Jiles One-Shot Dump

Poptart Path to the Heart

I'm really bad at ending these!  I wanted to post this way earlier in the day!

This is for the ever so lovely sweetcreatre !!! thank you for such an adorable prompt! I hope you like it!!!
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Miles was seething. Fan meets had become the bane of his existence. Not because he didn't like the fans, Miles loved his fans, they were amazing.

He hated J’s fans. They seemed so much more affection than any other fandom and that's what got under his skin.

J’s fans loved to hug and kiss him, they loved to borrow his sunglasses to take a picture or have him freestyle a beat. Miles could see that J ate the attention up, he loved picking up the girls, hugging them, giving them kisses on their cheeks, letting them hop on his back.

Miles did not appreciate his love being given away

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Miles trudged through the rest of the meet and greet, keeping himself busy with pictures and autographs so he didn't have the urge to storm over to J and latch onto him like a koala hissing and yelling “Mine!”

When the meet and greet had wrapped up and all the fans were gone Miles was the first to leave for the van. He wanted to make sure he got a seat in the back so he could pout on peace.

He scurried to the van and hopped on scooting to the far corner in the back row. As all the other boys began to fill in Miles glanced up to catch the sweet smile J was sending his way.

The butterflies in Miles stomach began to dance but he couldn't let that get the beer of him.

Miles quickly averted his gaze to Michael as he stood behind J waiting to get into the van. “Michael” Miles called gesturing for the younger boy to sit beside him when he got into the van.

Miles didn't catch the confused look painted on J’s face.

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Miles spent the van ride pouting in the corner. He would glance up every so often to find J laughing with Marcus about some new absurd meme.

Miles huffed at the sight and grumbled on the entire van ride.

When they arrived at the hotel Miles was the last to get out the van, not expecting to find J waiting for him next to the door.

Miles hopped out and strolled right past J as if he wasn't even there. He quickly made his way across the parking lot and to his car. He unlocked the doors and flung open the passenger seat and climbed in with a “hmph”.

J threw his hands up as he watched Miles storm away “I guess I'm driving” he mumbled to himself as he made his way to the car.

J hopped into the car with a sigh and turned to Miles “Can I have the keys?”

Miles wordlessly dug the keys from his pocket and placed them into J’s hand. “Thanks” J muttered.

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The ride home was uncomfortable to say the least. J spent most of the time trying to catch a peek at Miles as he sat stoically in the passenger seat.

J couldn't imagine what he had some to warrant such treatment

When they reached their apartment Miles was the first out of the car and into the building. J followed closely behind confused and worried about Miles’ attitude.

The ride up the elevator and the walk to the room were spent in complete silence. Miles cursed every girl that interacted with J today while J worried his relationship was over.

When they made to their apartment Miles wirelessly kicked off his shoes and marched his way directly up the stairs.

“Miles!” J whined after him.

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It was almost two hours before there was a faint knock on his room door as Miles laid against his

Sliding out of bed he dragged his feet over to the door and pulled slightly open. What he expected to find was J ready to apologize but what he got was an empty hallway.

As he stepped out into the hallway he was met with the sound of a wrapper under his foot.

Picking his foot up he discovered a slightly squished pack of poptarts.

Miles frowned as he bent down to pick it up. Looking further down the hallway he saw the shiney back of a caprisun pouch sitting a few inches from where he stood.

As Miles made his way down the hallway he was met with a pattern of poptart, caprisun, poptart, caprisun.

The trail led all the way downstairs and into the kitchen where he found J with a shy smile leaning against the counter.

“Can we talk?” J asked as he pushed himself away from the counter. Miles glanced J up and down before turning his head to the side with a defiant ‘hmph'.

“Oh come on Miles please? It took me fifteen minutes to make that trail, the least you can do is tell me whats wrong”

Miles thought it over for a second before letting out a sigh. Marching forward he  pushed J to the side to lay his armful of poptarts and caprisuns down on the counter.

“Fine.” Miles started “I….I don't like the way you interact with fans”

“Oh?”

Miles nodded as firmly as he could in such a childish situation. “I don't like the way you hug and kiss them. Those are my hugs and kisses and I don't appreciate you giving them away” Miles spoke punctuating the sentence with a firm hand on his hip

J couldn't help the snicker that escaped from his tightly clasped lips.

“See! This is why I didn't want to tell you” Miles grumbled as he went to move past J and back up the stairs

“No babe no, I'm sorry” J laughed out as he caught Miles by his waist to keep him in place.

Miles crossed his arms and kept his body stiff in the younger boy's arms, he wasn't gonna fall into J’s charm.

“You know Miles” J whispered softly to the older boy “I reserve the best hugs and kisses for you”

Miles rolled his eyes but his heart betrayed him. He could stop the blush that spread up to his ears.

J took that as a positive sign to carry on, “The fans don't get kisses like this” J said before he placed a chaste kiss to Miles neck. “Or kisses like this”, he placed a soft kiss to Miles shoulder.

“And definitely” J said as he turned Miles around “Not like this”, J planted a deep and warm kiss to Miles lips, he pulled the older boy close by his hips and let Miles melt into his touch.

When J pulled away Miles was bright pink and breathless. “Well…..when you put it like that”.

J chuckled, “If you want me to stop being so affectionate, I'll stop. I'm sorry I made you feel this way”.

Miles shrugged “You don't have to, just, promise me something?”

J nodded “Anything”

“Never use poptarts in such a impractical way again”

J laughed big and bright “It got you downstairs didnt it?”.

Miles couldn't help but kiss J’s beaming face.