Seven Year Deal (BillDip)

I Never Wanted to Let You Go

The cool air of a summer night held a different atmosphere at midnight than it did at nine at night. Roads had become vacant except for the occasional driver that passed on through with a destination far off in the distance. Street lights illuminated the town like stars that were close enough to reach. Now and then a bed room light was visible from the streets and it showed a sleepless soul. Two teens had found themselves inside of their crappy station wagon that they bought together. Beneath the brunette, the blond already angled his seat back so that his boyfriend's butt didn't hit the horn again. They kept the windows cracked so that the windows didn't fog up once more. It had been like a sauna in the rust bucket the last time. 

Tonight was a night of silence as the two lover's marked each other's skin with bruises and bites. Hair got tousled as their breaths became ragged. Both of their work clothes had become disheveled as toes curled in a pair of rubber work shoes. When the human pulled away to catch his breath, his shudder was enough to cause a grin to spread across a pair of tan lips. The moon was hidden from sight tonight and the animals in the forest pranced around. The tan vehicle sat on a dirt path, hidden from the street view and any curious eyes. As the twin calmed his erratic heart rate, the more mischievous of the two continued to leave hickey's along pale skin. Neither of them left marks above the collarbone though. If they did that would spell out trouble for the both of them.

"Be-Benjy," Dipper shuddered as he tried to collect his thoughts. "I-I have to go ho-home."

"But we're having so much fun," the caramel skinned teen mused as he hummed softly against his boyfriend's skin. 

The human lost himself once more in the way his boyfriend touched him and kissed his skin. Teeth grazed his shoulder and he let out a whisper of a moan. Meanwhile, the blond had a difficult time with his thoughts. All they were able to focus on was the teen in his arms. It had been hard for him to describe, even to himself. When it came to his lover, nothing quite made sense. These emotions would overtake him and drove him to his breaking point. Whenever he found himself alone with his delicious treat, he couldn't help but indulge himself in it. He didn't know it it was love or pure infatuation. It didn't matter at the end of the day though. Because it was at night where he could allow himself to get lost in everything Dipper. The taste of the teen's soft flesh, the sweet sound of his soft moans, and the feel of his slim body against his own.

"I'm-I'm serious, Benjy," the male twin collected himself and pushed his boyfriend back by his shoulders. At this distance it was easier to control his thoughts. 

Benjy had been a sight in Dipper's eyes. The exotic teen had his blond hair messed up and his clothes shuffled around to expose the dark bruises against his tanned skin. His golden eyes almost glowed in the darkness and held a stare that made it nearly impossible for the human to refuse. His stare held such an intensity that the male twin felt himself melt a bit on the inside. Only he ever got that stare from the teen across from him. Only he knew what it felt to experience Benjy's soft kisses and playful bites. 

"Well, maybe a little longer couldn't hurt..." Dipper's arms slacked which gave his boyfriend the perfect opportunity to pull his lover's body back against his owns.

"Glad you see it my way, Pines~" Benjy purred in his lover's ear before he gave it a nibble. That caused the human to blush terribly, and the blond loved the sight of it. 

"What about straight home from work, did you not understand?" Gruncle Stan did his best to keep his voice down as he stared at his great nephew in disappointment. 

The brunette avoided the glare and cupped the back of his neck. He had to bite his lip to keep the smirk that threatened to spread across his face in place. Maybe he let things get a little too far because of the two of them ended up in that rust bucket for a good two hours. It was now close to two in the morning. However, the twin was just glad that his hickey's were all covered for.

"Do you want the, work ended up being late, excuse?" The brunette questioned as he finally met the stare of his gruncle Stan.

"We want the truth," gruncle Ford interjected as he stood up from where he had been seated prior. He never intervened in the past, but tonight was different. They're already five years into the deal and Bill was nowhere to be seen. That meant that whatever he had planned was major and they all had to stay on their toes to protect Mabel. 

"The truth?" The stunned teen echoed as he stared at his two gruncles. Usually, they didn't mind a dumb excuse. They would dismiss him for the night, but tonight was different. The male twin couldn't gauge if that was a good or a bad thing though. As silence ticked on, it ended up obvious that it was trouble for him indeed. 

"Okay... The truth is, that one of my co-workers is a classmate. Our schedules match up pretty well and on nights like tonight where we don't have school tomorrow the two of us usually just work on school stuff together. He's really nervous about his grades dropping because if they did his parents would flip on him. I kind of tutor him," the lie was easy to tell. It felt as if Dipper had exhaled softly. 

Benjy, a few months back, decided that they needed a back up plan in case anyone questioned why the human got home so late. So the two of them spent the time as they created this elaborate scheme. At the time he thought that his boyfriend had been paranoid, now he was glad that they spent so much time on the perfect lie. 

"If he needs your help that badly, you don't have to wait until after work," gruncle Ford commented. Meanwhile, Stan stood there with his mouth open in shock. He thought for sure that his great nephew was up to something dirty for the first time in his life. Sadly, he had been wrong. "You two can meet up whenever. Heck, you can even bring him over here some time when all of us our out. That way no one will disturb you two." 

"Thanks gruncle Ford, soooo am I free to go?" Dipper questioned as he dragged his hand through his oily hair. 

Both of his gruncles let him go for the night with a simple dismissive wave. When the male twin made it into his bedroom, he removed his collared work shirt and collapsed down on his bed. The room had more space now that Mabel moved out. It had been a year without her up in the room, she now resided down stairs in the old room with the freaky carpet. She enjoyed her privacy though, and Dipper really enjoyed his privacy. 

"I could just eat you up," a familiar voice purred in the darkness. Before the male twin could sit up to meet his boyfriend in the room, a familiar body already straddled on top of him. Benjy positioned himself so that his butt rested on his boyfriend's hips while his knees helped hold him on the bed.

"Come back for more?" The brunette teased as he pulled his best friend down by the neck. The past year had been a blur of kisses and touches whenever the two of them were alone. Part of Dipper wished that he revealed his feelings sooner to Benjy. All it took was some strong liquor at a dumb sweet sixteen and he spilled his guts to his best friend. Despite the embarrassment in the morning after that dreadful night, he still wouldn't change a single thing.

"You know it, Pines," the blond began to kiss along the pale teen's exposed chest. "They had you down there pretty long, what's up?"

"Nothing, but I had to use our escape route tonight," the human sighed as he wrapped his arms around his lover's shoulders. "However, they did say that you can come over whenever you like. Even when I'm home alone."

"Oh, I'll certainly have to take them up on that," a pair of honey colored lips whispered against the flesh of the human. 

The two of them said enough for the night and went back into their mission to get lost in one another. It wasn't often that the two of them could let it all out, but Friday night's were usually the night's that the two of them could be alone for hours without anyone interrupting the two of them. During weekdays it was harder for the two of them to meet up. Benjy's parents had him booked with fencing, piano lessons, and language lessons. Meanwhile, Dipper joined the school's newspaper and art club in hopes that it would look good on a college resume. Still, Friday nights were the one thing that Dipper looked forward to every single week.