Squealer, I know you want me (Jack)

[Roger Vandelay]

Roger had a busy day, busy in the sense that he had spent all afternoon getting ready for that evening. After his little conversation with Layla, he had decided to use his abilities to shapeshift into the object of Jack's desires and use this false appearance to seduce his unsuspecting roommate. There was a time he would have been too nervous or doubtful of his power to try it, but he was much more confident now, and he knew he had to do this or the one-way sexual tension would just drive him insane.

He'd swung by Layla's house shortly thereafter. He knew what she looked like, of course, but he needed a final look to get all the proportions and everything else just right. He had a feeling that Jack had spent an awful lot of time looking at her, and he didn't want there to be any discrepancies between the real thing, and his portrayal. He also needed to borrow an outfit. He had plenty of girls' clothing, but he wanted something Jack would recognize.

And, he may have swiped the perfume sitting on her bedroom bureau on his way out. Just to complete the effect.

Back in his dorm room, it didn't take him long to shift, but he spent a long time in the mirror getting the hair right and putting on some makeup that would finish off the look. Once satisfied with his appearance, he dove into his bottom drawer to retrieve a bottle of Jack Daniels and took a swig - just enough so that alcohol might be smelled on 'her' breath.

All that having been taken care of, 'Layla' had just enough time to slip out of her own bedroom and into Jack's before hearing the door into their dorm open. That was closer than she had anticipated. Leaving the room dark, she sat down on Jack's bed before changing to a lounging position. How well this would go remained to be seen, but he was willing to take the risk given the reward.

Showtime.

[Jack McCarthy]

Oh how Jack was a busy, busy boy these days. Not with studying, of course not why in the world would give you that idea? No Jack had a strict routine of Sleeping, procrastinating and more drinking to take care of, and that’s what Jack intended to do there was a party going on just outside the school which had Jack’s name all over it.

Jack was already out the door when he realized he forgot something on his bed room table. Jack wandered through the door glad that his roomsmate had seemingly vanished. He. walked in his room and turned on the light.

“Oh hey Layla” Jack said casually not even glancing in her direction too busy picking up his cross and putting it around his neck “Sorry, can’t stay just came to get my celtic cross. I’m going to a party don’t wait up.” And with that Jack left the room with a spring in his step and a smile on his face.

He walked back to the door wishing a tune…when he stopped, his smile dying and the tune following quickly.

Was that-? Nooo…No it couldn’t be.

Jack moved back from the door and back into his room

What the hell…

Jack blinked almost comically several times not quite believing what he was seeing, it must be another hallucination, or dream. God knows he’s been dreaming of Layla on his bed in THAT pose…but yet impossibly. Here she was, the apple of Jack’s eye as heavenly as ever.

“Laylaaaaaaa…” Jack said in a even tone “I don’t want to be rude, but how the hell did you get in here?”

[Roger Vandelay]

When Jack came in so soon after having just left, Roger grew a bit nervous; would it be too obvious that it wasn't really Layla? Was there technically enough time for her to have come in while he was briefly away? The shapeshifter was already thinking of ways to play this off as just a casual joke should Jack realize right away what was going on. That would be, of course, super awkward, but better than being caught without an alibi.

He looked up at his roommate as he came in, but before he could say anything, Jack was dismissing him, grabbing something off his dresser, and heading back out the door - leaving Roger blinking after him. That... had not gone as expected. Roger was starting to wonder whether he should just call the whole thing off, when Jack was suddenly back in the room.

Okay, now it's showtime.

Layla lingered on the bed for a moment before slowly rising to a standing position. "I just slipped on in while you weren't here," she explained, hoping that would be enough to satisfy the question. "I've been thinking..." She approached the clueless probability manipulator, intentionally swaying a bit more than necessary to make it look like she wasn't entirely sober. "With the wedding and all... did I choose right? I mean, am I ready to settle down?" She was practically in Jack's face by now, the smell of alcohol evident on her breath. "Can a girl like me really limit herself to one man?" A mischievous little grin grew on her face.

She turned back towards the bed then, sighing introspectively. "I always wondered what this bed felt like..." she 'whispered to herself,' obviously loudly enough for Jack to hear. After a moment of silence, she pivoted to Jack again, tilting her head to the side as she looked at him. "Do you believe in open relationships?"

Roger was essentially making it up as he went along, but damn was he a good improvisor.

[Jack McCarthy]

Jack never took his shocked eyes off Layla. Still not quite believing she was there, HE was looking at her like he half expected her to blow up and turn into glitter. Or like she was an exotic bird, that brightened up Jack’s mundane bedroom with her beauty. In some ways she was.

“Okkkkkkk”Jack said as Layla explained herself. Ok, that….Kind of made sense, after all Jack did the same thing to Ortiz a few days ago, so it make perfect sense for her to do the same thing, if you ignore the fact she didn’t go to this school…or that it was almost impossible for her to get past the security system…and the fact that she had no way of knowing where Jack’s dorm was….In fact the more Jack thought about it, the less sense it made. Seriously how did she get here?!

But suddenly, Layla started swaying towards him and that weird hold she had over him started to take effect the closer and closer she got. The answer to all these questions was a resounding no. No, she shouldn’t get married because all being married got you was a one way ticket to misery. He just had to look at his parents to know that. No, you didn’t choose right, because Riley is an abusive asshole that abandoned you for weeks.and that last question….Well at that point Jack’s mind was incapable of thought, as it became overwhelmed with her perfume and hypnotized by her eyes.

Jack’s was pretty sure, they had somehow entered some kind of surreal alternate reality, because if Jack didn’t know any better Layla was flirting with him?! What?! “Ummm…it’s a water bed” Jack said lamely before cursing himself. What was with him?! Here was his dream girl practically throwing herself at him and Jack couldn’t shake the feeling something was so very wrong?

“Yes…no…maybe…waterbed…Ahh, I don’t know!” Jack said as he rubbed his temples “Just…Just Where the hell did this come from?! One second you’re like; Oh, Jack! I can’t be with you, Riley is the love of my life! And now you suddenly you…miraculous just teleport to my room drunk, and start flirting! I mean…Just…Just…WHAT?!”

[Roger Vandelay]

Roger knew that look. Roger knew all about that look. It was the look a guy with far less confidence in the sack than he wanted to admit gave when someone out of his league was coming onto him. And he loved it; he loved having power over someone, especially straight men who were always so self-assured. He could bring men to their knees, and he loved every minute of it.

"Water bed..." Layla repeated in a soft, interested voice, looking back at the bed for a moment before returning to Jack's gaze. "Wanna see if we can make it pop?"

As an aside, Roger hadn't even realized it was a water bed when he'd been sitting on it just a minute earlier, and this wasn't necessarily his first time doing so. Why would someone want a water bed, anyway, especially a young guy?

Jack began rambling, which wasn't entirely unexpected given current events. It was what Roger wanted, too: he wanted Jack so flustered that he didn't notice the fact that, well, Layla was not really Layla. She smiled, pressing a pointer finger to the boy's lips. "You're talking too much," she said, moving her lips dangerously close to the boy's. "I don't want to hear another word out of you." That would be especially helpful since Roger didn't know how to answer any of Jack's questions. Oh, and he hated the kid's voice.

She took a step back from Jack now, moving her hands up to her shirt; she'd chosen a button-up just for this purpose, and he was pleased with what he'd done before he even did it. "You've told me how much you want me," she said, though Roger didn't really know whether that was true. "Now show me." In one fluid motion, she ripped open her shirt unceremoniously to reveal a sexy black lace bra underneath, lips spreading into a large grin.

That wasn't Layla's bra, by the way. It was Roger's.

[Jack McCarthy]

Jack still didn’t know what exactly was going on? This was just (As jack kept pointing out) was weird. What has gotten into Layla? As much as it pained him to admit this, Layla had showed him a grand amount of zero interest in Jack romatically. She was utterly loyal to the big pale creepy prick, and nothing Jack could ever say or do could make her feel the way Jack felt about her…and yet here she was trying to seduce him, it was just so…out of character!

He may not have looked it, but inside Jack’s head were two mighty armies fighting each other for control Jack’s actions, on the one hand, this had been Jack’s dearest wish since he first met Layla, why aren’t earth should he question this? She wants Jack, Jack wants her. That’s all he needs to know. But the other half on his brain seemed to screaming, there’s something terribly wrong with this picture.

However both armies fell silent once Layla hushed him, it’s funny, the effect Layla had on him,the moment he was told to his mind and mouth fell quiet, he was almost sure that if Layla told him to jump off a bridge Jack would do it with bells on. When Layla planted her lips on his Jack mind stopped questioning all together, how could logically thinking complete when the object of Jack’s desire was so close. Every fiber of his being wanted to kiss her…

But then she pushed always, hit Jack with a hard stare, starting unbuttoning her shirt to reveal-

BYE-BYE MIND, JACK CAN NO BRAIN NO MORE!

His desire for Layla had formed into a fully fledged monster as he quickly made his way over to Layla and (Just like he had done so many times in his mind) He grabbed the back of her head, pushed her body into his and gave her several long lingering tender kisses.

Jack’s eyes drooped as his entire body cried in victory, affection hit him like a tidal wave as he passionately made out with Layla. Jack never wanted this to end. Every kiss he gave her made him want her more.

Sure, he’ll have to deal with the fallout of this decision some time soon, but for now? He didn’t care. Because for one of the rare times in the life of Jack Mccarthy he felt at peace.

[Roger Vandelay]

Roger almost broke out into a fit of laughter as Jack's eyes widened to near dinner plate size upon Layla's removal of her shirt. It really was too easy controlling a straight man. Breasts were practically hypnotic, as it turned out.

Not long after, Roger felt the boy's hands on the back of his head and, immediately thereafter, the boy's lips against his own. 'Layla' wasn't subtle in letting out a moan of pleasure, which came more from Roger's release of all the sexual tension he'd felt for Jack over the course of the semester than from any kind of theatrics. He wasted no time wrapping his lithe arms around the boy's shoulders, leaning into the kiss and making it just sloppy enough to be convincing as a drunk chick.

Once he'd gotten enough kissing and was ready to move onto bigger and better things (well... hopefully bigger and better things), Layla stepped back, brushing one of her hands down the boy's arm to take his hand and gently tugg him towards the bed. "Your clothes are in my way," she said, seductively yet with a certain sense of earnest urgency beneath it. "I'm going to have to confiscate them." There was a fiendish grin plastered on Layla's face, but inside, Roger's heart was racing. Was this it? Was he really about to have sex with his roommate, disguised as a woman? Sure, he'd made out with straight men disguised as a girl, but never had he gone all the way with them, and never with someone he really knew. This was unchartered territory on several levels, but the shapeshifter was eager. He had wanted this for too long not to throw caution to the wind and just do the deed.

And on a water bed, too - this was going to be fun.

[Jack McCarthy]

The earth might have been crumbling between Jack’s feet, The Hammel school building might have been slowly imploding. Hell, the entire world at this very moment may have been taken over by hyper intelligent shark people for all Jack cared. All of Jack’s world consisted of Layla’s lips and the feeling of her…finally, being in his loving arms. Jack spent many an hour daydreaming about what kissing Layla might have been like, but of course Jack’s admittedly overactive imagination held no comparison to the real thing. If Jack collapsed dead right at that moment, he would have died the happiest man in the world. Layla arms around his neck might as well have been a crown. Because Jack felt like the king of the universe

Jack reluctantly pulled away from his lady love, breathless with his lips swollen “I can always…Not do the party, probably sucks anyway” In his head fires works went off in Jack’s head, it was like every dream he ever had was coming true. Oh my God! Was this really happening?! Jack felt like this wasn’t happening, like this was some kind of bizarre dream.

Yet It seemed too good to true. Jack couldn’t help but feel something was very wrong. Jack began to notice that Layla wasn’t exactly sober and a picture started forming, What did he think he was doing? Clearly Layla was feeling lonely thanks to the incident with her parents and sought drink as comfort, in the morning she’ll wake up sober and realize what a mistake she made. She’ll feel like she betrayed Riley, and possibly hate Jack forever. This wasn’t right. Jack wanted Layla, more then anything. But not like this, not at the expense of her personal happiness.

“Wait!” Jack said gripping Layla arm and spotting her in what could only be described as unearthly amount of will and speaking with as much sincerity as he had perhaps ever done before “We can’t…we just can’t. This is wrong, you’re drunk you’re not thinking clearly, It wouldn’t be fair to you, What about Riley? The wedding? You love him....I can’t believe I just said that.”

[Roger Vandelay]

Layla frowned when Jack held her back; what could this boy possibly have on his mind that was stopping him from going along with this? Was this not what he wanted? Had the real Layla been wrong? Roger was beginning to wonder whether he was wasting his time; he didn't like having to work this hard for sex. Sex was supposed to be easy. Men were supposed to be easy. And hell, Jack had seemed like the stereotypical cocky straight guy, the kind Roger knew like the back of his hand. Why was he waffling now?

But regardless of this setback, Roger knew he could do this. And what's more, he knew how much he wanted it; he'd been attracted to his roommate, asshole that he was, since they'd first moved in together. He had to make this happen, and fast.

Perhaps a change in tactics was necessary.

"Forget about Riley for a moment, will you?" she shot back earnestly in an urgent whisper, taking a step closer to the other boy. "I've wanted this too long to let any stupid engagement get in my way. I thought I could resist you, but I can't. Do this with me or I'll never forgive you." She began unbuttoning the boy's shirt, Roger confident that the more clothing they lost, the less worried he would be. "Take this chance, or I may not give you another one," she added, giving him a challenging look.

[Jack McCarthy]

Every single nerve in Jack’s body seemed to screaming at him for daring to give this situation even the smallest bit of thought and not doing the deed he always wanted to do, and 99.9 percent of his mind was all to happy to join in

…but it was that remaining 00.1 that was holding him back, that voice that seemed to whisper in the back of head that something was totally wrong with this picture. Now if it was any other woman Jack would do what he normally did, shut down that pesky voice of reason and do the deed anyway. But not her, not layla. But damn was she making it REALLY hard to do the right thing, The way Jack could feel her body heart and the smooth and soft way she was loosening his buttons.

But as she spoke that 00.1% of doubt in his brain turned into 00.5% Jack raised an eyebrow , grasped Layla’s hand and gave her a look of pure sincerity. “What’s gotten into you? Are you black mailing me with sex? That isn’t you. That’s like the opposite of you! You can’t resist me? That night at the Halloween, you couldn’t keep your hands off him, and I’m the one you can’t resist? Riley is the one you love…and me?”

Jack looked down for a moment, taking a deep breath before speaking of the one truth he know above all other. “…I’m nothing, trust me, you don't want to do this,you deserve better.”

[Roger Vandelay]

Roger listened with mild interest at Jack's little monologue. He normally didn't work this hard for sex, and this was starting to become more effort than he thought it would be worth. Jack couldn't possibly be that good in bed for this to be worth all the trouble that having to seduce him was becoming. If he was, Layla would be with him, not the other guy. Whoever that was.

Still... Roger had already basically ruined Jack's friendship with Layla just by being here (but this was Layla's fault, not his, so he felt little sympathy), so he'd might as well see it through to the end. Besides, he'd wanted to fuck this kid for a while, and this was probably his only real shot at it. In for a penny, in for a pound, as they say.

Regardless, he had no idea where to go from there. He'd already tried several different tactics, and this little shitter was still resisting. What kind of heart of gold did this jackass possess?

But then, he had it. This kid was clearly being melodramatic, so if Roger responded with something equally melo-dramatic, perhaps he could ignite the full extent of the boy's passion. And it was with that thought that Layla slapped Jack across the face - not hard, but enough to get the message across.

"How dare you think so little of me?" She demanded with regards to the accusation of blackmail. "And how could you think so little of yourself? I made a mistake with Riley. You're the one I desire most. Now take me here on your bed, or I swear I'll leave and never speak to you again!"

[Jack McCarthy]

Jack was confused why Layla was still here, didn’t he make it perfectly clear that he couldn’t do this , he had more or less just poured his heart and soul out to her, more then he thought he had ever done in his life and yet she was still here. What more of did he need to do?

Then Layla did something that Jack certainly didn’t expect; she slapped him, it felt like a part of him woke up when she did, instantly he began to make out with her again, leaning her slowly down to the bed.

(Bad post is bad)