»opulence{miles kane x alex turner}

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Yo yo yo
we're back to alex and miles now so you don't need to panic about me waffling on about nothing in particular (although this is hideously long.) (and i wrote it in like two sittings so god knows how it turned out)

sorry for the slow updates but my gcse's are in like a month and i'm suicidal

(also i stILL DON'T HAVE A FUCKIGN COMPUTER)

thanks for reading boyos i love youuu

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TWO WEEKS LATER

"I hope this was worth delaying the flight for."

Alex sounded jovial as he hauled the suitcase into the hotel room behind him, the plastic wheels making a tinny sort of rattle against the laminate floor of the corridor and almost breaking his arm when they stuck on the frame that separated the room from the hallway. Miles was in front, inside the room already and looking around with veteran perception, grinning at Alex when he turned around and saw the struggle that the smaller boy had got himself into.

"Just watching you try and pull a suitcase was worth delaying the flight," he answered tartly, taking the handle off Alex and pulling it himself. It gave almost immediately, Miles rolling his eyes as he dragged it inside properly and deposited it underneath one of the large tables with the other suitcase. It was heavier than it looked, granted, but still nothing to panic about. Alex pouted childishly, in an over-exaggerated manner he would never have done usually.

Miles had swept into the bathroom already- the sounds of the shower floating into the main room almost immediately as Alex looked around. For a grown man, he was rather pathetically excited that he was here at all- because he really wasn't supposed to be and nobody really knew that he was. As far as his dad was concerned, Alex was away on a European break with CEOs and managers to learn more finessed business techniques. He smiled at that thought- the Turner boy couldn't be further away from Europe if he tried, and indeed was equally distant from any proper, honest business.

Against everyone's word and indeed his better judgement, Alex had gone to Chicago with Miles in the hopes of scouting out a new venue. It was a stupid decision, one that would land him in more trouble than he cared to think about if he got caught; but he wasn't about to go changing his mind just yet. The flight had been amusing, Miles' company had been enjoyable, and the prospect of having several days in no one else's company but the Kane's- being as risky and secretive and reckless as they wanted to- was too promising to pass up.

There was steam edging out from underneath the bathroom door as Miles washed the long flight from his skin, Alex sitting against the headboard of one of the large beds with his knees bent at an angle. He was already taken with the room itself- it had high, wide windows that allowed in every inch of the weather and projected the emotions of the sky into the room, making patterns on the laminate flooring and shadows on the white bed covers and curtains. It wasn't too dissimilar to the rooms in Miles' house and the way they seemed to curl around corners and lazily throw themselves open to its inhabitants- and as such couldn't be further away from the kind of rooms that Alex was used to. There were no old oil paintings or cream embossed wallpaper here.

The two men hadn't seen much of Chicago yet- they'd taken a taxi straight to the hotel from the airport, but it seemed bustling and exciting to Alex- who had never really been on a proper trip outside London- and as though it was throwing open opportunities for more than just the casino business. Miles was as unfazed as ever, used to this kind of excursion, although he was mulling over the company of the Turner boy as the water rolled over his skin, pleasant and warm after being cooped up for so long- one eyebrow narrowing of its own accord as the details of this situation presented themselves to him.