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

I stood up and pulled him into my arms. “Ifwe do this, we need more than just lube and condoms.”


“So that you don’t have a freak out moment, you need an enema, just one of those drug store jobs is fine. Otherwise, especially for a newbie, it can be messy and gross.”


Apparently that idea hadn’t occurred to him.


“I can go down the street and buy one,” he said slowly. “There’s a drug store about a block and a half away.”


I took that as a sign that he really wanted to do this, because running out to buy one of those things on the spur of the moment took a smidge of courage. Now all I had to do was have enough trust to believe he would do it and not indulge in something stupid and self-destructive along the way. I wasn’t sure if I was that brave. “I’ll go with you if you want.”


One errand accomplished followed by bathroom time. Michael sat down on the sofa beside me, a pair of paint and epoxy stained jeans on, nothing else.


Chapter 23