Yes, Lieutenant
MM Firefighter Romance
by Chase Power
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Pairing: MM
Heat: 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ Inferno
Tropes: Age Gap, Firefighter Romance, Mentor/Rookie, Grumpy/Sunshine, Brat Tamer, Authority Kink, Praise Kink, Bi Awakening, Forbidden, Hurt/Comfort, Found Family, D/s Dynamic
He answers to “Lieutenant” at the station. He answers to “Sir” in the dark. And the rookie who can’t stop pushing him is about to find out what happens when the chain of command breaks.
Lieutenant Elias “Eli” Rourke hasn’t slept through the night in six years. Not since a warehouse fire took the rookie he was supposed to protect. Now he runs Station 27 with iron discipline, keeps everyone at arm’s length, and never—ever—lets a probie get close enough to matter.
Noah “Noe” Callahan is the new probationary firefighter with a smart mouth, a chip on his shoulder, and a last name that gets whispered behind his back. The chief’s nephew. The golden boy. The kid who needs to prove he belongs—and who can’t stop staring at his lieutenant’s hands.
When Eli’s hands-on training corrections spark something neither of them expected, the chain of command starts to crack. A near-miss in a locker room. A desperate night in a shower. A leather cord that means more than either of them can say. Noah is discovering that he wants to be told what to do—and praised when he does it well. Eli is discovering that the most dangerous thing in his life isn’t fire. It’s a twenty-five-year-old rookie with dimples and an authority kink who makes him want to stay.
But secrets don’t survive in a firehouse. The crew is watching. The chief is watching. And when a warehouse collapse puts Eli’s life in Noah’s hands, they’ll have to choose: play it safe, or fight for everything—the station, the crew, and each other.
You’ll love this book if you enjoy:
✅ Grumpy veteran x bratty rookie with explosive chemistry
✅ Age gap firefighter romance (42 x 25)
✅ Authority kink and brat taming that grows out of rank, not a scene
✅ Bi awakening done right—nervous, messy, real
✅ 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ — graphic, explicit, emotional heat (11 on-page scenes)
✅ Hurt/comfort after dangerous calls
✅ Found family firehouse crew with the best supporting cast
✅ HEA guaranteed
⚠️ Content Warning: This novel contains explicit sexual content (graphic MM scenes including authority/submission dynamics, spanking, edging, and light restraint), strong language, depictions of firefighting injuries, building collapse, and themes of grief and survivor’s guilt. Intended for readers 18+.
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Chapter One: Fresh Meat
I’m twenty minutes early and already sweating through my undershirt.
Station 27 looks exactly like every other firehouse in the city—brick face, red bay doors, American flag hanging limp in the dead August air—but standing in the parking lot with my duffel over my shoulder, it feels like the mouth of something I can’t take back.
And now I’m here, and all I can think is: they’re going to know.
Not about the gay thing. That’s buried so deep it might as well be geological. I mean about my uncle. Chief Kevin Callahan, twenty-three years on the job, runs this house like it’s his living room. Everyone in the department knows my last name. Everyone’s already decided I didn’t earn my spot.
I roll my shoulders, crack my neck, and walk through the side door like I own the place. Fake it till you make it. Story of my goddamn life.
“You Callahan?”
I turn. The guy leaning against the doorframe has a coffee mug that reads WORLD’S OKAYEST FIREFIGHTER.
“That’s me.”
“Jonesy. I’m your welcoming committee. Which means I pulled the short straw.”
He says it casually—the lieutenant—but something in his tone makes my ears prick. A heads-up dressed as a joke.
The kitchen is the heart of the place—long table, eight chairs, a whiteboard with the shift rotation, and a coffee maker that’s clearly been through some things.
And then there’s Torres. Mariana Torres walks in like she owns the room. “New probie?” she says. Not to me. To the room.
“Callahan’s nephew,” Briggs supplies, and there it is. The two words I’ve been bracing for.
My uncle walks in at 0650 sharp. “Lieutenant Rourke is your training officer—he’ll be handling your mentorship and evaluations for the probationary period.”
The kitchen door opens behind me. I know it’s him before I turn around. The room shifts—subtle, like a change in air pressure.
Elias Rourke is not what I expected. Six-foot-two of broad shoulders and barely contained authority. Built like a guy who’s been hauling hose and kicking down doors for twenty years. Thick forearms. Big hands. His eyes are blue. Not pretty blue. Cold blue. The blue of a gas flame right before it goes white.
“Callahan,” he says. Not a greeting. An identification.
“Academy’s not the job,” Rourke says. Flat. Final.
Something in me—the dumb, reckless, always-running-my-mouth part—opens the valve.
“So what do I call you? Lieutenant? LT? El Capitan? Because ‘lieutenant’ feels a little formal, right? Kind of a hall monitor vibe. No offense.”
His voice drops into a register I feel in my sternum.
“You call me Lieutenant. Or you call me sir. You don’t call me anything else, because you haven’t earned anything else. And when I tell you to do something on a call, you do it—not because it’s formal, not because it’s a vibe, but because my job is to keep you alive long enough to stop being a liability. Are we clear?”
Three sentences. He dismantled me in three sentences.
“Crystal,” I manage.
But underneath the embarrassment—there’s something else. When Eli Rourke dropped his voice and said are we clear, my entire body went yes.
Not yes-I-agree. Just… yes.
Like a lock hearing its key for the first time.
He’s coming across the bay in full gear. He looks bigger in turnouts. More deliberate.
“Time?” he asks.
“Seven-forty.”
Something shifts in his expression. Not a smile—nothing that generous. More like the absence of disapproval.
“Ladder pit. Let’s go.”
And if my eyes drop to the breadth of his shoulders, to the way he moves like gravity is a suggestion he mostly agrees with—that’s nobody’s business but mine.
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Under the Collar — A scene TOO HOT for retailers
Noah wears the leather cord to the station for the first time. Torres notices. Eli’s neck goes red. And when the shift ends and the locker room door locks… the cord stays on.
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