Runaway

Chapter 8

(Dipper pov)

I step into the apartment, closing the door behind me and locking it even using the chain lock. Bill keeps saying that I don't need to keep doing this but it helps me feel safer.

Bill steps out of the kitchen, holding something behind his back as he looks at me expectingly. "Well? How did it go? What did they say?"

"I....they actually hired me....I got the job."

"That's fantastic!" He picks me up in a hug and twirls me around making me laugh a bit before he sets me down on my feet again and I see that he's holding a bottle of wine in one hand. "We are going to celebrate."

He rushes into the kitchen and I follow him in there as he grabs two wine glasses. "What if I hadn't gotten the job?"

"Then we would be drowning our sorrows in wine instead. Wine is good for each and every occassion. You should know this by now, Pinetree."

I just smile softly as he pours the red wine into the two glasses. Things have been good since I moved in with Bill. I still am having the nightmares, but they aren't happening as often anymore. I think the last one I had was two weeks ago now. I've told him a bit of what Mark has done to me, but he doesn't pressure me to tell him anything. There are some parts that I believe I will take to my grave and I think he accepts that. He knows better than anyone else that there are some things better left unsaid so not to be relived again.

He leads me to the living room and we sit on the couch as we both drink our own glasses of wine.

"So, when do you start working?"

"Tomorrow, 9 a.m. sharp."

"I told you that the book store would be a great fit for you."

"Yeah, I know you were right."

"I usually am about this kind of thing." We both take sips of our wine. "How have things with your sister been going? You two on good terms at least?"

"Yeah, I think we are at least. I believe it's going good. She's a bit pushy about details sometimes on what happened, but she understands that none of it is anything good. Apparently my dad still lives in this town as well."

"Are you going to reconnect with him as well?"

"I don't know. I haven't seen him since I was 12. I think eventually, when I'm ready for more people to know about my personal life then I will reach out to him. It's just he'll want to know what I'm doing back here and I'm not ready for more people aside from you and Mabel to really know about it."

"It's okay. Like I always say, just take your time." He gently rubs my shoulder smiling that gentle smile of his. I down the rest of my wine feeling a bit light headed at least. Damn it, I hate how I was always a light drinker but I don't want to spoil the celebration already. "Would you like a refill, Pinetree?"

"Yeah, you know it." I smile as he refills the glass and I down half of it already.

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I laugh at his stupid joke about the ocean waving to the pirate. "That was so fucking stupid." I say laughing more.

"Well, it had to be good if you're laughing."

"I only laughed because of how stupid it was." I down my glass again and reach for the bottle to refill it but realize that the bottle is empty. "Oops, we're out."

"We've been drinking a lot." He leans back against the couch and it doesn't take a genius to know that we are both drunk from the entire bottle of wine that we both drank together.

"Why did you ask me to move in with you?"

"I told you, I wanted to help and knew that the other women weren't really helping you as much."

"Was it because you like me?"

"Of course I like you, we're friends."

"You know what I mean."

"Dipper...it....I....."

"Because I like you, a lot. I think I have since you helped me during my first night at that house. You make me have faith in people. Hope that things like love still exist and that it is actually worth the hardships I went through because I'll find someone who truly loves me and won't hurt me like Mark did. My only regret really is that I didn't meet you a very long time ago so we could have spent more time together."

He cups my cheek in his hand gently making me look at him as he lips gently connect with mine. I kiss him bag, my hands grasping at his shirt as he gently lays me on my back and climbs on top of me.

I feel his soft lips on my skin but freeze up feeling his hands go up my shirt and I quickly push on his chest. "S-Stop!....Don't please...."

He instantly takes his hands away and gets off of me as I sit up putting my head in my hands ashamed and embarassed at myself. "Hey, did I do something wrong?"

"No, it's not you, Bill. I'm sorry, I'm just not ready to go that far.....I'm sorry for leading you on or giving you the wrong idea."

"Hey...." He gently holds my chin making me look up at him. "You did not lead me on or give me any wrong ideas. There is nothing to apologize for. You aren't ready and that's fine. I will wait until you are."

"Okay." I cross my legs in discomfort, feeling that some parts of me had gotten a little too excited a lot quicker than I had expected.

"You okay there?"

"Yeah, just...um...."

"You need help?"

I slowly nod my head yes. He has me lay down again as he unzips my jeans.

"What are you....?"

"Just trust me, Dipper." He pecks me on the lips as he pulls my jeans and boxers down to my ankles.

He lowers himself down to my length and I gasp in the sudden and indefineable pleasure as he just takes all of me into his mouth like it's nothing. I lean my head back moaning softly feeling his tongue running up and down my shaft as he sucks it off, this feeling like nothing that I have ever felt in my life.

I rest my hand on the back of his head just running my fingers through his golden locks as the emptiness of the entire room is just filled with my moans until he makes me reach my limit and I moan louder, pressing my palms against the arm of the couch as I finish up in his mouth. He swallows it all up and licks up me one last time making sure I'm clean before he pulls my jeans and boxers back onto me.

He lays behind me with his arms around me. I feel my eyes closing to a drunken and blissful sleep, smiling slightly as I feel him kiss the back of my head.