Love & Tea Bags on The District Line with Responsible Adults

Starting Line-Up; "Running all my Life"

"That's it, Champ, shake it out, you got this shit in the fucking bag, baby!"

"Mike?"

"Yeah?"

"Shut up."

Mike huffed, slapping his hands down from massaging his husband's shoulders to flap at his side. He pouted. So Jay kissed the end of Mike's nose and laughed.

"Thank fuck you didn't do the motivational talks back in the changing rooms," Jay said, wiping the leftover spittle from Mike's nose.

"Yeah, well, I'd be too distracted anyway. You used to play with some really fucking hot men," Mike retaliated with a wink.

Jay pushed Mike's forehead making him topple back, apologising to the man he fell into behind who gave him an odd look. Mike was used to it. Out in public he and Jay were recognised often enough and considering he was here at the opening of the Deal Tough Mudder race as the celebrity guest, he figured the tall bloke with hazel hair and dimpled cheeks would have recognised him. The kid the man was with definitely seemed to, if the agog expression plastered over his face was any indication. Mike gave over his usual 'for the fans' smile, but turned back to Jay to offer his awesome moral support once more.

"Look, no pressure, but if you win this, not only will you make little Bea proud that her daddy did this for bubbas like her who were born too early, but I may, just may, have sex with you wearing your old football kit."

"I have no idea why you think wearing my kit would turn me on," Jay replied, stretching out his leg giving the old bad knee a warm up.

"Turns me on," Mike replied with a shrug. "And it's me in it. Sexiest man alive 2010 as voted for by Glamour magazine readers." Mike held out his arms in display.

"Long time ago that," Jay said. "You've gone a bit rough round the edges since then." Jay ruffled Mike's hair. "Bit grey," he stroked a finger along Mike's cheeks, "wrinkles."

Mike batted Jay's hand away. "They're called laughter lines, because you're so fucking hilarious." Mike pouted. Jay chuckled, shaking his shoulders and twisting his hips. "And you've messed up my hair you arsehole."

"Go run your emergency gel through it," Jay retaliated, bending down at the hips to stretch out his hamstrings.

Mike cocked his head at the sight of his husband's arse in the air. He wolf whistled, and Jay stuck his middle finger up behind him. Mike chuckled.

"Aren't you meant to be opening this damn race?" Jay asked, tucking his other leg behind to stretch out the right hamstring.

"This is a much better view," Mike said, taking a step forward to run a hand up Jay's back, pressing his groin to Jay's arse.

"Bugger off, will ya," Jay said, standing up and pushing Mike back with his arse.

"Er, I was trying," Mike laughed.

"Seriously, babe, one night away from the kids and you've gone rabid."

"It's what you do to me, baby," Mike drawled. Jay arched an eyebrow and Mike laughed rubbing his hand over Jay's belly. "Even if you are a bit podgy now."

"That's grounds for divorce proceedings," Jay replied, with a firm point of his finger. "You got a lawyer?"

"I love you." Mike grinned.