Alternate Ending (BillDip)

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Warning: this chapter contains mature content. Reader discretion advised.

     Bill and Dipper sat around the campfire, roasting marshmallows and making small talk. Bill noted several times how much he was enjoying the weather, though he wasn't trying to be redundant, he just really enjoyed the weather that day. Dipper couldn't help but giggle at his eccentric quirks that really made themselves prevalent out in the forest. He seemed to be more in touch with his true nature when he wasn't so connected to society.

     Dipper ran to his truck to grab a sweatshirt and a can of beer for himself and Bill. He had been saving his favorite pack of beer for a special occasion, and this was very special since Bill had never tried alcohol before.

     "Is something spectacular supposed to happen when I drink it?" Bill asked, cracking open the can and peering inside.

     Dipper grinned, "Not really, it just makes you feel...different. Although, it doesn't normally affect me all that much."

      Bill took a ginger sip of the beer, and his face twisted into an expression of disgust. "It tastes...wrong?"

      The other man took a long drink of it, wiping his face afterward. "I don't know, I think it tastes pretty good. Sometimes it takes a few cans to get use to the flavor."

     Bill tried it again, still trying to enjoy the strange beverage. He finished the can, then threw it down to the ground. He couldn't see straight.

     "What...is this weird feeling?" Bill mumbled as he grabbed the sides of his head.

     Dipper smirked. Lightweight, he thought.

     "I...want more," Bill stated as he stood and reached for another can. He drank it almost too quickly, reminding Dipper of a high school party he had once gone to; all the popular kids were able to drink full cans of beer in only a few seconds.

     Dipper finished his can, and grabbed another, "Do you still dislike the taste?"

     Bill crushed his third can under his foot, "I'm still not sure of it. But I like how it feels."

     Dipper moved closer to Bill, handing him another can. "So it's affecting you already, huh? I normally don't feel anything for a while."

     Bill shrugged, "I feel...more energetic."

     Dipper threw an arm around his boyfriend and took another sip of his beer. "It's different for everyone." He kissed Bill's cheek softly.

     Bill smirked and set his can down on the grass-covered ground. He wrapped an arm around Dipper's waist and pulled him closer, landing a barrage of kisses along his collarbone. Dipper's eyes fluttered shut in ecstasy; he had never shown public displays of affection before, though there likely wasn't anyone for miles.

     Dipper stood, pulling Bill by the hand over to the truck bed where he knew they would be the most comfortable. Bill pushed his Pine Tree up against the side of the truck, holding his hands hostage as he bit and licked up and down his neck. Dipper tried to break free, wanting to speed along the process, but Bill was adamant; he was completely under his control. Soon, Bill was taking off Dipper's shirt, allowing his affections to reach places Dipper was craving. Bill moved down the center of Dipper's torso and down to his hips, finding there were still bruises from the last time they had been together. He gently traced them, feeling a strange mix of remorse and pride. They were proof that he belonged to Bill.

     Dipper wove his hands through Bill's hair, tugging at the blond mop gently. He needed more. Dipper grabbed Bill under the chin and led him back up until their lips locked together. Dipper was careful, but Bill was reckless. He bit Dipper's lips, he ran his nails up and down his back until their were long, red stripes. Dipper loved it.

     Dipper's hands moved with a newfound fury, trying to find his way past Bill's jeans. Bill only laughed, doing nothing to aid him; watching his boyfriend in this much agony only made Bill's torturing worse. He trailed his fingers up Dipper's sides, causing his eyes to roll back into his head.

      "Bill...please..." Dipper moaned, his raspy voice filled with desire. A shiver ran down Bill's spine.

     "Oh, Pine Tree, are you that desperate?" He whispered in Dipper's ear, biting his way back down until he crashed against his lips.

     Finally Dipper undid the button and zipper and dropped down to his knees, wanting to give back to his boyfriend that never seemed to stop giving. Dipper gripped Bill's length tightly; Bill's knees almost gave out. He hadn't exactly noticed how aroused he had become just from watching. Dipper glanced up to examine Bill's reaction while he took him in his mouth. Bill let out a long, loud groan, pulling Dipper's hair and grabbing the truck for balance. With each movement, Bill sped closer to his release, and he had to stop Dipper much faster than expected.

     The two climbed into the truck of the bed, pulling a blanket on top of them so they weren't as exposed. Dipper rolled on top of Bill, kissing him once on the lips. "I love you...so much..." he whispered as he brushed his hand through his boyfriend's hair.

     Bill's eyes grew wide. They had never officially said they loved each other. He didn't react for a minute, simply holding Dipper close. "You love me?"

     Dipper pulled back, looking down at him. "Of course I do."

     The two became one once more.

(( Author's Note: I apologize that this chapter came so late. It's really hard to write smut lmaoo.))