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

Mike slid back into bed. Thankfully, sleepy Stephen could be pacified by a good stroke, and he scratched a messy scalp until the tea was done and the body slid back under the duvet and resettled.


“Can’t get jetlag to Spain, you muppet.”


Mike laughed and left him to it, switching on the telly and enjoying his own brew. An arm snaked over histhighs and the snoring got pressed into his side and turned into a strangled sort of whiffling noise, but Mike was used to that. He just ruffled spiky dark hair whenever the whiffle got a bit too strangled, and left Sleeping Ugly to it.


Chapter 41