Chicago PD Detective Michael Branham reluctantly calls in the federal marshals when he gets wind of a dangerous fugitive. Ken “Sully” Sullivan flies in as the Agent-in-Charge. After a futile car chase during a blizzard and a resulting car accident, the two men take shelter in an unused stable. Wounded and cold, Sully and Michael lower their defenses and admit their attraction to each other. Sully's comfortable with his bisexuality, whereas Michael has some self-admitted attraction to men but has never done anything about it. Months later, Michael has a family funeral in the DC area and arranges to meet Sully again. The heat still smolders between them. Then disaster hits Michael -- the kind only another cop can understand. Sully rearranges his life to support Michael, who is still uncertain about their new relationship. Can two men with high stress jobs from different cities find a way to meet each other in the middle?

Trust in the Fast Lane

He kissed my temple, rubbing his knuckles against my chest. “Come back to bed. Please.” 17: US Federal Marshal Ken Sullivan


We made it through the night without any more meltdowns. I confess I spent some time contemplating the ceiling and wondering just how much worse this would have been if Michael were alone. I had half expected him to be drunk off his ass when I arrived. That was a typical response judging from some of my coworkers. He was different, different background, different thought processes. Tossing his cookies in the sink, begging me to fuck him, and that bolt out of bed when I refused…I was pretty sure he would have hurt himself if I hadn’t intervened. Even now, I wasn’t completely convinced he had backed off the metaphoric ledge. And there was no way I was leaving him alone until I wassure he had calmed down enough to think logically.


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