(God, I'm going to hell aren't I? Ah for fuck sakes..... Okay my readers, um, someone wanted me to do this, please don't hate me)

Hushed moans fill the almost empty room. Dipper's legs lock around an older man's waist, his hands pulling at the blond locks with his back pressed into the wall of the kitchen. They were the only ones home, Dipper didn't have to hold them back, he likes it rough. It's just the guilt.

Dipper hated this idea, hated that he was dating this to his mother. She was his mother, the women that raised him and his sister even when she was 15. Their father was and is a dirty man that got and left his mother after he got her pregnant.

He should be grateful, but instead, here he is, having sex with his mother's boyfriend. Here he was, letting a 28-year-old man fuck the 16-year-old boy into the blue kitchen wall.

Unfortunately, Dipper couldn't help it, he loved Bill.

*

"Everything good at school?" Bill asks at dinner. Mabel and Dipper both look up from their plates of green peas, mash potatoes and stake.

Mabel swallows, being the first to answer Bill's question. "Got an A in art." She smiles while tapping her plate with the silver fork in her right hand. "Also got a part in the school play," she added on.

"That's great baby," her mother praises. "What about you, Mason?" His mother asks.

Sheepishly, Dipper shrugs his shoulders, glancing down at the food on the table. "Nothing special," he says, eyes glancing up to meet Bill's icy blue ones. 'Mom, me and your 28-year-old man boyfriend have been fucking for around seven months. You know, even though you've been dating for almost three years now, I'm fucking him. The usual.' Yeah, that's something new to tell a mother. A guilt ridden sigh leaves Dipper's throat, his eyes braking contact with Bill. "Really, nothing has happened." Dipper puts down his fork and knife before standing up. "I'm going to do my homework, night," he says before walking to the hallway.

"Come on Dip," Mabel calls. Just as she's about to stand, Bill dose.

"I'll talk to him," he reassures, placing a hand on the younger girl's shoulder.

Dreadfully, Dipper's thumbs rub together. His cheeks turn pink, his eyes pool with tears. "Why can't I just be normal," he whispers, looking down at the wooden floor.

"Normals not a good look for you," Bill cuts in, leaning against the door with arms crossed, making the younger boy jump with now, an even reader face.

"Bill," Dipper gasps, arms wrapping around his waist. "Why are you here?" He asks, head lowering once more.

A smirk pulls on the older man's lips as he confidently steps forward. He closes the door, locking it. "Baby, why so glum?" He coons, stepping a foot away from the boy. Dipper didn't dare look up. "Baby, look at me," he hushes, kneeling down to Dipper's gaze, his hands cupping dippers. "Look at me pinetree," he coldly orders, pressing his forehead to the boy's.

A whine leaves Dipper, shacking his head as tears drip from his eyes. "I don't know if I can keep doing this," he chokes. "I love you, but I also love my mom," he sniffles, his body trembling.

Bill's smile becomes sad. Gently, lovingly, his thumbs rubs over Dipper's pale knuckles. "Your mom is-" he stops, sighing heavily, "I love you," he changes his tone. Bringing Dipper's hands to his lips, Bill kisses them. "I love you so much. It's hard, but I promise you. I will solve everything," he hushes into the soft flesh of the boy's knuckles.

Slowly, Bill pushes his lover to his back. He looms over the cute boy's trembling body. "Bill," he whispers, lips quivering. "We did it this morning," Dipper protests even though he wants it even though his nails are digging into Bill's wrists, he has to stop. Even if it hurts.

"I'm horny," Bill bluntly says with a cold tone. "You need to know that I'm going to love you. All night," he hushes, before leaning in to kiss his lover.

A low moan leaves Dipper. He can't help but melt into the Bill's lips. Slowly, Bill pulls Dipper's jeans down. Hands, roughly squeezing Dipper's thighs. "You're still loose from this morning," Bill chuckles into the crock of Dipper's neck, making him moan.

"I want it," Dipper whispers.

*

Dipper woke that morning naked, and cold. The worth from last night was a distant memory. Bill had left for his job and Dipper had to leave for school.

*

The school day was same as always. Mabel had put on her popular persona that everyone loved. And Dipper? He was in the middle of being both hit on and bullied.

It isn't a surprise. Both Dipper and Mabel are attractive, the only difference is, Mabel doesn't look twice at guys that are jerks. She can practically smell them a mile away.

The only reason she's dating Gideon, is because he has changed since middle school. Cut his hair, got a piercing, and is trying to let his true self show. And he's lucky Mabel sees love in him now then rather back in middle school.

Unfortunately, other guys hate Gideon for it. The their jealous. And they take it all out on Dipper.

"Look guys, I'm busy. I can't do it today," Dipper says, stepping backwards.

"Why not? You got nothing important to do, just have some fun with us," one asks, pulling Dipper back in by the wrist. "You love it," he says, smirking.

Dipper chews on his bottom lip. 'I promised Bill I'd stop,' the thought passes him by.

A sigh leaves him, "I can't," he protests, pulling his wrist away.

"Slut."

"Whore. Why can't you just shut up and take it?"

Dipper freezes at the words. His heart bounds in his ears.

"Dipper!" Bill calls, he turns. Hope sparking in his eyes.

Girls seemed to notice. Blushing and giggling at the sight of the handsome guy calling out Dipper's name. His name.

"Who the hell is that?"

Dipper let his guard down, he let it slip. How could he be such a fool.

"My boyfriend."