This story is based on the TV show Jericho...of which I own no rights or anything of that sort. I did not create these characters, I just borrowed them for fun and am not profiting from this.
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Jake was jealous. Partially, he believed his jealousy was brought on by multiple shots of whiskey on an empty stomach. They had come across a bottle in the back of Stanley's kitchen cabinets and decided that since no one had anything else to do, they might as well spend the remainder of the night drinking.
Now, Jake felt the rest of his jealousy was because on the opposite side of the room, Stanley and Mimi were involved in a heated make out session that would obviously lead to sex sooner than later.
Jake was jealous because it had been ages since he'd touched a woman like that. Stanley was seated on the floor, before the fire, with Mimi straddling his lap. Every now and then, Stanley grasped her hips and rubbed her against him, indicating exactly what he planned to do with her.
Jake thought maybe he should leave them alone, let them do whatever it was they were going to do. But he was too drunk to drive and he figured he'd had enough head injuries and been in enough car accidents in the last month to last him the rest of his life. And if he went upstairs to a bedroom, or even if he stayed down here, he'd still be able to hear everything that happened. So he remained, resting his head against the coffee table.
Across the room, Mimi broke this kiss and her lips drifted down Stanley's face and attached to his throat. Stanley leaned into her caress and glanced up. In the glowing firelight, his eyes met Jake's. For a moment Jake was going to move, but he caught a look in Stanley's eyes he hadn't seen since they were teenagers. Stanley gave him a slight nod, or maybe he was just responded to Mimi's tongue, but Jake took the opportunity to move closer.
Stanley stripped Mimi's top over her head and pulled her back to him, kissing her. His hands slipped up her back and unhooked her bra strap. He pushed it aside and broke the kiss. Mimi moaned as his lips found her nipples and began sucking. Jake thought it was an interesting scene: Mimi, who had been so perfect, put together and classy when she'd arrived in town, gasping in pleasure under Stanley Richmond's touch. Stanley wrapped one arm around Mimi's waist, the other around her upper back and lowered her to the floor.
Leaning over her, he undid her pants and pushed them and her underwear aside. Stanley reached down to kiss her again before sliding down her body. He ran his mouth along her stomach, down her thighs and came to settle between her legs. Jake let his head rest against the coffee table for another long moment and then got up, coming even closer to the two.
Mimi was panting, running her fingers through Stanley's hair and tossing her head against the floor. As Jake moved into the firelight, her eyes opened and she looked momentarily horrified. But Stanley kept his hands on her stomach, keeping her down.
"Relax," he kissed her thigh lightly, "just go with it." Mimi had enough rum earlier that she wasn't exactly thinking logically. Besides, with Stanley's mouth still moving over her sex, it was hard to keep her occupied on anything else.
Stanley stopped what he was doing and moved back up to her chest. He kissed her, and then glanced over his shoulder at Jake. Stanley sat down, bringing Mimi's upper body to rest on his lap. Jake crawled over to them and ran his hand gently along Mimi's leg. She looked up at him, questioningly.
"It's ok," Stanley told her as Jake replaced him between her legs, "Jake's good at what he does."
"Why do I think you two have done this before?" Mimi was breathing hard in a combination of nerves, arousal and excitement. Jake looked at Stanley and smiled. Stanley shook his head.
Jake licked her thighs, teasing her as he moved closer, before closing his mouth over her sex. Mimi gasped, her hands grasping Stanley's legs. His touch was different from Stanley's: stronger, rougher, harder.
"God." Mimi let one hand drift back and grasp Stanley's shirt. Stanley rubbed her scalp, running his fingers through her hair. He moved her slightly, just enough that he could open his pants, freeing his erection. Gently, he turned Mimi's head and guided his organ into her mouth. His hands clenched to fists in her hair as she began to suck.
"That's it, baby." Stanley continued to stroke her hair.
