A Collection of Odds & Ends

The Art of Sharing (Jai Courtney & Miles Teller)

I have had this sitting in my asks on tumblr for a few days, forgive me. My smut is not what it used to be. Never the less, I do hope it is worthy. 

Original prompt: if you are comfortable can I ask for the cliche Miles x Jai three some? not Peter and Eric, but Miles and Jai, as RPF. 

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Carefully backing off of the ladder that he had dug out, to paint the side of the garage from where a stray fire work clipped the side of it, Jai stood back, his hands on his hips. Admiring the job he'd done, he smiled with satisfaction. Hopefully Tegan would be pleased with his efforts.

His fiancee had to be the hardest woman to please. No matter what he had done for her, then again it had been that way since they'd first met. It wouldn't change now. Even their engagement had pissed her off. Jai had proposed New Year's Day, it was romantic, sweet, and she still bitched at him.

She'd wanted the engagement to wait for Valentine's day.

After announcing that he hated Valentine's Day, almost as much as he hated her in the moment, Jai had laid down the law. She'd take the damn ring and shut up, if she wanted to keep him. That had lasted about two days.

"Dude, the paint is too light. Needs another coat." Miles pointed out, from his view as he walked up the drive way.

"Fly the fuck away, Teller." Jai snarled, through gritted teeth. "If we don't tell her, she might not notice."

Miles shook his head, laughing sarcastically. "Don't plan on it, she notices everything."

The other man was right. Jai groaned, positioning his ladder back up against the side of the garage. This was the one and only time he did this. For all he cared, the next time the garage could burn to the fucking ground. It was partly Miles' fault this happened. Leave it to Miles to show up, just as the work finished.

Bitching to himself on the way up the ladder, Jai heard the door on the side of the house slam shut. Glancing down over his shoulder, Jai spotted the not so impressed looking fiancee of his, coming around the deck. Whatever had her upset, didn't look good for him.

Silently willing her not to yell at him, while he was on the ladder. Jai heaved a sigh of relief, hearing the surprise in Tegan's voice as she spotted Miles standing on their front lawn.

"Miles!" Tegan squealed, throwing her arms around his neck and hugging him tightly. "I thought you were in New York!"

"Kaitlin decided to call it quits. So I stayed here, until she collects her shit and leaves. I'll probably go back to a house that's trashed, but least she'll be gone." Miles shrugged, his arm still wrapped around Tegan's waist.

Tegan pouted, her hand raking through his hair. "Aw, baby I'm sorry. She's a slut anyway."

"I guess." Miles chuckled. It was amusing to hear Tegan calling another woman a slut. The classic case of, the pot calling the kettle black. Or at least she used to be that way.

"So, what do we owe the pleasure, of the visit?" Tegan shivered in her tee shirt and yoga pants, snuggling in closer to him.

"Just a visit." Miles simply answered. "Uh, Jai need any help?"

"No." Jai yelled back. How dare that asshole ask now! "Go ahead, go fuck my fiancee. That's what you want to do." he muttered the latter part to himself.

"Ok, well. We're going inside, it's cold. Come in when you're done." Tegan chimed.

"Yeah." Jai shouted back.