The Day Will be Longer than You Think

3: She'll Make You Regret It Later

The next morning was surprisingly peaceful to start off, and Dipper slowly opened his eyes. The smell of a stranger filled his nose and for a split second, panicked about where he was and what he was doing. He remembered that he was at Bill's house and relaxed slightly, leaning back into the warm body behind him. Wait, was that- he turned his head and saw Bill breathing softly, arms wrapped around Dipper's chest.

As he shifted, he realized how clammy and sweaty they both were, scratches and bruises going from his neck to his his upper legs. As he woke up, a large part of him wanted to reach down and cover himself with the sheets that Bill seemed to have shoved down through the night. Then again, he had just had sex with this guy. Being naked together shouldn't be too big of a weight in his mind.

Dipper sat up and Bill began to wake up, his hands gripping at the place where Dipper had been, "Pine Tree, come back," he mumbled into the sheets.

"No. You're all sweaty and I need to get up," said Dipper.

"You can stay here," muttered Bill.

"No, I can't. What time is it?" asked Dipper, craning his neck in search of a clock on the wall. When he couldn't find one it occurred to him that Bill might not think too much of human's measurement of time.

"Why does it matter?" asked Bill.

"Because I left Mabel alone at her house, the only reason I was here was to visit her and some other family," said Dipper, thinking it over, "That leads me to the question, why were you here?"

"Ask me after coffee," said Bill, stretching and laying flat on his back, makeup clearly smeared over his face in the light. He was a mess and for a moment, Dipper felt it was terribly endearing.

"I'm getting a shower," Dipper announced.

"I'm washing your hair," Bill followed up, his voice slightly more clear.

"Why?" he asked.

"Because it needs conditioner if you're going to have it as long as it is," said Bill.

"Since when did you care?" asked Dipper.

"Since I grabbed your hair while fucking you," said Bill bluntly.

"Who said we were doing that again?" asked Dipper, somehow managing to keep himself from blushing at the memory.

"You said maybe last night, and on that chance I am washing your hair," said Bill, reaching up and jabbing at a bruise on Dipper's collarbone, his hand being swatted away.

"Well what if I don't want you to do this to me again?" asked Dipper, motioning to the various markings over his chest, "You're lucky I keep a spare shirt in the car to cover all this up."

"You wound me, Pine Tree."

"You've literally and brutally wounded me multiple times," Dipper retorted.

"Oh, you liked it, don't deny it... besides, we can call it payback for calling me dumb back at the restaurant," said Bill.

Dipper snorted and began to move away, followed by Bill's attempts to grab him and bring him back. Instead he only managed to grab Dipper's ass and earn a disgruntled sound from him before he moved off the bed. Bill lay there, splayed out on the bed as Dipper shook out his legs.

"Damn, that does not feel good, Bill," said Dipper, peering over the scabed spots on his arms that had bled a lot more than he had noticed in the moment.

"Once again, you seemed fine with it not too long ago," said Bill, sitting up and walking over to Dipper.

"Why am I here? I wasn't drunk and yet I still did this," said Dipper, running his hands through his hair. "Did you hypnotize me with some stupid magic shit?"