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It was always Dipper’s job to do the assignments that no one else wanted. It was beyond irritating, to say the least.
Even though he had been working with the pool cleaning company for a little over two years now, his boss would always stick him with the grossest, most undesirable areas, claiming that he just did the work the best, so he was needed for the toughest jobs.
He didn’t buy that though. Dipper was pretty certain that his boss just didn’t like him much. Which was whatever, the job paid well enough, and he was just using it as a paycheck until he got his book published.
Occasionally people would even tip, though it wasn’t really something they were supposed to do, Dipper appreciated it.
“Pines,” his boss, June, harped. “I need you for this new place we just got.”
He groaned. Dipper had just got into work, and now he was likely about to be handed some gross old dude’s house, where the pool would likely smell weird and need to just be fully drained. “Where’s it at?”
The not-so-natural redhead handed him a printed out paper, address and details about the pool filling the page. “Eastside. He says if he likes the first job he’ll become a repeat, which we could use. Don’t fuck it up Pines.” She shooed him away, turning on her heels to go back into her little office, where Dipper was sure she just spoke on the phone all day.
He mocked her under his breath as he turned away, looking carefully at the paper to map out where the house was in his head. “Huh. That’s a private lane,” he mumbled to himself. Well, at least it was a rich person’s house he was going to. Usually, they were a lot cleaner than the people who lived in the less posh areas. Only because of the quality of the at-home cleaning supplies, but still.
With a heavy sigh, Dipper got into his truck and started it up, thankful that he was no longer afraid of the large vehicle. When he first started, he was terrified of crashing the thing since he was only used to smaller cars. But, now he was used to it and navigated to the private lane easily.
It was probably some old, rich, white dude who was probably going to keep his nose up at Dipper the entire time. Thankfully the people usually left Dipper to do his thing after a little while, so he was hoping that this time would be no different.
Though it was a secluded road, there wasn’t a gate like Dipper thought there might be, but he was glad for it since he hated waiting for them to be opened.
The road twisted a bit, branches and leaves obscuring his view of the home.
For some reason his nerves twisted as the house- no, no, mansion - came out from the trees.
It had two levels, the tall walls painted a pale yellow, making the black double doors, shutters, and roof stick out. The place was clearly antique but had obviously been renovated to have modern touches to it.
Dipper could see a little bit of the inside of the house through the windows, the interior matching the strange coloring of the exterior.
“Huh,” was all he could get himself to say about it. Hopefully who ever lived here didn’t match the level of weird that the house had.
The paper had said that the owner, Mr. Cipher just wanted the thing skimmed, the edges cleaned, and new chlorine put in. Easy enough. Something about the name sounded weirdly familiar though. Cipher… Cipher… Where had he heard it before?
Shrugging it off, Dipper put on his happy face, pulling himself from the truck and heading up to the door.
The doorbell was a song that Dipper didn’t recognize, and he tapped his foot to it while he waited for someone to answer. What a weird person. Who made their doorbell music?
A man about his age, twenty-three or so, stood tall, his sun-kissed skin dripping from having just got out of the shower. How did Dipper know that the man had just taken a shower? The golden towel wrapped nice and low on his waist, and his short, golden hair that was slicked back, also drenched, gave it away.
“I thought it might take you a bit longer to get here,” he purred. “I apologize that I’m not decent. Figured you’d probably seen worse… though…” The man trailed off, his eyes narrowing at Dipper. “What’s your name?”
“Dipper. Uh, Dipper Pines.”
“Pines…” The man tilted his head to the side, gnawing at the inside of his cheek in thought. “Oh!” His eyes widened and he smiled in a way that made Dipper’s nerves bundle in his stomach. “Dipper Pines, Mabel Pines’ twin, from high school! Jesus, didn’t think I’d ever see one of you again. Your sister helped make the banner for our Paranormal club that lasted for about two days, remember?”
A sudden flashback of the awful week came into Dipper’s head, reminding him that at one point, he, his friend, and his friend’s weird friend, all wanted to hunt for ghosts and call it a club so the school would let them do it on the grounds. The teachers didn’t approve though, so it didn’t take, and they never got around to doing anything more with it.
“Oh, yeah, yeah. That’s why your name sounded so familiar. You’re rich now?” He mused. “All that weird art you drew finally pick up or something?”
Bill, as he remembered his name now, waved his hand at Dipper. “Fuck no, that shit is awful. I-” he paused and ushered Dipper into the house. “Come inside and I’ll tell you while we’re out back.”
Dipper followed him into the house, still very aware that Bill was nearly naked. In high school, he had been a thin, pale, weird kid, with hair that always stuck out in every direction.
Now though, Bill was a tall, lean, tan, well-groomed man. And fuck was he hot.
“So this pool,” Bill lazily pointed to the large oval pool as he opened the sliding door to the backyard “and the rest of this nice stuff, was all paid for by the death of my dear old grandpa that apparently was rich. Picked a random grandkid and left it all to me in his will. As soon as I turned eighteen I was loaded.”
He nodded as Bill spoke, looking around the wooded backyard. Most of it was lime green grass, perfectly mowed, but further back there were plenty of tall trees, blocking out a lot of the sun. “Pool in the shade, huh?”
“Sometimes shady things are the best things.” His tone sounded suggestive, but Dipper waved it off as his brain being imaginative. And hopeful.
“Uh huh. So I guess I’ll start actually doing my job. Since some of us didn’t luck out,” he chuckled.
“Psht. Okay, I’ll let you do your thing. But, uh, you don’t mind if I hang out while you do, do you? Wouldn’t mind playing a little catch up with you. Especially since you turned out… differently, than I expected.”
Dipper shrugged. “Your house, do what you want.” Look who’s talking, he added silently.
After collecting his supplies, Dipper came back out, seeing that Bill was now draped in a yellow cushioned lounge chair, his towel still on, dangerously low on his hips.
“So, how is your sister? Still colorful and covered in glitter?” The blond was watching Dipper behind a pair of sunglasses that he hadn’t had on before, and there was a small smirk stuck on his lips.
“Uh, yeah.” Dipper had to try really hard not to stare at Bill. His skin was perfectly tanned, an even tone of caramel painting his lean muscles. It looked like the tan went even lower than the towel. He shook his head and went back to the task of extending his skimmer.
Bill let out a breathy laugh. “Ah, you’re transparent, pool boy.”
“Transparent?” Dipper kept working on his skimmer, hoping that Bill didn’t see the horrible blush creeping up to his ears.
“You’re either not used to seeing someone this naked, or you, ” he wiggled his index finger at Dipper “like the view. I would like to go with the latter rather than the former.”
Dipper nearly choked on air and had to clear his throat. “You’re just pretty close to being butt naked, and I found it a little odd, that’s all.”
Too busy focusing on his tools, Dipper didn’t notice that Bill had gotten up from his chair and sauntered over to him.
A light thud sound made Dipper turn and look at Bill, who had just slid the towel off, his now naked body standing in front of Dipper.
“Oh, oops, must’ve not tied it tightly enough.” The blond shrugged and picked the towel up, tossing it into the pool. “Oh no, now I can’t put it back on. It’s all wet.” The sunglasses were tossed back onto the chair, Dipper now able to see Bill’s pale blue eyes.
Dipper felt his face start to burn, and he swallowed a lump in his throat. “I-I, uh, you should pro-probably go i-inside. Get a new one.”
Bill smirked and crossed his arms. “You’re not suggesting that I put clothes on, so that means that you liked the view. Which means, this view must be a whole lot better, no?”
Panic rushed over Dipper. Okay, okay, Bill was super hot and totally coming on to him. What was he supposed to do? He was on the clock, and couldn’t take much longer than he was supposed to, or June would probably bitch at him.
“I’ll take the stunned silence as a yes,” he purred as he stepped closer. He grabbed the collar of Dipper’s blue work polo, pulling him closer, Dipper finding himself looking up, as Bill was a good five inches taller than he was. “How about we go make a mess of my bedding instead of cleaning the pool? It doesn’t need it that badly anyway.”
The nerves that had pooled in Dipper’s stomach started to get warm, the feeling of a very much naked Bill pressed against him driving him crazy. “We-well, uh, I-”
“Oh stop stammering and let’s go.” Bill kept his grip on Dipper’s collar, pulling him along as he went back into the house, taking him up a flight of stairs.
It was incredibly hard not to stare at Bill the entire time, his bare skin begging to be touched.
Once in a fancy room, decorated with band posters and weird Illuminati type images, Bill pressed Dipper against the door, kissing him rather roughly. His hands found Dipper’s wrists, pressing them up above their heads.
Dipper melted into the kiss, deciding that he wasn’t going to worry about what could go wrong. Bill was fucking hot, and he was the one initiating this, so he was going to enjoy it dammit.
“Let’s get these clothes off, pool boy.” Bill slid his hands under Dipper’s shirt, hastily pulling it up over Dipper’s head, then pressed himself back up against him, both shuddering at the feeling of warm flesh on flesh.
Bill then went to work on Dipper’s pants, continuing the kissing as he slipped a finger behind the button, wiggling it a bit before undoing it. The zipper he made quick work of, eager to get Dipper as naked as he was.
“Condom?” Dipper asked between kisses.
“I’m clean.You?”
“Of course. I just…” He bit his lip as his pants dropped, feeling Bill’s erection pressed up against him.
“If it makes you more comfortable, I’ll wear one. Let’s work up to that though.” The blond let his hands explore Dipper’s chest, occasionally tweaking his nipples, earning gasps and moans from Dipper, which clearly aroused Bill further.
Dipper put his hands on Bill’s ass, groping and rubbing as the kissing continued, eventually nudging him to the bed, where Bill pushed him onto his back and smiled down at him.
“Done this before?” He asked as he opened the drawer of his nightstand.
“Not with another guy. I’m bi,” Dipper admitted shyly.
“Well, I’ve been around the block, so I’ll walk you through it. As a flaming homosexual, I take pride in doing this right, so tell me if I go too fast. Or too slow.”
Dipper nodded and took in a deep breath. He hadn’t really ever had sex on a whim like this before, but he was starting to be glad that it was with Bill. The blond wasn’t a complete stranger, and he seemed to want to be gentle with Dipper, which he was grateful for.
“Relax,” Bill hummed as he leaned over Dipper. He planted a few more kisses on his cheek and neck, licking his collarbone as one of his lubed up fingers slid inside of Dipper.
He gasped and arched his back, Bill snickering at his reaction.
“Oh pool boy, your noises excite me. Let’s see how loud you get.” Another finger slid in, making Dipper groan and pant as Bill started to move them around. “More?”
“More!” Dipper said excitedly. Bill was really good at this, his fingers wiggling in just the right spots.
Bill nearly giggled and stuck a third finger in, a little rougher so that Dipper would squirm under him. “You’re adorable. I wonder what kind of noises my cock will elicit.”
After a moment more of his fingers loosening Dipper up, Bill withdrew them and the sound of a wrapper opening could be heard.
“Ready pool boy?”
Dipper nodded quickly. “So ready,” he moaned.
Bill smiled and kissed him again, a little forcefully shoving his tongue into Dipper’s mouth to muffle the noises he was about to make.
As Bill’s erection slid into him, Dipper wiggled around, his hips eager to start the process. “Bill, I think I’m ready enough, j-just fuck me already,” he whined.
“Too slow? Alright then.”
The soft bed sheets were suddenly Dipper’s best friend because as Bill slammed into him, his hands felt like if they hadn’t gripped something his fingernails would have dug into his palms.
“Ah, Bill, f-fuck.” Dipper found that maybe he did need a little bit more time to adjust, but also found that Bill was perfectly sized, and was hitting his sweet spot, so he didn’t mind the pain for long.
“Ooh, my name sounds sweet on your lips when you’re being fucked.” Bill slammed into him again, a sadistic smile spreading on his lips. “Say it again,” he demanded.
“Bill!” Dipper put his arms up on Bill’s back, his nails raking over the perfectly tan skin.
The blond groaned at the marks Dipper was surely leaving, his face contorting from pleasure. He started pounding his hips into Dipper’s, one of his hands finding its way to Dipper’s erection, stroking it in tempo with his thrusts.
Dipper had never been this stimulated before, and was gasping at the attention. “Bill, fu-fuck, more! Harder!” His hands pulled at the blond greedily, earning a low growl from him.
“Anything for you pool boy,” he purred. Bill was incredibly talented with making Dipper feel amazing. He was fucking him, stroking him, and now he was leaned forward, biting at his neck and ear.
He wasn’t sure how Bill could manage to do all of this at once, he clearly had had practice, but Dipper didn’t care, because he felt amazing.
“Mm, Bill, you’re go-going to make me cum,” he chuckled. “Are yo-you ready?”
“I want to make you scream my name a few more times,” he growled as he slammed into him again.
“Unf, Bill! Ah, fuck!” Dipper’s hands went back to the sheets, pulling at them until his knuckles were white.
The blond continued his relentless pace, slamming into Dipper again and again, mumbling curses under his breath.
“Bi-Bill!” Dipper’s eyes rolled upwards, his back arched, and his breathing stopped for a moment while the pressure building in him exploded, spraying his load all over his and Bill’s chest.
Bill groaned at the sight of Dipper convulsing in ecstasy, his hips grinding into Dipper’s a few more times before he released his own cum, filling the condom inside of Dipper.
The two stayed on the bed for a moment, panting and chuckling at the situation.
“You’re a pretty good fuck Pines. Who knew the nerdy kid from high school would be this much fun in bed?”
“Says you,” Dipper laughed. “You were the weird kid who looked like he might become a serial killer.”
Bill moved away from him, chuckling as he took the condom off, tossing it into a waste bin near the desk across from them. “Who says I didn’t? Maybe I fuck my victims then drown them in the pool. Maybe that’s why I need you to clean it.”
Dipper sat up, wincing at his sore backside. He blinked at Bill for a moment before laughing. “I don’t see it. I have a feeling you wouldn’t have been so nice if you were just going to kill me. In fact, if I didn’t have to go in…” he looked at the clock on the wall above the desk “like ten minutes, I’d think you would want another round at some point.”
The blond had started to get dressed and cleaned himself off, looking at his clothes as Dipper spoke. “Yeah, yeah, you got me, I’m not going to kill you. But, uh… Maybe sometime we could do another round. Maybe after like, dinner or something?” Bill looked up at him, a sheepish smile on his lips.
A little shocked, Dipper just sat for a moment, watching as Bill pulled a black pair of sweats on over his boxers.
“O-oh. Uhm. Okay. I’ll give you my number.”
Bill smiled and almost looked relieved.
As if Dipper was going to say no. Bill was hot, and he was amazing in bed. There was no way in hell he was going to turn down going on a date with him.
“Okay cool. I’ll help you get work ready again.”
After Dipper cleaned up and got dressed in his polo and khakis- obviously his work’s choice, not his- he put all of his equipment back into the truck and stood in the doorway with Bill, reading off his number.
“I’ll text you later tonight, alright? Have fun with the rest of work.”
Dipper scoffed. “ So much fun cleaning old people’s gross pools.”
Bill laughed and nudged his arm. “Funny, cute, and good in bed? I must be dreaming.”
A blush crept onto Dipper’s cheeks and he looked at his feet. “I’m not that cute,” he mumbled.
“And modest! I’ve hit the jackpot,” Bill giggled. “Anyway, get back to work you lazy bum. Some of us work hard for our money.”
“Shut up,” he laughed. He waved his hand and turned to leave, but was stopped by Bill, pulling him back around for another kiss.
“You’d better text me back. I would hate to have to make my pool gross just to see you.”
“I’ll text back, don’t you worry about that.”
“Good.”
They parted ways, and Dipper drove back to work with butterflies in his stomach. That had been one of the best experiences in his life. Shitty job or not, at least it had helped him meet Bill again. All of those hours dealing with gross people had been worth it. Even if he had only been able to stare at Bill half naked, he still would’ve counted that as a huge win for the past two years.
At work, Dipper was instructed to go to another house, one where the pool would need to be drained and cleaned completely, which would take up the rest of his workday.
This time it was an old person, who instructed him on what to do then left Dipper alone to work.
As he watched the pool drain, Dipper found himself biting his lip, thinking about how great Bill had made him feel just hours ago. His body got hot and he gulped at thinking what the next time would entail.
Next time. Wow. Dipper was going to have a next time with that guy. Someone super out of his league wanted to have a next time.
Dipper robotically went through the rest of the day, rushing a little towards the end of it to get the fuck out of there, because he just wanted to get back to his apartment and throw a huge fit about how awesome that day had gone.
Later in the night, after Dipper had skipped around the apartment and made himself dinner, he settled down and turned on the TV.
He checked his phone and sighed at it. No texts. Bill was probably just busy doing… whatever rich people in the woods do.
A few TV shows ran, Dipper feeling more and more discouraged. His day had been physically exhausting though, so instead of fussing over it, Dipper fell asleep on the couch, some weird romcom running on the TV.
Come three AM, a loud buzzing startled Dipper awake.
‘Its the serial killer’ an unknown number read.
Dipper rubbed his bleary eyes and blinked a few times at the message. Serial killer?
‘Friday six o'clock, I’m picking you up. Address?’
That sounded like a date. Date… Oh. Dipper laughed as he remembered calling Bill a serial killer and how he had played along with it. This guy was a little weird, but it was endearing.
‘Serial killer huh? I don’t know, that sounds spooky. Maybe I would give my address if this supposed killer was hot enough. I’d have to have a picture to see.’
And that was Dipper’s way of asking for nudes. God he would love to have a picture of Bill on his phone. For… reasons.
A few agonizing minutes passed, then his phone buzzed. On the screen was a picture of Bill shirtless, sweatpants hanging low on his hips, his free hand in his hair messing it up while his tongue peeked out from his lips in a teasing way, a devilish wink and smirk completing the look.
‘Feel free to use that in anyway you please pool boy ;)’
‘Definitely hot enough for an address.’ Dipper typed in his address, double checking it before sending it to make sure that he didn’t mess it up.
‘Big mistake. Now I could sneak in and do naughty things to you in your sleep’
‘Oh no, whatever will I do?’ Dipper laughed at their conversation and settled back into the couch. ‘Can’t wait for Friday though, really. I want to get to know you.’ He sent the message hoping that it didn’t come off too strong, and was also hoping that Bill felt the same way. They were just clicking so well, and he was legitimately excited to spend more time with him.
‘Enjoy it, that’s what ull do. And tbh me either. I wasn’t lying when I said that I had hit the jackpot with you. Anyway, get some sleep pool boy. I’ll be texting you tomorrow, so you’d better be awake for it.’
‘Yeah, yeah. Good night Bill. Ttyl :)’
‘Night pool boy. Sweet dreams. ;)’
Dipper sighed contently and let his phone fall from his hand. Yeah, today had been an amazing day, and Friday looked really promising as well.
“Now to save that picture,” Dipper mumbled as he sleepily made his way into his room. “I’ll definitely be having some sweet dreams tonight.”