council couple

Milo had never done anything like this before. Even his last joining of the elections was a simple impulse, boredom based thing. Now, he was taking it seriously. He hadn't expected to care about something like this, something so community based and in the spotlight. Perhaps college was just as different from highschool as everyone constantly claimed it was. It was going to be a lot to work with for his introvert heart, but he was invested. He wanted to be on the Student Council. He adored SA, he enjoyed talking to people and listening to their interests and concerned, and he actually thought he could be a positive influence here in a position of authority. It was important.

His fiance, however, was more important. Milo was already getting busier and nervous, and it'd get worse seeing the new elections were right about to get started. He'd set aside today to spend some quality time with Vince before things got hectic. Try and shut off his brain and the council focused drivel of thoughts.

He went over to Vince's house at around noon with groceries in his arms and a bag with some homework he needed to finish over his shoulder. He had too much stuff to open the front door without a lot of fuckery, so he sighed and leaned on the doorframe. "Love? Angel? I'm here," Milo called out, hoping he was loud enough to be heard from inside the house. "Carrying a lot of shit, can you lemme in? I've got cake ingredients, if that helps inspire you to do so."

Milo stood a bit zoned out for a moment. What. Wow, was Vince hurt? It wasn't like they hadn't been seeing each other, he was still around, just-- oh, for fuck's sake. Milo exhaled, set down his bags very awkwardly, and just opened the door with his key.

"Vince!" Milo yelled, grinding his teeth. "I'm not ignoring you, and you can't banish me out of nowhere, we're getting fucking married, you jackass!"

He could hear Vince's frantic footsteps going up the stairs, and he was pretty sure he saw dropped art supplies on the floor. Okay. Clearly he was doing something questionable. This was like when you say your cat walking with something in its mouth, you ask what it is, and the cat starts running.

He ditched his homework bag on the couch, quickly shoved his groceries in the kitchen, then followed after Vince. "Are you throwing a tantrum? C'mon. You know I love you, I came over to just be with you today. Don't tell me super gay baking isn't tempting."

Being hurt in return would be easy, but Milo reminded himself that Vince was just lashing out and being himself. He didn't dislike him. Not really. He still needed him in his life, and they were going to bake and kiss, god damn it.

Milo unlocked Vince's room now too, peeking in. He saw a frustrated lump of blankets and fiance. He narrowed his eyes briefly. Vince had come up here with stuff, hadn't he? Where was it? He was doing something shady, Milo always knew when he was doing something shady. One could argue that was a constant for Vince, but Milo tended to notice when it was more focused. However malicious he could be, and absurd, Vince was intelligent within that. It was an interesting mixed bag he'd fallen in love with.

Milo sat on the bed and flopped down beside Vince, curling into him and pulling him close in his blanket cocoon. "I should go away, huh? You sure about that? Really super sure?"

Milo returned the flat expression perfectly. Then dipped down to pepper Vince with kisses. He was opportunistic. "I said I was going to be busy, but that I'd put aside time for you. I did, and wouldn't you look at that, here I am. Why are you being so stubborn? I'm not leaving, I refuse, 'cause I'm just as stubborn and I adore you." He pet his fiance's pretty blond hair. "I offered for you to help out with things, but you didn't seem interested. I'm done for today, I promise, I made sure to finish everything up so it could just be about you."

He adjusted to straddle Vince and kiss him, cupping his face so he couldn't squirm so much, but gentle. "Sure, you lived this long without it, and you hypothetically could continue to do so, but do you want to? I don't. I also don't give a fuck how much of a brat you act like, I'm still gonna to think you deserve the affection. Now, either talk to me seriously or stop resisting my love." Another kiss. He wasn't backing down. He could take Vince (on a date, that is, not in a fight- for now).

Milo grinned at Vince's very weak efforts at protest. Flattering. Clearly, he'd been right about what was happening here. As he usually was. Not that he thought of his fiance as subtle in these things. Milo tucked some of Vince's hair out of his face and kissed along his jaw. When he scooted back, Milo only followed, using his own weight to keep Vince from being able to escape any more than this- because it was obvious who was the heavier one between the two of them. He looped his arms around Vince's shoulders and eyed him, an eyebrow raised.

"Vince, please. Being president would be great, and I do have a few goals, but I'm also gonna be realistic and aware that it's just the student council we're talkin' here. This isn't an overwhelming amount of power and influence, even if helpful. It won't be that time consuming, I think the elections are actually more stressful and chaotic than the actual job you get out of it." He leveled Vince with a stare. "Speaking of, I will be having an actual career eventually. You could think of this as getting a feel for that. Better than just bein' thrown into the situation all at once."

"Okay, listen. If I'm president, I'll promise to let you be in whatever official place we hang out in with me, offices or whatever? If you behave. I can snuggle and do council work. Show off how cute you are, too."