Withered Roses (Billdip)

Touch • #7

Black, Blue, Black, Blue, heck even white. 

Color after color, silk top after silk top, Dipper was beyond tired. 

But now there was a crowd of around 15 watching him try on suit after suit. He was hungry, itchy, and wanted to die. Heck, he's almost passed out on Bill's bed a couple of times. 

Right now he's in a deep navy blue silken suit with tails. 

Dipper stands with his arms out and spins slowly, The people in the room slowly nod their heads, just as tired as Dipper is. Bill checked his black wrist watch, "Well Pine Tree, thank you for the show, but I think it's time to wrap it up".

Dipper almost cried out in joy, instead he face planted into Bill's soft blakets. Bill laughed and shooed everyone out of the room. "It's quite late darling, I'd hate for you to get lost in the dark," He set down next to Dipper's head, "Why don't you stay here for the night? Hm? I'm sure the cooks are gonna make something nice for breakfast tomorrow?". Dipper turned his head only to to see Bill's black panted leg, he didn't even care anymore. "Mmmm ya sure" He said groggily as he slowly slid off the bed onto the floor. 

Bill clapped his hands together, "Lovely! I'll go find you some clothes to sleep in, I'm sure I've got something!". Dippe was slowly falling off the bed, eventually only having his chin to the soft black blankets, the rest of his body was draped down the side, laid sloppily on the floor, dirting the nice suit of the polished wood floors. 

Dipper heard the click of Bill's shoes on the floor, then a soft gloved hand in his hair. God, it felt good. The hand ran through the rough brown curls, slowly combing the knots out. Dippers sleep desperate brain melted into the touch, wanting nothing more than to sit here forever. "Here you go you dork" Bill says as he drops some black cloth clothes on Dipper's head. He removes his hand from Dipper's hair, Dipper almost whines from the lack of touch. Dipper listens as Bill's shoes walked into a different room closing the door behind him.

Dipper slowly gets up and rubs his eyes, he grabs the soft black clothes that he was given. He slowly sheds teh expensive suit that clothed his body. He was left naked except for his underwear, he felt odd, being naked in someone else's room. He shrugged as he shimmed on the black pants, whatever, not the strangest thing he's ever had to do. 

He had the black shirt on him,  a couple of the buttons on the bottom where already done, but he looked like he had a deep V-neck. And of course that's when Bill made his return. Dipper looked over with a lazy glance only to be meet with a shocking sight. Bill, Dressed in a soft yellow night gown, draped in a matching yellow silk rope hanging off his shoulders. "What the heck are you wearing?" Dipper asked as he finished buttoning his narrowed shirt. Bill ignored his and walked over to Dipper, where he tugged and pulled at the clothes, "A little big, we'll be sure to get some clothes in your size if you plan to stay here longer". Dipper rolled his eyes, "Bill I have a house". Bill scoffed and sat down on a side of the bed, "Ya but it feels polite to have some stuff for you here, everyone's got at least something here, even if they don't stay here full time!". Dipper groaned and flopped on the other side of the bed, "I'm sleeping here, I don't car anymore".

Bill rolled his eyes and slid under the covers, "Whatever Pine Tree just hit the lights".  Dipper turned off the lights and rolled under the covers, almost instantly passing out in the soft bed. 

"Pine Tree?" Dipper heard Bill whisper.
"What is it?"
"Would you mind it if I touched you?"
"That's kind of an odd request..."
"I know, I know. But I'm honestly serious!"
"Sure go for it, It's your bedroom anyways"
"......"

Bill rolled over and hugged himself into Dipper's back. "Thank you..." Bill whispered. God, Dipper was glad the room was pitch black, or else it'd be quite awkward to explain the red blush on his face.

Bill watched Dipper's breathing turn in a steady slumber. He sat him self up in the bed keeping a hand on Dipper's shoulder. His breathing turned unsteady as silent sobs broke through his mouth. Tears stained the satin gown he dawned. 

He felt pathetic, useless, small, helpless.

He hated it, god how he hated this feeling. 

He couldn't help it.

He sniffled a little, wiped his eyes with his arm, and laid back down. Dipper's sleeping form rolled over and laid himself in Bill's arms. He smiled a little, laying his chin on Dipper's head, smelling his hair. 

Maybe it was ok to feel like this