It's the summer break, and for the first time in his life, Mike would rather stay in the bloody classroom.<br><br>It's wedding season, and Mike is doomed to spend all summer sipping cheap champagne and pretending he likes tiny portions of posh food. From the passive-aggressive torment of Mike's mother-in-law to the insulting incredulity of his colleagues over what his mysterious husband actually looks like, Mike would voluntarily teach sex education to fourteen-year-olds for the rest of his life if it would only get him out of one more wedding. Even his husband in a kilt isn't going to save this one.<br><br>But there's nothing like watching someone else get hitched to remind him of where he's come from ... and where he's determined to go from here.

Married Ones

“Careful,” Mike had warned. “That’s the kind of thing they’ll show at our wedding.”


“Who said anything about a wedding?” Stephen had replied. “Death of a good love affair is that.”


“Wrong,” Mike whispered in the darkness of their new tent, nine years away from that flippant remark.“Got a bloody good love affair right here.”


He’d seen it coming. Knew he was in deep from the very first date. Knew he didn’t want to let go long before he bought that ring on Stephen’s finger. But he supposed he could see the scepticism. He’d never been taken for the marrying kind before.


But even after nine years, he’d do it all again. For this guy.


He squeezed. Stephen mumbled something about frogs. Mike snorted, and let him be.


Could always try for the condom trees in the morning.


They went home the evening before the wedding.


Chapter 24