»opulence{miles kane x alex turner}

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"Alex?"

The sleeping Turner didn't stir when the door opened again some two hours later, spilling reddish light into the hotel room. Miles had returned, wearing the same clothes as earlier but looking totally different than he did when he left. He was standing up straight, he was no longer shunted out of focus or swaying on the spot. He looked as sober as he ever had in his life. It would have been impressive if Alex hadn't been asleep.

"Alex?"

Miles realised that his partner was asleep when he shut the door, and the man in the bed didn't stir. Miles watched him as he entered the room, closing the door gently. Alex looked tiny in that bed, his hair as black as sin against the white pillows, and Miles felt a sudden burst of nameless remorse for whatever it was that he'd done.

Figuring it was pointless to carry on calling him, Miles bent down and untied his shoes with a pleasantly clear head and left them next to the door. They were totally ruined- stained and scuffed from this evening- and if it weren't for the price tag, he'd have tried to convince himself that it didn't matter. He slid his jacket off and draped it over the back of the chair, knowing these were going to need packing in less than five or so hours, stopping for a moment in the dim hotel room with the only light hitting him being that of the streetlights and the cars outside.

He looked again at Alex as his long fingers began to undo his tie. He couldn't remember what he'd said to the Turner, but there was a reminiscent sense of guilt that was burning in his stomach. He knew he'd been vile, because he always was. His eyes swept over the shape of Alex, the rises and falls of his body under the duvet, and Miles felt awful. He pulled the tie off, leaving it on top of his jacket, and began deftly undoing the buttons of his shirt as his eyes swept from the empty bed near the door and the one by the window that Alex was sleeping in, and back- again and again. His clothes one by one joined the pile on the back of the chair until he was left in nothing but his underpants and his socks.

The action that should have followed was simple; to get into bed and go asleep. But Miles faltered, his socks seeming to stick to the thick carpet because he didn't want to sleep in that bed by the door on his own. He had no idea how arrogant that was of him, because he had only a fleeting recollection of what he'd said to Alex. He had no idea how much he'd upset the Turner, and could honestly not recall if the Turner had upset him. Miles didn't know why he did it- an hour or so off his face was very rarely worth the repercussions. This time certainly wasn't. He swallowed, and crossed the room to the window.

He was fully aware that this was a bad idea- he wasn't stupid enough to need to be told. Yet there was something drawing him to the sleeping Turner, something burning in his stomach that he couldn't bear to ignore. If he didn't speak to Alex tonight, the damage he'd done may be too deep and too set to fix. That had happened before- Miles knew the minute ins and outs of the things that followed him when he behaved like that. He couldn't bear the thought of Alex hating him as much as he should, and the thought of losing the way he looked at him was a train of thought that seared surprisingly deep. Miles didn't want to lose him.

The sheets were soft in his hand as he lifted it off the mattress, easing into the bed with a soft rustling of fresh linen on skin, sliding until he was horizontal next to Alex. It was a remarkably vulnerable position for Miles to put himself in; he'd not slept in a bed with anyone else for as long as he could remember, and the times that he did sleep with people only ever ended in him leaving before he actually reached unconsciousness. There was something almost ethereal in the idea of Miles sharing a bed with someone in such an innocent, harmless manner, and it caught in his stomach as he stared at Alex's sleeping frame, less than a few centimetres away from his own.