For Love of Justin

Some Enchanted Evening

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There wasn't much conversation in the car as Brian drove straight to his loft. Justin didn't say anything, making only noncommittal noises in response to Brian's attempts at small talk, until he realized that they weren't heading to Kinnetik.

"Brian, you missed the turn, the office is down Piedmont, isn't it?"

The older man looked over at his companion, surprised for a moment. He quickly masked it, however, and calmly replied, "that is true. If we really were going to the office, I would have turned there. But we're not going to the office, Sunshine."

"We're not?" Big blue eyes turned to look at him. "You're taking me somewhere else?" Before Brian could answer, Justin rushed on, his words tumbling out, "you're mad at me for earlier, for not listening to you about the running, and for losing it with Hobbs, and especially for coming on to you again when you've told me not to, but don't make me leave! I'm sorry, Brian, I didn't mean to let things get out of hand, I know you've told me over and over how it's going to be between us, that you just want to be friends and my coach. I should just accept that and pay attention to your coaching instead of always..."

"Shut up, Justin." The words were spoken kindly, but firmly. Justin, however, looked as though he'd been slapped. His face went pale and then red. Brian was torn between laughing at him and comforting him. He ended up doing both, chuckling quietly as he pulled the car over and stopped. Fortunately, they'd reached his loft, and he got street parking instead of having to pull into the underground garage. This needed attention right away apparently. He shifted to look at the upset young runner, then reached over and pulled him into a hug, despite the awkwardness of the gear shift being between them.

"Justin, I'm not mad and you haven't done anything to make me mad. I just think it's time to rethink our relationship. This whole buddies thing isn't working."

Justin still looked upset and interrupted Brian explanation once again, "I said I was sorry about that, I promise to try harder. I don't want to stop being friends."

Brian sighed, this was not easy to get across, he realized, and wondered, not for the first time, just how innocent Justin was.

"Justin, stop jumping in on me, I'm trying to tell you that the buddies thing is over because, obviously, we both want more, and this, this 'wanting,' is showing no signs of going away. Maybe keeping a professional relationship would work for some coaches and runners, but it isn't working for me. I don't think it's working for you, either. So, unless you say no, we're going upstairs to my place to finish what we've started a couple of times now, and I'll be damned if I let anything or anyone stop us this time. Now, does that sound like a plan to you?"

That huge, beaming smile of Justin's burst across his face.

"You mean it? You really want to?"

Brian couldn't hold back a full laugh this time, but Justin didn't mind. He jumped out of the car, and was practically bouncing as he waited for Brian to get out and lock the car. Brian grabbed him by the hand then and led him into the building. Once in the elevator, he pulled the smaller body close, lifting him up by the hips so that their lips could meet.

"God, Justin, I want you," Brian said before capturing the full lips that had been haunting him for weeks. Justin moaned into Brian's mouth as his head pressed forward into the hard kiss. It wasn't like any kiss he'd ever experienced. He could feel the taller man's erection pressing into his groin, and felt as though he could come right there from the sensations bombarding him. As Brian's hands cupped his ass, the taller man's mouth explored his forcefully; his cock pressed against him, full, thick and hard. He wrapped his strong legs around Brian's waist to further anchor him against the other's body.

The elevator ground to a halt. Brian pulled his mouth from Justin's for a moment, as, keeping him balanced on his hip, he used one hand to fling open the lift gate. He managed to walk the few steps to his loft without having to set Justin down. He was enjoying the feel of their groins rubbing together as he walked too much to begrudge the weight or the awkwardness. Justin was sucking on the sensitive area below his ear as he unlocked the loft door as quickly as possible and slid it over. Still carrying the runner, and breathless more as a result of his burden's ministrations to his neck than from the weight, he punched in the security code. Relocking the door to safeguard their privacy, he moved immediately up the steps to his platform bed.

Unwrapping Justin's arms and legs, Brian placed him gently on the bed. Looking down at the young man's flushed face, Brian asked, "are you sure you're ready to take this step?"

Again, Justin gave him that brilliant smile. "I've been ready for this since the first day I met you, when I was leaning against that lamp post and you promised to show me a better way to stretch."

Brian grinned back at him, lifting an eyebrow humorously.

"Well, I guess it's time for me to keep that promise." His face growing serious, he moved onto the bed himself, and straddled the blond. First he pulled off his own shirt, exposing his tanned, muscular chest. After toeing off his own shoes and yanking off his socks, he slowly pulled off Justin's running shoes, and socks, then his shirt. He moved his hands to blond's belt, slowly unfastening it. Justin shivered as the hazel eyes held his own gaze. He felt entranced by the beautiful man leaning over him, yet nervous too. As Brian slid his belt off, Justin made a move to get up. Brian looked at him questioningly, then pulled him up into his arms so he could look closely into his face. After first kissing him, he spoke again, remarkably patiently for him.

"Justin, if you're at all doubtful..."

The blond shook his head vigorously, and interrupted, "No! It isn't that."

"Then what? I don't think I can hold back much longer, so if we aren't going to do this, let me know so I can go jump into the shower. A really cold shower." Brian smiled sheepishly. Justin blushed again.

"I just, it's just, well, I never...." The voice faltered and fell silent and the blush deepened. Brian sucked in his bottom lip as he thought about whether he should sit back and enjoy Justin's efforts to explain his lack of experience after his claims of being a player, or whether he should take pity on the boy. A nice person would do the latter, he realized, but then, he thought, smirking inwardly, he never claimed to be a nice person. They miss out on so much fun.

"You never what, Justin? Did it in a platform bed under blue lights? Without handcuffs? With just one other person? Anything you want can be arranged."

Brian enjoyed watching Justin's eyes get wider with each suggestion. Realizing that a panicked bed partner was probably not in his best interests, he chuckled again and rolled Justin over on top of him as he lay back on the pillows. He pulled the nervous blond down so that he was lying flush against him and held him tightly to his chest, rubbing his back muscles soothingly.

"I know, baby," he murmured. "You never fooled me, and we'll take this as slowly as you want." Justin relaxed against him for a moment, then popped back up.

"You knew all along? All those times you referred to my experiences and my rules about not sleeping with anyone twice, you knew it was fake?"

"Well yeah, but it's okay, I don't mind." Brian tried pulling him down but Justin leaned back away from him, on his knees, straddling him. If only he'd gotten their pants off first, Brian mused. His wayward mind pondered once again just how far down that blush went. So far it was tinting all of the usually pale chest.

"I mind! You must have been laughing at me, with all that talk of not being another notch on my bedpost, if you knew all along. I can't believe this!" Justin looked furious, as well as furiously close to tears. Brian tightened his grip on the boy's hips.

"Justin, calm down for a second. We've had this smouldering sexual tension between us for a month now. I used your, for want of a better phrase, 'under the covers' story to ease a difficult situation because I promised myself, and Ben, not to take advantage of you. You see, I am the kind of guy you pretended to be, but I didn't want to be that way with you. Everything I said to you, the important stuff, was true. We were better off being buddies than sexual partners, but..."

"But now you're willing to have a one night stand with me after all?" The blue eyes were rapidly blinking, trying to hold back the tears that threatened. Brian used his greater strength to force Justin down to his chest again and placed a hand on his chin to hold him in place so he could kiss him lightly.

"No," he said softly. "I don't want a one night stand. And neither do you. So instead of wasting our time going over the past month, and who said or believed what, why don't we start the new phase of our friendship." His voice deepened. "I want you. I want to come inside you and make love to you. And if I'm not mistaken, you want that too. Yes?" Hazel eyes looked into blue ones.

"Yes,"Justin sighed, stretching out his lithe body over the other man, making him moan softly into their next kiss. Pants were quickly discarded at that point, along with the other remaining items of clothing, so that they were soon enjoying the feel of skin on skin everywhere their bodies met. Brian rolled again so that he was on top of the blond and kissed his way down the slim, toned body, nipping at the dusky nipples and tonguing the navel that marked the start of a thin line of blond hair.

"Brian, please," the writhing blond moaned as Brian circled around his straining cock and proceeded to suck and kiss his way down one muscular thigh, paying particular attention to the area where the leg met the hip, as his other hand reached up to fondle a nipple.

"Please what?" Brian smiled, propping himself up on an elbow to survey the light bruises marking Justin's pale skin. He was being careful to keep them high enough to be hidden by the boy's running shorts. "Tell me what you want baby."

"Touch me."

His smile growing, Brian skimmed his hand over Justin's erect cock.

"Like this?"

He moved his mouth down and licked the dripping tip of its pre-cum.

"Or like this?" The slim hips bucked up as Justin gasped. Grinning with satisfaction, Brian took the entire length in and moved his mouth up and down leisurely. Within seconds of being enveloped in the warm wetness, and feeling the pressure of alternating licks and sucking, Justin was shooting into his lover's mouth. He felt boneless as he was rolled over onto his stomach and the slow progression down his body commenced again. Justin couldn't believe the incredible feelings engulfing him. He thought briefly of the mutual masturbation he'd engaged in with his one and only former boyfriend, wishing for a moment that they'd had the chance to go further. Before he had the chance to become saddened he was completely distracted by the novel feeling of a tongue probing his ass.

"Briiiiaaaan!" He gasped out the name, and started to twist his head around, startled; the word finished with another moan as the waves of pleasure hit him again. "Oh my God." He couldn't believe Brian was actually moving his tongue in and out of his ass, and how amazing it felt.

"Shush, relax and enjoy it," Brian whispered. He rimmed Justin for several more minutes, then rolled him over again, pleased to see he was fully erect again and ready for more.

"What do you want?" He fixed the blue eyes with an intense gaze. The younger man was so incredibly beautiful, lying there, looking so thoroughly wanton sprawled beneath him.

"I want everything," the beautiful young man replied without hesitation. Nodding, Brian reached for a condom and handed it to Justin.

"Put it on me." He couldn't help smiling at the look of concentration on the blond's face as he carefully removed the latex disc from the foil packet and unrolled it onto the large, swollen cock poised over him. Moving Justin's legs up onto his shoulders, and blessing the limberness of the young athlete, Brian quickly lubed his cock and Justin's hole, then, moving slowly, he entered him, stopping to let him adjust each time he saw an expression of pain in the blue eyes.

"The pain will go away, just relax, baby," he whispered, bending to kiss the younger man.

Within a moment, Brian felt Justin pushing back against him, pressing him deeper inside, and he took that as a sign to start thrusting. Sweat glistened on his shoulders as he moved, holding Justin's gaze, watching as the passion overtook him.

"Oh God, Brian, I'm going to..." Justin's words turned to babbling as he started to climax, lifting his hips to meet each thrust.

"Come for me, baby, let it go," Brian encouraged, angling to hit the blond's prostrate on each stroke. As he felt the hot cum against his stomach, he focused on his own climax, reaching it within just a couple of strokes. Rolling over, he quickly discarded the condom and then pulled Justin into his arms.

"I love you, Brian," Justin said, speaking quietly into the older man's chest. Brian's hand, which had been making lazy circles on Justin's back, stilled. He didn't know what to say. He hated when this happened, when he felt forced to say something back that he didn't mean. Before the pause grew to be too long, he tipped Justin's head up and thoroughly kissed him, hoping to distract him from the declaration that went unanswered. After several minutes of kissing, he pulled away.

"We'd better get a quick shower, Daphne is waiting for her chocolate," he told him, moving out of the bed.

Midway to the bathroom, Brian looked back at the blond in his bed.

"Coming? I'll let you wash my back, and maybe even let you take advantage of me in the shower this time," he teased.

Justin's eyes took in the long, lean body standing so temptingly in front of him. He wanted to know what this all meant, but was smart enough to know this wasn't the time to pursue it.

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Brian looked out over his runners. Daphne and George were running beautifully, keeping to the splits he had given them. Another promising woman who had joined his distance group, Kelsey Isgerate, was doing her best to keep up with Daphne, per her instructions, while George was running with Pilcher, without any apparent problems. Brian had deliberately chosen a pace that would be easier for the redhead, and which would keep Pilcher working too hard to cause trouble.

Justin, as usual, was running far too fast, keeping way ahead of the times he'd given him for his splits. They'd already done their long, hard run together that morning and Brian had been hard pressed to keep up with him despite his warning to the blond not to increase the pace without being told to do so. Seeing that Justin was still feeling the afterglow from the previous evening's love-making, as well as some pre-run blow jobs, he didn't make a big deal out of it. He reasoned that one overly fast run, when Justin was still on an adrenalin high, wouldn't do any harm, especially after all the chocolate cake and ice cream the young man had consumed with Daphne and George. Brian mentioned the pacing problem again in passing when they finished, but all he got was that brilliant smile in acknowledgment. That, and another fantastic blow job in the shower, he amended mentally. The boy was a far better student in sex than in running. Watching him now, seemingly expending his full energy on each split and running ahead of the others, Brian realized that he was going to have to make it clear to his star runner that their off track relationship did not mean Justin could ignore his training advice. He sighed as he thought about how to handle this.

"Justin's going pretty fast today," Ben observed in his usual mild manner. Brian twisted his mouth in a grimace. He was pretty sure Ben suspected something had gone on between Brian and Justin after yesterday's incident to put the blond in such a good mood, but thankfully it seemed that the other man wasn't going to say anything. Yet.

"Yes, and he's going to have to learn not to ignore me. What do you say to a practice 5K?"

"Sounds good. But it will only work if he doesn't win, you realize." Ben gave Brian a small smile. "He's damn fast. Who do you think can beat him?"

"Right now, George. He's been taking it easy today and is relatively fresh still. Plus, he had a test in his early class this morning so I gave him a rest day on the long one. I think Pilcher may be able to do it too, which he'll hate more. Both of them have been scrupulous about following my orders today and both have killer kicks, the bane of the front runner. I take it Pilcher is on probation?"

"It seemed the best solution. I had a long talk with him yesterday. His biggest problem is with being a follower, that coupled with not being all that bright, but I think I was actually getting through to him. Plus, it seemed like a good idea to cut him the break, to let the other runners know this is not a 'gay biased" squad. Hobbs is still suspended. Since this summer practice routine is not mandatory, his scholarship isn't affected, but the charges before the student disciplinary board can have an effect. But Pilcher seems willing to change his ways, and without Hobbs to lead him, I think he warrants a second chance. Are you okay with that? Since he's doing the distance work, you have to work with him more than I do."

"Sure. You're the boss, and quite frankly, as long as he keeps his mouth shut about his homophobia and keeps running this well once the season is here, I have no problem with his personal views." Brian wasn't as sanguine as Ben about the potential for real change, but he was cynical enough to realize that a completely tolerant running environment wasn't to be achieved.

"As for Taylor, coming in second or third will be lesson enough. If he can hold out in this heat, after the splits he's been doing, then I obviously am underestimating him and will have to adjust his training. But I expect him to crumble before the finish and be unable to maintain a lead on George and Pilcher."

"He may be upset with you." Ben spoke quietly, but the look in his eyes made Brian flush.

He sucked in his lips, trying to think of what to say. Ben spoke again before he came up with something.

"Brian, it's pretty apparent, at least to me, that some type of relationship has formed between Justin and you. Maybe it was inevitable, but I can't say I'm happy about it, although I know I can count on you to be discreet. You know how important it is for Justin to keep a low profile. And as long as you're sure of what you're doing, there really is no problem. You're a volunteer coach and you're both consenting adults. I don't think in a larger sense that there is an ethical problem. But, in this particular case, however, there are extenuating circumstances. Justin is very vulnerable right now and as his coach, you have a great deal of influence on him. I'm afraid of how he'll handle it when he realizes that you don't have the same feelings for him that he has for you."

"And how do you know that we don't have the same feelings?" Brian asked tensely. Fuck. He should have known that word of his changed relationship with the runner would get around, he just didn't expect it to be so soon. He was pretty sure that Daphne and George didn't say anything, although from their smirks the night before they had a pretty good idea why dessert was so delayed. He had planned to confess to Ben anyway as soon as the opportunity arose, feeling he owed it to him, and Ben was being surprisingly calm. Nonetheless, his assumption that Brian didn't care as much about Justin as Justin did for him, irked him.

Ben just raised an eyebrow at the part-time coach, full time Liberty Avenue stud.

"I'm not about to fuck around with the kid's head, Ben, but I do think that what happens between Justin and me off the track should stay between him and me. Quite frankly, it got to the point where trying to resist the attraction between the two of us was creating more of a problem than giving in to it seemed likely to present. And besides, I like the kid quite a bit, I'm not out to hurt him."

"I don't think you ever mean to hurt anyone, Brian," was Ben's only response.

"What the fuck does that mean?" Brian looked over at his co-coach, noticing for the first time the tired lines marking his handsome face and restrained his anger. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just the usual stuff. Nothing worth bothering you over. Why don't we bring them in and announce this trial race?" Brian stared at him for a moment longer, then nodded. He didn't suspect Ben of harboring hurt feelings over anything he'd done, Ben was too sensible for that, and besides, would tell him if he did something to tick him off. Which meant that it was most likely that the good professor had been treated to another one of Mikey's temper tantrums over Brian's perceived neglect. He hoped for his boyhood friend's sake that he wised up before he scared Ben away by behaving like a twat every time he got jealous over Brian's activities.

"Okay then, you want to blow your whistle, or shall I?" He smirked suggestively as he asked the question, garnering a short laugh from Ben.

"You're incorrigible. But since I'm sure your blowing skills are more well developed than mine, feel free to blow away."

"Don't sell yourself short, Professor. I'm sure you can blow with the best of them. Maybe it's the difference in whistles?" Brian's tongue was pressed firmly against one cheek as he looked sideways at the mild professor.

Ben just shook his head and smiled, refusing to take the bait. Brian gave three loud, short blasts on his whistle, followed by one long one, the signal for the runners to come in. He noted that as everyone else was jogging over by the shortest route, Justin, who had just started a new lap, continued moving forward around the quarter mile track instead of turning around and coming in. He frowned with annoyance, but quickly assumed his usual impassive expression before the first runners reached Ben and him. In truth, the burst of speed Justin put on at the sound of the whistle ensured that he reached the two men at approximately the same time that the slower runners who were midway around the track did, but that didn't excuse his not immediately coming in by the shortest route, per procedure. Well, Brian smiled grimly to himself, his little front runner might find himself regretting that extra quarter mile at full speed when the last lap of their impromptu race came around.

"We've decided, Coach Kinney and I, to let you finish up practice today with something a little more fun," Ben began.

"Yay, ice cream party!" George cheered, causing a general laugh to break out. The day was extraordinarily hot for June in Pittsburgh and many of the runners looked wistful at the idea of some nice cold ice cream. Ben grinned.

"Tell you what, run well and we'll see what we can do about some ice cream for tomorrow. The fun we have in mind for right now is a practice race, just a five thousand meter. And strictly voluntary. Who's up for it?"

Quite a few runners groaned, but about two dozen of the forty person squad raised their hands, roughly half women and half men. The team was familiar with the 5K cross country course that the local high school used, comprised of a five thousand meter loop that finished with two laps of the track. It started in the parking lot and entailed a lap of the bike trail that ran through the wooded area adjoining the stadium.

"We'll run this like a road race," Brian announced after giving the runners a five minute break to stretch and grab some water. He was pleased to see that Justin did both. Maybe he would surprise them and run a smart race. "Line up in accordance with where you think you'd be seeded. If you want my advice, underestimate yourself, it feels better to pass than to be passed." A general chuckle greeted his words as the runners excitedly moved over to where Ben placed some cones to show the starting line. Brian noted approvingly than Daphne and Kelsey moved to an area near the back of the crowd, just ahead of the slower women runners. Daphne was good at pacing herself, and was another one with a great finishing kick; Kelsey, a tall pretty brunette, would be smart to stick with her. She was another who tended to fade before the finish line was reached in longer races, keeping nothing back to hold off threats from runners who ran more strategically. George kept to the back of the male pack, choosing to stand with the fastest of the rest of the women, including two of Ben's shorter distance stand-outs, while Justin and Pilcher claimed the front of the pack. Setting his stopwatch, he gave the whistle to start.

Justin took off in a blaze of speed, followed at some distance by Pilcher and a couple of the other men, including Ben's fastest runner, Ronny Walton. Daphne and Kelsey continued to run together until their group moved out of Brian's sight, on into the woods.

"Well, now we wait and see how they do. It's too hot for me to try chasing them on my bike," Ben commented, dropping down onto the grass next to the track.

"It's too hot to run, either, but that doesn't stop us usually, now does it?" Brian grinned and dropped into a crouch next to him. He glanced at his watch, five minutes down. They should see the first of them come out of the woods in about five more minutes. Looking at the signs of stress still showing on the other man's face, he asked, "you want to talk about anything?"

"Nope."

"Okay. Let me know if you change your mind." They sat in companionable silence. Ben couldn't help but contrast how differently Michael would have reacted. He would either have nagged until Ben confided, or sulked at not being confided in, but he would never have simply accepted a "no" with nothing more than the offer to listen if Ben wanted to talk. For all his provocative ways, he was finding, during this experiment in coaching together, that Brian could be a very restful person to be around. Since dating Michael, Ben had lost touch with a good many of his other friends. He was surprised to find out how much pleasure he was getting from simply spending time with another man with whom he was not sexually involved. He realized suddenly that as much as he loved Michael, he really didn't like him enough to be friends with him. The thought was a disturbing one.

"Here they come, out of the woods, Taylor, Pilcher and Walton. Followed by Wilson. And we have a few more in the distance." Brian shaded his eyes with his hand to block the sun, still strong in the late afternoon sky.

As the first men were reaching the track for the last half mile of the race, Justin was still in the lead, with Pilcher not far behind. George had overtaken Walton, who was fading slightly. Daphne and Kelsey could be seen coming out of the woods, running neck and neck, easily the first women and faster than about three of the men. The remaining men were spread out between them and Walton. The other team members, who had chosen not to race, started clapping and calling out encouragement to the racers.

As Justin passed by the two coaches, completing his first of the final two laps, the strain of holding off Pilcher was showing on his face. Pilcher started to press him, closing the gap between them and pushing up the pace. Suddenly George started his kick, too soon, Brian thought, watching, but the redhead was steadily reeling in the other two runners in front of him. Walton made an effort to keep up with him but fell back as George continued to pick up his pace.

As the first two came into the second half of the quarter mile track, they were running even, at what Brian estimated to be about a 4:20 pace. Both of them were straining now. But George continued to pick up speed, catching them as they came into the final curve, and then passing on the outside. His face was almost as red as his hair, but his legs were moving like pistons; meanwhile, the other two runners were beginning to slow. Walton was about three hundred yards behind them. The two girls were entering the track and battling each other for first woman. This distance was not to Daphne's advantage, since she was used to longer races, and Kelsey, a former sprinter, had taken advantage of Daphne's pacing and now was using her long, powerful stride and sprinter's kick to challenge the smaller woman. Brian thought that Kelsey may have gone into her kick too soon, which would give the win to Daphne if she could hold on, but Kelsey had been showing tremendous improvement as a distance runner and could surprise them all, including herself.

Entering the final curve, it was Wilson, Taylor, Pilcher. As George pulled away, both of the other two men dug in, trying to catch him, but Pilcher finally faltered, allowing Justin to gain a few yards on him. But that was all Justin was able to do, as he finished a full fifteen seconds behind George and just three seconds ahead of Pilcher. That effort caused him to collapse to his knees retching on the grass next to the finish line. Brian stayed back and let Ben rush to his side, remaining on the sidelines instead, clapping and calling out advice to the remaining runners. George continued to run, moving along next to Daphne as she went into her final quarter mile, trailing Kelsey by a dozen yards. His teasing support enabled her to find a new burst of speed and the two women finished neck and neck. After the final runners came in, all with respectable speeds given the conditions, Brian moved over to where Ben was giving Justin and Warren Pilcher water. Both men were completely wiped out. Brian was impressed by Pilcher's performance. He didn't beat Justin, but he came damn close to it, and that was a major improvement for him. Of course, he probably hadn't done the morning run that Justin had, nor had he worked as hard during practice, but it was still quite an achievement. And from the look on Justin's face, he realized it. Being beaten by George wasn't as troubling to him as having to run side by side with Pilcher, a known homophobe, for the last leg of the race had been.

Good, Brian thought, maybe he'll learn something.

Justin got up and moved away as Brian walked over. The other runners were laughing and rerunning every foot of their individual races, as runners love to do with each other post race. Kelsey and Daphne were teasing George, who was beaming over his win, as well he should, Brian thought. He congratulated the redhead, then turned to say something about the race to Justin, when the blond took off running for the woods.

"Justin, where the hell are you going?" The blond's pace was far too fast for a mere cool down run.

Justin slowed momentarily, then increased his speed as he headed towards the woods, soon moving out of sight and beyond Brian's voice. Damn that boy, Brian thought, as he ran over to Ben's bicycle.

"I'll be back, Ben, don't keep the runners, tell them all how great they did for me." Waiting only for Ben's nod of acknowledgment, Brian took off after Justin.

"Just wait till I get my hands on you, you little twat," he fumed, pedaling furiously. He would make Justin listen to him if it killed him. Just then, he heard the sound of two loud cracks come from the woods ahead.

Gunfire.

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