Like I said, I love to see you squirm.”
Dipper made an annoyed noise and Bill laughed his obnoxious laugh as he followed Dipper out of the bathroom and to their room. “I should’ve known,” Dipper grouched, already wiggling out of his clothes to get into his suit before Mabel harassed them for taking so long.
“Oh, don’t take it so hard,” Bill laughed.
Dipper blushed because he HAD taken it hard. Literally. He kept himself turned away from Bill and prayed his attempting to grow erection would just stop doing whatever it was doing and leave him be. It made putting on his pants a little more uncomfortable as he felt more confined but he just thought of thoughts that would clearly turn him off.
Grunkle Stan’s hairy arms.
Grunkle Stan’s hairy BACK.
Ugh, that helped a lot more than Dipper expected and he pulled on his dress shirt. As he buttoned it up, he turned and glanced at Bill, who was silently doing the same with a focus on his face that Dipper couldn’t help but find endearing. Yeah, Dipper was doomed and he was slowly becoming okay with it.
He turned back with a small smile and finished dressing, fighting with his tie for a few moments before getting it straightened out and tugging his jacket so everything was in order. He turned again and looked at Bill, giving a slight snort as the demon contently pulled on the top hat he’d gotten to compliment his outfi