The day was bright, with the cold chill of the wind crawling up Dipper's jacket as he waited outside the closed school.

His nerves had him in a worry. 'What if Bill stood me up? Or what if this was all some joke? Should I just go home? It's almost been 7 minutes— I can't take it!' These thoughts ran through his mind like an unstoppable train, moving at high speeds.

"Hey, you should up!" A voice called out to him; that sweet, mischievous tone sent shivers up his spine as he turned to face Bill.

If it wasn't so cooled out– I would be obvious that Dipper was blushing. Bill stood cheerfully in front of him. He wore a red beanie, a black jacket huge from his shoulders. His shirt was white with a thick black outline of a triangle in the middle. His jeans were light grey with a chain connecting to his wallet in his back pocket. He still had his gold piercings in, along with his ring. His blood hair was messy, like he just woke up. It all made Dipper blush pure red, luckily it was freezing outside so no one will ever know.

"Yeah. I little to be on time," he said as he walk over to meet Bill.

Bill smiled," then should we get going?" He asked waving the glasses from his jacket pocket. Nodding, Dipper fallowed Bill down to the bus stop. "Hey, you haven't eaten have you. Maybe we could get something?" Bill offered.

"No, I haven't," Dipper said," if it's ok with you— we can go," he muttered.

The smile never left Bill's face," ok then. I'll pay,"

"No! No. I— I'll pay," Dipper said— his face redder then ever.

"Nope. Not happening— I'm paying. That's that," Bill said, pulling Dipper onto the bus.
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Dipper sat silently at the table, the place was warm, but awkward. People kept coming up to talk to Bill, asking him for his number, if he was single, hitting on him. Dipper was just there— sitting quietly in anger and annoyance at the woman that openly flirted in front of a family restaurant. The men that asked if—

"Hey, you okay?" Bill asked, his concerned look in his eyes filled Dipper with surprise— a joyful one.

"I'm fine. It's just a little awkward with people always coming up to the table," he sighed in a soft chuckle.

"Yeah sorry, this always happens, I hate it," Bill sighed, leaning forward on his palm— a soft, yet smug smile on his lips.

"So?" Bill started," you're pretty smart aren't you?" Bill chuckles. Dipper nodded. Even though he's only 16, he could graduate now, and head off to university whenever the hell he wanted at this point.

"Yeah, I guess," Dipper said, staring down at his good.

"Now you're being modest," Bill laughs," you could've graduated last year if you wanted," Bill smiles.

His praise made Dipper's face blush, people tell him all the time that his one of the smartest kid in the past decade, but the same words over, and over again just got dry, and Dipper stoped caring. "It's not that big of a deal. I just prefer to self study more— it's not like I know all the secrets to the universe,"

"You might as well have," Bill cocked a little smirk on his face. Dipper was surprised at his words. "Well now I'm bored— I know!" He said excitedly," let's go watch a movie," he said happily.

"But— wait, didn't— didn't you say we were going to fix my glasses?" Dipper asked in a confused tone.

"Yeah, and we will. I just want to go see a movie, and you're coming along with me," he teases.

Dipper's face was pure red at this point— but he was happy." Um, ok," he smiles softly.

"Great! Let's go," Bill cheered excitedly.
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The theatre was pitch black at this point, besides the movie playing in front of us. A movie Bill raved about the whole walk here. His voice was was filled with excitement and energy, but now he was sitting quietly as the movie played on.

It was funny, laughable. The guy so full of life, and can never kept his mouth shut, like a little kid— is now silent. I couldn't help but let a soft chuckle.

"What are laughing at?" Bill asked, leaning towards me.

"Nothing. I'm sorry," I whispered, trying to hold back my laughter." I just thought it was funny that you can be so quiet. I just thought you were the type to talk the whole movie," I whispered.

Bill chuckles," I am. I was trying so hard not to talk," he smiled softly. "I wanted both of us to enjoy the movie,"

And with that, the silence was broken between us. We spent the entire movie talking and one lining the movie. Just to make fun of it.

When the movie ended, I felt heartbroken that our time was coming to an end.

"Oh shit," Bill said, looking up at the darken sky. "I guess we lost track of time," Bill laughed awkwardly.

Dipper smiled. "That's fine, you can just give me back my glasses. I'll fix them myself," he said, holding his hand out for his glasses.

"Alright, alright. You win," Bill chuckles as he reaches into his pocket to get the glasses. But then stops." Oh no," he makes a shocked face, "I seemed to have forgotten them at home" he teased.

Dipper's face blushed. Was Bill personally doing this? Is this just a game? Why was he—

"Well, it looks like we'll have to met up again if you want them back," Bill shrugged his shoulders. "Or. You could come to my place, and pick them up?" Bill smiled as he started to walk down the street.

Frozen from his words. Was this it? Was he really going to Bill's house?

His mouth dry, his breathing hard. "Wait!" He called as he ran after Bill.

"Oh," Bill smirked," you decided to fallow me after all?" He asked as him pulled closer to his side, to make room for passing strangers.

"I live close by, come on," Bill smiled, grabbing Dipper's hand— pulling him fast and passed the crowed.
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Dipper had forgotten what time it was. All he knew was that it was dark out, and his body was sore.

His eyes were droopy. The dark sky was covered with clouds, giving off a slight tint to it. Sighing heavily, Dipper smelled the sheets of the bed, these weren't his,

"Sleep well?" A raspy voice asked from behind.

Turning his body, Dipper was face
To face with Bill. He was shirtless, his hair messy, and covered with hickeys.

Dipper's face reddened at the sight. "What happened? Where am I?" He asked while looking around the nicely furnished bedroom.

"At my place," Bill smiled as he took a seat next to Dipper. "You were really cute last night," he cooed.

"What—"

Dipper was cut off from Bill's lips touching his. "Pulling back from the soft, gentle kiss, Bill smiled. "I never knew you could be so kinky," he whispered as he pushed a cup of hot chocolate into Dipper's palms.

"What happened last night?" Dipper asked shyly— afraid to know the answer.

"We had sex last night," Bill bluntly said. "You should really take a shower. I was a bit to rough last night," he sighed into his cup, taking a sip.

"We what?" Dipper was stunned. He didn't know what to think.

"We slept together," Bill repeated as he picked up Dipper's naked body up from under the sheets— only to be stopped by the sound of a chain. "Oh yeah," Bill said, looking down at the chain around Dipper's ankle. "Forgot about that," he sighed softly into a chuckle.

Putting Dipper back down, he reached into his pocket, pulling out a key to the shackles.

"Why am I locked up?" Dipper asked. His face bright red.

Looking up at the younger teen, Bill smirked." Well because I wanted it there. You didn't complain at all last night," he said licking his lips. "In fact. You loved it. You begged for it," he coped gently into Dipper's ear as he picked him up once more.

Walking into the bathroom, Bill stood Dipper up against a wall. "Stay still, I'll be right in," he said, walking out of the room.

He was stunned.' What the hell is going on?'

"Ok I'm back," Bill sings as he enters back into the bathroom. His hand slipped down the side of Dipper's hip. "Stand close, I don't want you to fall," he smiled, holding Dipper close to his bare chest.

"I— I still don't know what's going on," Dipper mumbled out.

"Oh, sorry," Bill chuckled as he turns on the hot water. "You got wasted last night. So I guess it's ok that you don't remember," he kissed Dipper's cheek.

"I was drinking?" Dipper whimpered out as Bill gently bit his ear. "What— what are you doing?!" Dipper's face went red.

"I thought it was obvious?" Bill chuckled. " I guess, I'll have to remind you," he smirked against Dipper's ear as he slid a finger into his entrance.

A gasp escaped passed Dipper's lips. His fingers clung to the wall as Bill moved his fingers around his asshole. "Bill—" Dipper let out a sharp moan as he push his body against the wall.

"Look how loose you are," Bill whispered gently as he pushed another finger deep inside Dipper.

Clinging to the wall, Dipper felt Bill's dick up against his back. "Do you like that?" Bill asked in a cocky tone. Tears fell from Dipper's eyes. It did feel good, the feeling was overwhelming.

"Common. Tell me what you want," Bill said. Pinning Dipper up against the wall, he slid the third finger in.

"I—I," Dipper slurred out.

"Come on. Tell me," he chuckled. " you were so honest last night," he teased.

"I like it," Dipper moaned out.

"There we go. So honest," Bill said, removing his fingers out from Dipper.

"What, what are you do—ing?" Dipper asked in a whimper as he turned his head around.

"Now it's time for some real fun," Bill hummed softly as he pushes himself against Dippers hole. Slowly, his dick slides into the entrance, causing Dipper to gasp out in pain and overwhelmed pleasure. Reminding him of last night.
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Dipper passed out inbred shower, the overwhelming heat and passion pushed him to far.

"You need to learn not to keep falling asleep," Bill chuckled as his fingers ran through Dipper's hair.

"I'm sorry," Dipper muttered softly, still drowsy. And not fully aware of his situation.

"That's fine," Bill said. Leaning down, he kissed Dipper's cheek. "We'll have plenty of time train you," Bill chuckled darkly. "After all," Bill trailed off. Gently, he yanked on a chain around Dipper's neck. "Your mine,"

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