»opulence{miles kane x alex turner}

r e n d e z v o u s

hiyaa 
i'm not entirely sure why this one is so long, and it's probably shit because i didn't edit and don't have a computer and (i dunno if this is relatable if any of u write also) my writing only seems to turn out ok if i do it on a computer?? fuck knows tbh

also i was wondering what your opinions on 'mature ;)' chapters are bc i wanna propel the plot quite soon but if the general consensus is 'ew' then i can find another way, w/e you want

thank u for reading boyos i love u

"Alex, I'm so sorry."

There was no immediate reply, Alex deciding instead to look out of the window at the passing lights and stay quiet. He wasn't entirely sure how he was going to play this yet, so he'd wait for the right opportunity. The fact that he couldn't tell if Miles was apologising for being a drug dealer, apologising for the way he'd behaved, apologising for lying to him or apologising for the flame-fuelled rendezvous of earlier summed up the whole situation rather succinctly. There was something almost hilarious in among the horror.

They were in the car again, though it wasn't the same one that Alex had been picked up in. There was probably a reason for that, he realised, just as there was a reason for every tiny and minutely calculated movement that Miles made. And now he knew what that reason was, everything was falling into place- like breezeblocks plummeting into gaps that landed in time with the almost frenzied slamming of his heart against his chest and shook him from the inside out.

They were silent for an uncomfortably long time. Everything seemed magnified tenfold, the growling of the wheels on the rain-slicked motorway sounding like caged lions beneath them and the rain seeming to hammer with enough force to break the glass. The smaller man was churning inside out, swept up in cold fear and dread, kicking himself for not asking sooner, and sickening himself with the extent to which he was involved. This was not usual Alex Turner territory. This was territory that seemed intent on bursting his heart from his chest.

"I can get you all your money back," Miles said eventually, the silence having spread between them like a thick fog with snaking tendrils. He sounded almost wounded, guilty- and it didn't sound like anything that the smaller man was used to. There was something immediately horrifying about Miles sounding guilty; it drove home the extent of the situation.

"Maybe not straight away, but I can."

"I don't want my money back," Alex said all of a sudden, his voice sharper than he usually would have dared. The fact that he was so resolute and steady whereas Miles was jittery and unsure would have in itself been amusing in any other circumstances. The Turner had a very welcome ability to pretend that he didn't feel as shaken as he actually did, which came in handy for pretending he wasn't currently hanging in a strange limbo of hating Miles for what he was doing, hating Miles for the fact he'd expected to get away without telling him anything despite taking his money, some strange diluted betrayal that Jamie and Robert and Will had known and not told him, and the most concerning of all was the fact that Alex was now as completely aware as they were but with this golden exit clause of Miles taking him off the register-

because he didn't want him to.

Miles wasn't gathering the gist of what Alex meant- possibly on purpose- as he shoved the gearstick forwards, the car whining horribly. "I don't take donations. If you're not working with me, I'm not using it."

Alex was still not looking at him for fear of losing his temper. "No one said anything about it being a donation."

It still seemed to take a moment for the full weight of those words to sink into Miles' brain. He pulled a face as he rounded a corner, the wheels turning slower than he ever usually drove. For some reason, Miles was too shaky to put his foot down, no strength in his hands to control the steering wheel and some omnipresent lingering that if there was ever going to be an accident, it was going to happen tonight. He was terrible superstitious like that.