knew how close he was, he couldn't stop now, and for some reason just wanted to impress Bill with it... Since nobody has solved it in over 30 years it might actually be quite an achievement. It wasn't thaaat hard but there aren't that many people who are interested in occult arts and paranormal science, so probably not many have even tried. But probably because all of them don't know the truth about these beings just like Dipper and his great uncle knew. It's not like he wanted to prove anything, not like anyone would believe him. Bill would. Dipper realized what his brain was telling him and screamed internally slamming his face into his table once more. But he still wanted to write about these things, to know everything about them and arts involving them, knowledge was something Dipper has always aimed for... Hell he was a nerd. Intelligence was something very appealing to him... fuck.

Dipper shook his head. He drank some coffee and a few energy drinks and began to work on the code. He was determined to get it done.

He told Mabel not to bother him, at least not for today.

Hours passed, once again he spent a whole day working on the code, and none of the outcomes ever made sense. There wasn't a proper name nor number, always some jumbled stuff. Bill said strictly a name and a contact number would come out... Or was he just messing with him...? No, something useful had to come out.

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"Fuck..." He smashed his pen against the table. "Mabel! Come here for a second," he yelled.

"Yeah?" she peeked her head through the door.

"Does this seem like a phone number to you?" He showed her the number he got out, it had 8 digits, which was quite unusual.

"Lemme see." She took the piece of paper taking a closer look.

81586193

"Well, just call, what's the miss?" she answered.

"I did and it didn't work! I was sure I got it right this time... But there isn't even a name," he sighed.

"What does it say then?" she asked.

"It only says 'number', and it's not even the fucking right one and I was so sure I got it right this time," he sighed.

"Well..." She looked at the piece of paper again. "Ask the cute librarian then."

"Mabel!" Dipper blushed. "There is no way he is giving me another hint! And besides... I don't want to bother him with it..."

"Awwww, you actually like him!" she smiled.

"No! I don't..." He sighed..."I don't… But you know I just don't want to bother him anymore with that freaking code, I'm sure he is just tired of hearing all my questions about it... After all, I annoyed him every single day last week with it."

"And he still pays for dinner in a very fancy restaurant," Mabel countered. "Asking once more won't make him mad." She patted Dipper on the back.

"I know... But..." He wanted to say something as Mabel interrupted him.

"No buts!" She sat down on his bed. "Take a break and tell me how your night was," Mabel grinned.

"My night?" Dipper was surprised.

"Yeah, you came home after 12 so I thought something must have happened riiiiight?" she winked.

"No! Mabel, nothing happened!" He turned red immediately.

"I knew it!" she shrieked. "Tell me all about it!"

"I told you Mabel nothing... I don't even like him."

"Did you fuck? Is that why you are so red?" she mocked.

"Holy shit Mabel we did not... Fuck... We made out in the park," he admitted.

"I know how to get you to spill the beans," she laughed. "Was he good?"

Dipper threw himself on the bed next to his sister covering his face with a pillow. "He was so good... Shit Mabel if he would have asked me to go to his place I would have happily agreed."

His sister screeched once more. "So that good huh? So much for you don't like him," she laughed.

"I don't! Bill is an asshole..." He sighed. "He told me stories about his life and how much he has traveled, he told me about the library, damn it Mabel it sounded like he has read every book in existence."

"So not only good looking but smart too?" She elbowed her brother.

"I'm going nuts Mabel... He sounds like he has so much experience in everything... When he tells stories it almost sounds like he was there, heck French Revolution stories! I'm like a kid next to him... What does he see in me? Does he even see something or is he just playing with me... Heck I don't even know how old he is.

"Hmmm," she thought out loud. "Don't be so pessimistic, what doesn't he see, is the proper question. Dipper you are smart, good looking, you are into weird stuff apparently like he is, why wouldn't he like you? Besides he can't be older than 25 or so I mean have you looked at him?"

"No…" he denied.

"Means you check him out 24/7, that's why I like you bro bro!" She patted him on the back. "We have a similar taste in guys."

"That's not comforting..." he sighed

"I know," she laughed. "But hey at least you are opening up." She stood up. "Dinner?"

"Dinner," Dipper nodded.

Both twins went to bed early, well at least that's what each of them said.

Dipper actually tried to fall asleep but his mind went back to what happened the day before… Bill might be weird... Either extremely nice or a complete asshole, but somehow that made Dipper even more curious. He tried hard, like seriously hard, not to think about him… Because he can't like him… He just can't, it can't end up like last time… He can't afford another heart break… But images of the blonde haired guy kept popping into his mind. He sat back on his laptop, trying to play a new game to get his mind off the blonde guy.

Shit… Not again… I'm not into him…

Too late…

Dipper could clearly feel the erection forming in his boxers. It's not the first time since he met the mysterious librarian, but now it was even worse… Just simply thinking of him made Dipper fluster.

That freaking asshole even hacked into his browser history, why was he still getting turned on by him? Why did he want that kiss so bad?

Whatever it was, too late... he couldn't hold it any longer. He softly started rubbing against the bulge in his pants, he always loved the feeling of fabric against his skin. He turned on one of his favourite videos… Of course two guys… Bondage was something he had been digging lately… And Bill knew it… Oh god… But that didn't matter now, he couldn't stop. He quickly dimmed the lights and moved back to the bed, putting his laptop on a chair now much closer to his bed, he lied down on his stomach this time. He began… slowly rubbing himself against the sheets of the bed, increasing the pace… his hands holding to the pillow his face was resting on, grabbing on it as he became rock hard, his own cock twitching in his boxers.

I can't believe I'm doing this again…

He panted softly at the rhythm of his movements, finally taking his boxers off. He pulled his shirt further up without actually taking it off, he began playing with his nipple with one free hand, still moving against the sheets.

"Ah…" he huffed, short soft moans escaped his mouth, not like he cared… Mabel couldn't hear him and he was alone in his room… No need to hold himself back. "Mhm… Ahh…" More sounds escaped him as he began playing with his entrance with his free hand, pinching his own nipples hard enough for the pain to excite him even more. He licked his own middle finger before he carefully inserted it into himself. Thrusting it into himself. He quickly inserted a second finger, he arched his back at his own movements… His fingers moving in and out of himself. Still lying on his stomach, the brunet finally took his own cock, softly stroking it but quickly leaving it to play with his ass again, placing a pillow between himself and the mattress, hastily rubbing himself hard into it as rough as he could.

I can't believe I like getting off this way again…

He quickly reached for a small box inside of his nightstand, swiftly taking out the object inside of it. A small black butt plug with vibrations. Gosh if anyone knew he owned this… He covered the object in lube before he inserted it into himself… He didn't turn it on before it was all in, immediately putting it on max speed, making him whine and grab back onto the sheets.

"Gosh… Ah…" He rocked his hips against the pillow again, he knew he wouldn't last long this way, pinching his nipples hard with his hands. He was such a masochist and he knew it himself.

"Bill… Agh…" He bit his own lip, pressing himself a lot harder against the pillow, the vibrations almost making him lose it… He huffed, panted as he thought about the blonde man, goddamit he wanted him so bad… Something like that had never happened to him before, lusting over someone so bad…

"Fuck..." he exclaimed, before he came into the sheets of his bed…

Minutes passed before he actually stood up… quickly realizing the mess he made and cleaning it up. Well at least he would clearly be able to sleep now. The video he started was still running; he came a lot faster than he thought he would… He quickly turned the video off and closed his laptop, lying down, feeling a lot better than before… Thoughts about Bill wouldn't leave him, but at least they stopped being of that nature, at least for the time being.

Meanwhile, at the other side of the city.

A man was sitting on his bed, smoking a cigarette with a wide grin on his face, a laptop on his lap.

"That was certainly something to watch." He licked his own lips. "I will be sure to make you mine, Pinetree~" He closed it as it went black.

Guys look closer at that Phone number, they are not random numbers^^ ;3 -