AN: So, today is Chilling with Icecream! It said popsicles would have been acceptable, and I went all pervy... But not in this, just my head xD This is cute fluff~ (also trans Dipper makes an appearance :D)

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The air conditioning in their apartment was broken, and at a very convenient time too - they were struck by a heat wave and Dipper just started his cycle (cramps galore). Even with the ceiling fan on high, Dipper wanted to strip down to nothing and see if that helped. Maybe a freezing shower too. But moving just seemed like a terrible idea, his everything was either in pain or aching. Before he could think more about his options, he could hear the front door opening and keys jingling. He grinned - his boyfriend was home.

He sat up, immediately regretting it. He groaned and slipped back into fetal position, clutching at Bills' pillow all the while.

"Babe?" Bill walked into their bedroom, eyes softening and shaking his head at Dipper. He set down a shopping bag and leaned over to kiss Dippers' forehead. "Hey baby boy, how are you feeling now?"

Dipper looked up when he felt the bed dip under the others weight. He groaned softly and mumbled, "Still feel like shit," before sticking his head back into the pillows.

Bill kissed his hand and nodded before slowly massaging his way up his arm and across his shoulders. He smirked at the tiny sounds slipping out of Dippers' mouth. "I finished the groceries for the next two-ish weeks. I got you extra chocolate and ice cream as you specified. And I brought some extra pads, I noticed in the bathroom you were running out. They're over there in the bag." Bill frowned softly when he brushed his fingers over the tough straps of a familiar piece of clothing. "Dipper? Why are you wearing this inside baby?"

Dipper sighed, rolling over onto his stomach so Bill could continue his ministrations. "I don't feel good right now is all. Both physically and mentally. I'll take it off later, I put it on only an hour ago."

Bill kissed the back of his neck and mumbling, "Sorry to hear that Pinetree, I shouldn't have asked..."

"No, it's fine. Now that you're here, it feels okay." Dipper turned his head and smiled softly, whispering, "I trust you, it's just for me darling."

Bill carefully settled down on top of Dipper, placing butterfly kisses at the back of his neck and shoulders.

"You're heavy."

"I know, work with me here baby boy. I wanna make you feel better with an amazing back massage."

"Then let me take off my shirt dumbass."

Bill rolled over to the other side of the bed while Dipper quickly took it off, stretching slowly so he wouldn't upset his way-to-fragile stomach. "My lower back is fucking killing me babe. Do you mind?"

Bill grinned and tapped his own lips. "Give me a kiss right here and I won't mind."

Dipper giggled and shuffled forward wrapping his arms around Bills' neck. He rested his forehead against the others' before whispering, "Yeah, I think I can do that."

They both smiled, Dipper closing the distance, softly molding their lips together in a sweet kiss. He kept it slow, hands slipping down Bills' front to grip at his tank top. Bill gripped Dippers' face in his hands, tilting his head and carefully took over the kiss.

Dipper pulled back, adjusting them both so he was sitting in Bills' lap. He mock glared at him before asking, "Why do you taste like cherry?"

Bill had the decency to flush. "I might have had one of the cherry ices... I know they're your favorite though, so I bought three boxes. They were even on sale."

Dipper squeaked and hugged Bill tight. "Oh thank you! Can we have some now? Pretty please?"

Bill grinned at his boyfriends' cute pouty face. He nuzzled their noses, mumbling, "Of course we can have some ice cream sweetheart."