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Dipper is pissed out of his head. He can tell by the way his feet don't seem to obey him and he finds himself in the center of the crowd more often than not. Will is worriedly trailing after him and has a tentative hand floating above his shoulder just in case he falls.
Dipper feels great.
He finds himself back at the drinks table and Will sternly says, "No."
"Why?" Dipper whines and tries to grab a plastic cup but instead knocks the stack over.
Will sighs and gently guides him away, "You're already drunk and I don't want you to get sick in my car."
He drags Dipper to the couch. "C'mon Will we're not even dancing," Dipper complains and tugs back at Will's hand.
Surprisingly for someone drunk and on the edge of coherency, Dipper manages to force Will to the center where people are dancing. Dipper vaguely recognises it as American Boy by Estelle and tries to get Will to sway to it.
Will somehow manages to look more flushed than Dipper despite being completely sober, but the way Dipper is grinning back at him makes his stiff shoulders relax. "Take me on a trip I'd like to go someday," Dipper slurs enthusiastically swinging his hips and throwing his hands in the air.
Will's laughing and joining Dipper's strange drunk dance and feels the weight of anxiety leave his chest. They dance until the song finishes with the intro of Despacito beginning to blast from the speakers. "You're having fun!" Dipper almost squeals, Mabel would be proud.
He stumbles towards the corridor where it's a little more quiet, Dipper doesn't know why but he thinks Will had something to do with it. "We were having fun," Dipper mumbles and Will only laughs.
"You need water," Will states firmly and heads to the kitchen to get him a glass.
"Thanks," Dipper mumbles taking a sip. "I'm so glad you here."
Will looks surprised and brushes back a strand of platinum blond hair from his eyes. He gets reminded of Bill. "Why?"
"You look out for me and don't get into 'who can get the most drunk' competitions like Mabel does." Dipper's head is spinning.
"I'm the designated driver, that's why." His nose looks too familiar, Dipper thinks. In his hazy mind he can almost see the same nose grazing the grey area between his groin and his stomach; he swallows thickly.
"But still," Dipper persists trying to stop intrusive thoughts of stolen kisses and longing stares. "You're too nice to me."
Will smiles, he never smirks and the corners of his mouth are never sharp. His eyes are blue and always welcoming, never brash or challenging that would cause a spark deep inside Dipper's chest. "It's because you're my friend." Dipper's too drunk to process that Will's voice became tight.
"You're my best friend," Dipper corrects and tightens his grip on the glass.
Will takes a step closer towards him and places an assuring hand on his shoulder. Soft and warm, it grounded him. "Are you alright, Dipper? You look like you're about to be sick," he has that stupid worried look on his face again.
"I'm fine," Dipper bats his hand away. "Just thinking."
He walks to the kitchen and drops the glass in the sink. "About what?" Will's standing in the doorway of the kitchen. He has his arms around his torso, almost protective as if Dipper was about to attack him.
Your brother. "I don't know man," Dipper laughs breathlessly and runs a hand through his hair.
Will looks like he doesn't believe it but he doesn't press. It's Dipper's turn to worry, why is Will being like this? "You okay?" He asks and walks towards Will who's looking at the kitchen tiles.
"Yeah," he replies although he has a hard crease formed in between his brows.
"You know you can tell me anything," Dipper says starting to sober up quickly.
"No I can't," Will declares bitterly.
Dipper suddenly surges up to him and wraps his arms around him. "You wanna talk?" He suggests but Will pushes at his chest and walks away. "Wait, Will!"
He walks upstairs with Dipper behind him. It's much quieter upstairs, quiet enough to hear the way his heart is thumping. Dipper sits next to Will on the bed he finds him on. "Did I drink too much?" Dipper asks but can't get a reaction out of him. "Ignoring me won't solve the problem, I'll sit here until you talk to me."
Will sighs and turns to look at Dipper. "I don't know how to say this," Will's biting at his lip and tugging at his hair.
Dipper leans forward to grab Will's hand out of his hair and tell him not to do that.
Will leans forward to kiss him.
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Dipper can't sleep. His head spins everytime he lies down and the alcohol keeps swishing around in his stomach. He sits up and hugs his knees to his chest. He fucked up badly.
Suddenly he hears small rasping knocks on his window and ignores it, he's grown used to the tree branches scaring him like that. The rasping knocks persist and he turns his head to find pebbles flying towards the window through the slit of his curtains.
He pads over to it and finds Bill in his garden with a handful of small stones that look like they were stolen from his mom's flower pot. He's had a haircut and it makes Dipper's mouth water. He grins at him and Dipper can't help that smile that creeps up on his face. He slides the window open, "What are you doing here?"
"Wanted to pay my favourite Pines a visit," Bill replies and drops the stones back into the pot.
"You're not going to be the favourite when you wake my parents up," Dipper scolds.
Bill solves the problem by scaling Dipper's tree and climbing into his bedroom. "Am I the favourite now?" He taunts and Dipper punches him lightly in the chest.
"I'm not in the mood Bill," Dipper states and slumps down into his bed. "I fucked up."
Bill cocks his head and slinks next to Dipper. "What happened?"
"Will kissed me," he blurts out and wonders if he's still drunk. "I didn't kiss back, I-I hurt him."
"Kid, you can't help the fact that you don't like Will," this time Dipper picks up on the way Bill's voice pitches around his brother's name. "It's not the end of the world."
"He's my best friend and I hurt him," Dipper snaps. "He's your brother, aren't you going to be a little bit sympathetic?"
Bill's jaw clenches and Dipper curls his hands into fists. Suddenly Dipper is pushed back into his bed with his legs splayed on either side of Bill's hips. "Do you want me to make you feel better?" He has his nose buried in Dipper's neck.
Dipper swallows. "Yes please."
He can feel Bill smile against his neck before he's nipping and sucking at the skin. Bill tugs at the hem of Dipper's shirt and he obligingly lifts his arms up so Bill can slip his shirt off before his mouth is back on Dipper's skin.
Dipper grinds his hips upwards because Bill is moving so slow but he's already so hard. They haven't done this in a while. "Easy kid," Bill teases and reaches down to palm Dipper through his shorts. "I'll get there in a moment."
"You're an asshole," Dipper says but works towards Bill's hand anyway. Bill retaliates by sucking too hard on Dipper's neck warranting a yelp. "Bill!"
He leans back and laughs, Dipper has a hand over where Bill's mouth was, fuck that's going to leave a mark. "Oops," Bill says smugly and all Dipper can think is asshole but that's quickly replaced as he's being pinned down again.
Bill kisses him and Dipper hums as he happily kisses back. Bill's hands wander over him, making Dipper squirm under his touch as he caresses his ribs and pinches his nipples.
Dipper has both hands on the hem of Bill's shirt and they break apart so he can slip it over his head before Bill's back on his mouth. He kisses him like he's water and he's not drunk for days. Bill's body is warm on top of his and Dipper's head swims, he loves him.
Bill. Will's brother, his brain helpfully supplies. Dipper thinks there must've been a shift in his mood because Bill moves away, "You're thinking again."
"I'm not!" Dipper protests but Bill looks incredulous. "Maybe a little."
"A little is a whole lot when I'm trying to fuck you," Bill says bluntly and punctuates his sentence by squeezing Dipper's erection through his shorts.
Dipper tries not to whine. "I can't help it."
"I'm going to make sure you won't be thinking, I'm going to make you forget."
Bill leans forward and tugs Dipper's shorts down freeing his hard dick looking flushed under the moonlight seeping through the window. "Commando?" He teases and Dipper shoots him an unimpressed look.
He throws the shorts to the side and rolls one of Dipper's nipples between his thumb and forefinger. His free hand slides down and starts to slide up and down Dipper's shaft. "Bill, please," Dipper keens.
"What?" He smirks, the corner of his lip tugging into a sharp smile.
"I need more," Dipper pleads and Bill flicks his thumb over the head of Dipper's cock, thumb slipping at the precum.
Bill hums thoughtfully but only moves forward to soothe the nipple he'd been playing with, with his tongue. Circling the nub with the tip of his tongue and speeding up the rhythm of the hand jerking Dipper off.
"Bill stop fucking around," Dipper hisses.
He only hums again and sucks harder. "Bill," Dipper sounds breathless and it only encourages him to work his hand faster. "Bill, Bill I can't."
Bill takes his hand off without warning and works the button on his jeans. "You're a jerk," Dipper states propping himself up on his elbows, he was so close.
Bill shrugs his shoulders and shucks his jeans and boxers off in one go. He playfully pinches Dipper's nipple before moving down and swallowing his dick in one swift motion, his nose bumping Dipper's stomach. Dipper gasps surprised and grips Bill's newly cropped hair.
They both hear a wooden floorboard creak dangerously close outside Dipper's closed door. Bill looks up at Dipper who shoots him a warning look and holds his finger up to his lips gesturing him to be quiet.
This only encourages Bill.
He sucks harshly and Dipper bites on his thumb to avoid any noise slipping out. Bill was skilfully moving up and down his length, keeping him constantly trapped in his hot and wet mouth. Without warning Bill reaches under and gently rolls Dipper's balls in his palm, this has Dipper gasping and earns Bill both hands in his hair, tugging and pulling in desperation.
Bill keeps up with his relentless pace, shamelessly producing crude noises as Dipper bit his lip in an effort to not groan out loud. "B-Bill," Dipper hisses and is quickly cut off by a punched groan as he comes into Bill's mouth.
Bill softly tugs at his balls and works him through the aftershocks before pulling off. Dipper's catching his breath as Bill goes to Dipper's bottom drawer and sticks his hand into the back as far as it could go. His fingers wrap around the bottle, pulls it out and shuts the drawer quietly.
He clambers onto the bed and kneels in front of Dipper, "Round two?"
Dipper's eyes widen, he's never gone twice in one go. "What?"
Bill's voice drops, "I want to make you forget and I'm going to make sure of that."
Dipper sheepishly gets on all fours and he knows if he were to turn around and look at Bill, he'd look like the smuggest bastard on the planet. He hears the bottle click open. Bill leans over and presses a chaste kiss on the back of Dipper's neck before prodding at his entrance. "Don't forget to keep quiet, kid."
"I won't," Dipper hisses as Bill starts to fuck one finger in and out of him.
It's not long before he introduces the second one and Dipper is contentedly moving his hips back. "Eager," Bill comments and pushes down on his prostate earning a gasp.
Bill scissors him open and Dipper feels heat return to his gut. "You ready, kid?"
"Make me forget."
That's all Bill needed before slowly sliding in until he reached his hilt. He settles into a leisurely pace that has his dick grazing Dipper's prostate, it's enough to make Dipper hard again.
"Fuck," Dipper grits out and Bill hushes him.
He then presses a hand between Dipper's shoulder blades and presses Dipper's face into the matress. "Be quiet." Bill orders.
Dipper braces himself as Bill works his speed up, gripping his hips as Bill fucks into him. "Nngh," Dipper moans against the mattress.
Bill's sliding out almost completely before snapping his hips back in and it has Dipper's head swimming. He reaches under and starts to pump Dipper's cock. "Already so wet again," Bill pants as his thumb plays with Dipper's slit, dribbling precum.
Dipper muffles his groans by pushing his face into a pillow, he's helpless gripping onto his sheets as Bill's thrusts become shorter and harder. His thighs tremble and he can hear Bill grunting in effort behind him. Bill's hand retreats to Dipper's hips, "Fuck, Dipper you feel s-so good," he's panting as his thrusts become erratic.
Dipper purposefully clenches around him as he sends Bill over the edge, spilling inside him. He stays in Dipper as he recovers from his high. Bill then slips out and Dipper uncomfortably shifts his knees. He's still hard.
Bill plants a soft kiss on the back of his thigh before inserting two fingers into Dipper. He's rocking back into Bill's hand, and whimpering. Bill experimentally prods a third finger and Dipper answers by eagerly moving his hips back. Cum dribbles down his thigh and Bill laps it up warranting a shudder from Dipper.
He wraps a hand around Dipper's swollen dick as he begins to pick pace and presses on Dipper's prostate. "Bill," Dipper's panting as he keeps rocking back into him.
"Such a good boy," Bill coos matching the paces. "Look at the way you're spread for me."
Bill presses the tip of his tongue around Dipper's hole and his thighs shake as he comes hard. He muffledly cries out Bill's name as Bill works him through his after shocks a second time.
Dipper drops his hips and Bill removes his fingers with a wet squelch. "You okay?"
"Amazing," Dipper answers regaining his breath. "A bit gross but wow."
-
Dipper wakes up feeling sated with a slight headache, nothing too bad. He stretches his limbs and tries not to feel good about the soreness in his hips.
He strolls downstairs and sets out cereal to eat. Halfway through his breakfast the doorbell rings. Dipper gets up to open it.
"Can we talk?"