Some fires you fight. Some you drop to your knees for.
Jason Healy has wanted to be a firefighter his whole life.Twenty-one, eager, and desperate to impress, he’ll do anything his gruff mentor asks — hold the hose steady, work up a sweat, get down and give him twenty.Chase has no patience for a sunshine rookie who never stops talking.But somebody has to teach the kid how to handle his equipment…and Chase has always believed in hands-on instruction.
Forty-eight-hour shifts. One cramped bunk room.A job where every alarm could be the last — and a mentor who would walk through fire before he let his rookie get burned.They’re both straight. They keep saying it — right up until a bad call leaves Jason bruised, breathless, and stripped bare under his mentor’s slow, careful hands.Turns out Chase’s legendary attention to detail doesn’t stop at equipment checks.
From a first desperate, adrenaline-soaked encounter to a midnight shower where Jason learns exactly how hard it is to stay silent with Chase’s hands on him — and the whole crew asleep down the hall — every stolen moment burns hotter than the last. But a firehouse is a family, and in a house this small, secrets have nowhere to hide.
The only question is how long two men can smother a blaze this big before the whole crew sees the smoke.
