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Dipper stopped in the middle of his work and looked up. A certain demon was coming running down the stairs and into the Mystery Shacks gift shop with a sad look on his face. Dipper shook his head as the demon came over to him.
“Pine Tree, I ran into the door again…” Bill mumbled under his breath, clearly embarrassed. Dipper just smiled sweetly, overbearingly looking down at the blond.
“Forgot you have little to no power left, I assume. Here,” Dipper pressed a small, sweet kiss onto Bill’s blond hair and Bill smiled, looking up at him like a child Christmas morning. Dipper just shook his head.
“I gotta get back to work, okay? I’ll come upstairs later. Maybe we can read something together?” Bill nodded and went back upstairs. Although that wasn’t without looking back at Dipper, the once so awkward kid. He had grown up, no doubt. 21 years old, tall and oh so handsome, if you asked Bill. The demon had fallen heads over heels for the brunet. Bill came back with limited powers and his own vessel years ago – Dipper was suspicious at first, but their friendship had grown. Dipper seemed so calm and comfortable around him now. But he knew his attraction to the other was one sided. Dipper had never picked up any of his flirting, nor did the brunet ever flirt with him.
Bill let out a sigh as he threw himself on their shared bed. He let a small scream escape him. He was frustrated, that’s for sure. His head felt dizzy and his chest clenched when he was around Dipper, but nothing worked. None of the tips he had gotten from Mabel had worked to woo the brunet.
“Hey Bill, are you still awake?” Dipper asked as he opened the door into their room. He wasn’t surprised to find Bill sitting on the bed reading, with a frown on his face. Dipper chuckled.
“I can’t believe you started without me!” Dipper said in a joking, offended tone. Bill just looked up from the book and stuck out his tongue. Dipper smiled and came over, sitting on the bed behind Bill. Bill felt his face heat up. Dipper rested his head on Bill’s shoulder tiredly.
“Let’s get to bed, shall we?” The brunet asked. Bill nodded and threw the book aside.
They both got ready relatively quickly and went to bed. Dipper laid on his back and Bill sprawled himself out over him. From what Mabel explained, friends didn’t usually sleep like that. Lovers did. But Bill knew they weren’t nothing more than friends. And it hurt oh so badly.
Bill couldn’t sleep. Dipper on the other hand went out like a light, leaving Bill to listen to his slow breathing and his beating heart. Bill sat up on top of Dipper, careful not to rest too much weight on the other’s middle. He rubbed his hands over Dipper’s clothed chest. There was no reaction. Dipper just kept on sleeping peacefully. Bill’s mind was blurry from being so tired, but his body was frustrated. The blond sat himself on the edge of the bed and slid his hands down his own bare chest, sticking one of them into his boxers. Hard. Bill shivered, as he took gentle hold of his hard member. He slid his thumb over the tip, letting out a sigh. He knew it was risky, he knew Dipper might wake up, and he was afraid of the consequences, but right now, he couldn’t care less.
Bill only got to enjoy himself for a very short time, before he heard a rustling behind him. He quickly got his hand out of his boxers and sat up a little too straight, his freckled face and chest completely flushed. Dipper sat up in the bed, resting on his elbows.
“Bill...?” He asked, mouth forming the word slowly, as he rubbed his eyes with one hand, still leaning on his other elbow. Bill let out a gulp. So far, it didn’t seem like Dipper had noticed much. Dipper then sat fully up, laying his arms slouched over Bill’s shoulders.
“I thought I was able to move. Guess it was because you weren’t on top of me like always,” Dipper’s word choice frustrated Bill oh so terribly, but he tried to calm himself down mentally, “Are you okay?” Dipper asked, voice sweet and calm as his loose arms took a tighter grip around Bill’s chest, holding him flush against his own chest. Bill nodded frantically, hoping he had calmed his blush a bit. Dipper pulled him into an even closer hug.
“Are you sure?” He asked, and true worry and concern was painted in the brunet’s voice.
Bill just sat there for a moment, looking at the wooden floor boards.
“No.” He finally replied silently. Dipper’s face twisted into worry and fear.
“Did something happen? Were you hurt badly when you hit the door earlier? I’m so sorry if I didn’t-“ Bill stopped him.
“No, it’s nothing you should worry about. Let’s go back to sleep.” He said as he tried to wiggle free of the brunet’s grip. Dipper furrowed his eyebrows and let go of Bill. Bill waited for Dipper to lay down, so they could go back to sleeping, but Dipper didn’t move an inch. They sat there in silence for a good long time. The moonlight shining through the triangular window bathed the room in soft, blue light. Only the bed was in shadow.
Dipper broke the silence.
“Bill. Tell me what’s wrong. We can only build a strong, healthy friendship if you tell me.” Bill crossed his arms and pouted.
“You’ll just get mad and push me away if I tell you.” Bill said annoyed.
“Don’t be so childish, I would never-“ Again Bill interrupted Dipper. This time with his voice raised and tears collecting in his eyes.
“I love you, damnit!” Dipper blinked dumbfounded for a moment.
“Wait, what? Did I hear you right- Oh god, Bill, don’t cry, please, oh god…” Dipper went to give Bill a big, comforting hug. He had heard the demon say “I love you” just a moment ago. He wasn’t sure if it was true, but he didn’t care. Tears was streaming down Bill’s face and Dipper’s concern for his dear friend was stronger than his concern for the exact words. Bill turned around, body slightly twisted, to rest his forehead on Dipper’s shoulder, sobbing and shaking. Dipper kept his arms around the small blond as he let him cry out.
They sat like that for a couple minutes, but it felt like hours. Good hours. They were hugging and it seemed like a lot of Bill’s bottled up emotions were coming out through the stream of tears.
Finally, Bill pulled out of the hug and Dipper let go. He gently dried the tears off Bill’s freckled cheeks.
“Dipper, I’m really sorry about this. I’ve just…admired you for a long while, but you don’t seem interested and that’s fine. I’ll try to take myself together, I promise.” Dipper just stared at him for a while.
“Who said I wasn’t interested? Don’t I kiss you when you’re hurt, don’t we cuddle every night? Bill, we’ve been acting like a couple for almost a year now. Only thing we haven’t done is actually dating.” A small chuckle left Dipper’s lips. Bill lit up more and more for each word, though he still seemed somehow concerned.
“But Mabel said that when you like someone, you, like, do stuff with them…you know, touching, s-sex…all that… It’s just… Is there something wrong with me?” Dipper just smiled reassuringly down at Bill and gave him a small kiss on his hair.
“Mabel says so much. But lemme tell you something, a little detail Mabel seem to have forgotten, when she gave you that advice… I’m asexual. I don’t feel sexual attraction.” The brunet straightened his back slightly and looked at Bill, who was slowly looking from the bed and up at him. He didn’t even seem mad at Mabel, he just seemed…lost.
“So…I have no chances with you at all? Thanks for letting me know…” Bill looked so lost. He looked like he had lost everything. And in a flash, he was gone.