Disclaimer: See chapter one. 'Cabin Fever' is a song from Muppet Treasure Island.

Warnings for this chapter: Wee! Naked boys!

AN: Er, uh... Sorry it's taken me forever and a day to post this. .;;;



Dead End Angels

Cabin Fever

'Wait up!' Jack said as Will reached the door. 'Don't you wanna grab some clothes? Or have I rubbed off on you enough to make you wear the same clothes two days in a row?'

Will rolled his eye trudged back up the stairs. Jack and Sammy followed. After half an hour of Sammy marveling at how clean the room was and Jack destroying it in his search of the perfect outfit, Will shoved them out and cleaned up.

'That was quick,' Jack said when Will emerged from the room.

Will glared at Jack. 'You're never allowed I my room ever again.'

They headed down the stairs where Mrs. Turner met them. 'Will? Where are you going?'

'Jack's invited me to a slumber party, so I'll be back tomorrow,' he replied.

'Are you sure you'll be alright?'

'I'll be fine,' he said and gave her a reassuring smile. 'See you tomorrow.'

'Bye! And drive safe,' she called after them as they exited the house.

The teens crammed into Will's car. Once on the road, Sammy popped up between Jack and Will.

'Hey, Will,' she said. 'Can I get you to do me favor?'

Will glanced at her uncertainly. 'What sort of favor?'

'Say "banana."'

'What?'

'Say "banana,"' Jack said. 'Come on. I wanna hear you say it, too.'

'Banana?'

Sammy and Jack sniggered, much to Will's annoyance.

'What?!'

'Oh, nothing,' Sammy replied. 'You just have a really cute accent is all.'

'I don't have an accent,' Will grumbled and put his attention back to driving. 'Where are we going anyway?'

'Why don't we just go to my place?' Jack suggested. 'I found all my movies. And yes, you do have an accent. Just like how Sam and I have the normal American accent, and you have your weird one.'

Will slowed for a stop sign then slammed on the brakes, sending Jack and Sammy forward in surprise. 'My accent is not weird.'

Jack stared at Will, unsure if he wanted to throttle him or not. 'Hello! You have a crash victim in here!'

'You're alive, aren't you?' Will spat. He crossed his arms and leaned back in his seat.

'Yea, but it hurts!'

'We weren't making fun of your accent,' Sammy said. 'We just think it's cute. Whenever I stay at my parents' I start talking like them.'

'It's true,' Jack affirmed.

Will sighed and resumed driving. 'It's the principle of the thing,' he said.

'I didn't get all bitchy when you teased me about being shorter than you,' huffed Jack.

Will didn't reply. He knew Jack had a point, but he didn't want to give Jack the chance to inflate his ego.

The rest of the short drive was spent with Sammy and Jack arguing over what movie to watch first. Muppet Treasure Island won.

They reached the apartment complex and filed into Jack's apartment.

'I want my clothes back,' Sammy said as she dumped her baggage by the couch.

Jack waved her off and disappeared into his room. When he emerged, he was only wearing a pair of Garfield boxers. He tossed the clothing at Sammy. 'Better?'

Sammy leered at Jack. 'Yes. Much better.'

'Sorry, luv. I'm taken,' Jack replied. He sidled over to Will and latched onto him. 'Let's fix you up a drink. Butterscotch cocoa, right?'

'Er...yeah.' Will smiled nervously. Why couldn't it just be him and Jack at the apartment?

Jack pulled down a mug and a packet of hot chocolate. 'This'll take a minute. Why don't you have a seat and start the movie? It's in the cabinet under the TV,' he said and pecked Will on the cheek.

'I want a Pink Pussy!' Sammy said from the living room.

'You'll get what I make you!'

Will sat on the floor in front of the TV and looked through the cabinet until he found the movie. He popped it in the VCR and sat on the couch to wait for Jack.

'So,' said Sammy, 'how does your relationship with Jack currently stand?'

'Why?'

'Just curious.'

'He's not interest in you,' Jack said and handed Will a mug of steaming cocoa and other ingredients. He sat between Sammy and Will and sipped on his own drink.

'Where's mine?' asked Sammy.

'Make your own.'

'Such a gentleman.' She got up and head to the kitchen.

Will sipped his drink. It was hot chocolate with butterscotch flavoring, just as Jack had said. But there was something else. He sipped it some more to figure out what else was there. It was something familiar, but not within this lifetime. Another sip. There was the burning of the hot liquid, but, unlike the other times he'd had coffee or hot chocolate, there was a sort of burning sensation that lingered at the back of his throat. He rolled his eyes. 'Jack, you spiked my drink. And don't deny it.'

'Did I?' Jack looked completely surprised. He took Will's drink and sipped it experimentally. 'What d'ya' know... This one's mine.' He handed Will his own drink. 'This one's yours. I thought it was missing something,' he said.

Will to the offered mug. He looked at the contents with skepticism then took an experimental sip. He gagged on the liquid. 'God, that's worse! What is this?!' He handed the drink back to Jack and took his own back.

'Irish coffee?'

'Keep it to yourself.'

Sammy returned with a flute of bubbling liquid and winked at Jack. 'I found something I like.'

Jack eyed the light pink contents of Sammy's drink. He smiled and took it away from her. 'Here. Try this,' he said as he handed the glass to Will.

'What's in it?'

'Sparkling cider and an ounce of strawberry liquor,' he replied. 'It's a really girly sort of drink.'

Will tried a sip and licked his lips. 'That's good!' He made to hand it back.

'Keep it,' Sammy said. 'I'll go make me another.' She stood again and headed back to the kitchen.

They watched the movie, Sammy and Jack singing along. Three flutes of 'cider' later, Will was giggling along and feeling a little light headed. The next movie they watched was The Care Bears. By then, Will was working on his fifth. Or was it his sixth? He'd lost count.

Jack disappeared into the kitchen and brought out some multicolored shooters. He handed one to Will.

'That's pretty,' Will commented.

'Just down it,' Jack said and demonstrated with his own.

Will shrugged and attempted on his own. He got halfway and gagged on the rest, spilling it down his chest. 'Clumsy me,' he sighed.

'Yes...very clumsy.' Jack crawled onto Will's lap and kissed him. He lifted Will's shirt up and licked where the liquid had seeped through to his skin. He continued tugging the shirt up and finally got it off of Will entirely.

On the other side of the couch, watching with interest, sat Sammy. She reached into her bag and pulled out a tube of red lipstick and poked Jack's shoulder with it.

Jack looked over his shoulder at her in annoyance. He grinned maniacally when he caught sight of the tube. 'Thank you,' he said and turned back to Will. He uncapped the lipstick and claimed Will's lips again. He pulled back and twisted the stick of red up. 'Let's play a little game,' he said at Will's confused look. He applied the lipstick to his lips then on Will's. 'We're going to map out pleasure points.'

'Why?'

'Because it'll be fun. And you'll be able to get your hands all over me. Doesn't that sound like fun?' He leaned down and licked the spot below Will's ear, earning a soft moan. Jack kissed the spot and said, 'Like that. Very easy.'

Will wrapped his arms around Jack's neck and pulled him closer. 'Is it my turn?'

'For as long as you want,' Jack replied.

'Do I have to find the spots? Or are you going to tell me?'

'The hunt is all part of the fun.'

Will grinned and went straight for a spot just above Jack's collar bone. He sucked on the area and lightly nipped it and Jack let out a needy groan. From somewhere beside him, there was a flash of light. Will looked over to see Sammy grin and wave as she left the room. Will watched for a little longer, not sure what had happened.

'Wait any longer and you'll lose your turn.'

Will turn back to Jack and kissed the area he'd been attending, leaving behind red lips over the already reddened mark.

'My turn.'

Will captured Jack's lips and explored Jack's mouth with his tongue. He pulled away when Jack started to kiss back. 'I'm not done yet,' he said with a British accent and maneuvered Jack off his lap and laid him on the couch. 'I know you were trying to get me drunk,' he whispered into Jack's ear and nibbled on Jack's earlobe. When Jack let out a reluctant mewl, Will kissed the spot and left it alone.

'I wasn't getting you drunk,' Jack protested. 'I only offered you a dr--Ah!'

Will had closed his mouth over a nipple and was teasing it to a point. 'You eagerly offered me a drink that you knew would get me drunk quickly.' He lightly circled a finger over Jack's other nipple.

'You're the one that wanted refills. Mmnnn...'

Will found the lipstick and marked an 'X' over the perky nipple. 'I rather like champagne.'

'That's cheating!' whined Jack.

'No, this is cheating,' Will replied and marked all the spots on his own body that he knew turned him on. He smirked at Jack's disappointment.

Jack's eyes scanned over Will's exposed skin and grinned up at him. 'Well, at least now I know where everything is,' he said cheekily.

'Always look at the brighter side of life, huh?'

'And why not? Having a positive outlook lets you see the positive. Or something along those lines.'

'In that case,' Will leaned down and kissed Jack, 'how about getting cleaned up?' He drew a heart on Jack's chest.

'You scrub my back, I scrub yours?' Jack asked hopefully.

Will nodded.

'You must be drunk.'

'Must be,' Will agreed. 'Better take advantage of it while it lasts.' He stood up and offered Jack a hand up.

Jack accepted and pulled himself up. He led Will by the hand to his bathroom and locked the door behind them.

Will sat on the edge of the tub and raised a curious brow at Jack. 'So are we taking a shower or bath?' he asked as he pulled off his shoes.

Jack leaned against the door of the small bathroom. 'Shower. Definitely shower.'

Will rolled off his socks and grinned up at Jack. 'And what would the reasoning be behind that?'

'I wonder...' Jack knelt in front of Will and crossed his arms over Will's knees. 'Just what could the reasoning be behind my choice?' He reached out and unbuttoned Will's pants.

Will leaned down and kissed Jack. His fingers found their way to Jack's boxers and slowly began to pull them down.

Jack stood and let Will pull the thin cloth over his hips. The boxers fell to ground and pooled at his feet.

Will placed his hands on Jack's hips and leaned in to kiss the small tattoo. He kissed and sucked at the area, pulling mewling of pleasure from Jack. He finished his ministrations with a light nip.

Jack threaded his fingers through Will's hair and moaned, 'Do that again.'

Will licked Jack's hardening member, causing Jack to gasp. 'What if I don't want to?' he asked.

Jack went back to his knees and tugged at Will's pants. 'I don't care what you want. I want ye naked.'

Will smirked at the accent that filtered through Jack's voice. 'I bet you do,' he replied. He shifted his weight to his hands and raised his hips to allow Jack to effortlessly relieve Will of his remaining clothing.

Jack stepped around Will and into the tub. 'Going to join me, or ye gonna just sit there?' Jack asked teasingly and closed the curtain.

Will grinned and joined Jack behind the plastic curtain. He pressed Jack against the tiled wall and kissed him. He balanced himself with one hand on the wall and the other on Jack's side.

After a little accidental pressure, Jack winced away and twisted on the faucet, showering Will with a freezing stream of water.

Will jumped to the other end of the tub and slipped. 'Bloody fuck! Turn that off!!'

'Er, sorry 'bout that.' Jack turned the water off and sat in front of Will. 'If it's any consolation, ye really did hurt me.'

'And that's supposed to make me feel better?'

'No, it's s'posed to make ye feel guilty.' He gave Will a mischievous grin.

Will stared at Jack curiously. He concentrated and switched back to his American accent. 'I guess this whole bathing together thing wasn't the brightest idea.'

'Nonsense, luv. It was an accident,' Jack said and settled himself between Will's legs. 'Won't happen again on either end, I'm sure!'

Will crossed his arms and glared at Jack. 'How long have you known?' he asked.

'Known what?'

'What's with the accent?'

'Accent?' Jack gave Will a confused smile. 'Don't know what yer talkin' about.'

'Oh, I think you do,' Will said accusingly. 'Captain.'

'Don't ye be takin' that tone with me, whelp!'

AN II: If it seems like I'm taking forever again, then (like with this one) I might have just gotten lazy and decided to skip the coding and posting on ff.n, so you might try my Livejournal (psocid).