Brian shook his head. "This is all crazy."

"I like crazy."

Brian stared at Justin blankly for a moment. Then he breathed, "You would. Twisted little fucker."

Justin smiled. "So are we going to save Aidan and James or leave them to rot?"

Brian sighed. "Can't we just hit the rewind button?"

"Huh?"

"It's similar to the back button. You can find it on archaic technology, like tape decks and VCRs."

Justin shoved Brian gently and grinned. "I know what a rewind button is."

Brian moved to sit on the couch. He took Justin's hand, pulling him along. When they were comfortably ensconced, Brian explained, "Now that you have Aidan and James in the clutches of homophobic teens, Aidan and James have to escape…then, if one or both of them have been injured, which will undoubtedly be the case, there'll be a ton of drama. That'll be the case even if they aren't. I mean, the star soccer player was just caught by his teammates sucking dick. Aidan hasn't come out of the closet yet, so he's likely to be a little resentful of James, even though it's his own damn fault for choosing a shed near the field after "the big game." (Brian shot Justin an accusatory glance.) That translates into a looong time before more fucking. And that is simply unacceptable."

Justin smiled. "A story with only sex is porn, and I don't write porn. You know that. You not only know that. You like that."

Brian rolled his eyes and drawled, "Maybe."

Justin resumed his position on the floor in front of the computer. A few seconds later, Brian joined him. He sat directly behind him and slid his arms around Justin's waist.

Justin read the last couple of lines, "I heard Susie scream, 'Perverts!' and felt rough hands grabbing me by the shoulders. Then the world went black."

Then he started typing.

When I awoke, I was lying on the grass. I had no idea where Aidan was or where Susie and the other soccer players were. I sat up. My head ached. I reached up and touched my forehead. Blood. I frowned. When I tried to stand up, I fell back onto the ground with a grimace. My entire body ached. I lifted up my shirt. My sides were covered in black and blue marks. Bruises.

Brian held Justin tighter. Justin, who had been tensing up with each word, relaxed slightly.

I let my shirt fall and tried standing up again. This time more carefully. I felt a little dizzy and swayed a bit, but I managed to stay erect. Then I looked around, scanning the field for any hint of Aidan or anyone else. When I finally caught a glimpse of something (in the parking lot adjacent to the field), I took off running. The two angry soccer players were standing over a prone, bruised and bloody Aidan. They were tying ropes fastened to Aidan's arms to the back end of a truck. Susie was standing nearby; she had a creepy smile on her face.

Brian clenched his jaw. Justin paused his typing for a moment. His gimp hand suddenly ached. It usually only ached when he was drawing. This time, the ache was different. Like a sense memory. Brian knew something was off with Justin, but he couldn't put his finger on what. Without even thinking, he started rubbing Justin's right arm. He slowly made his way down to his wrist and then his hand, massaging it. When Brian realized what he was doing, he stopped and resumed holding Justin around the waist. Justin smiled softly, took a deep breath, and started typing once more.

I cried out, "Oh God!" and ran faster. When I got to the truck, I tackled the soccer player nearest to me. We fell to the ground, him lying on his back and me straddling him, and I started punching him. Everywhere. His face, his chest, his abdomen. Everywhere.

Brian chuckled and exclaimed, "Go Ralphie!"

Justin just grinned.

A half a minute later, I felt rough hands grabbing me, pulling me off of him. I wasn't conscious of much while I was hitting him, but I must have been screaming because Aidan, who'd been unconscious when I reached the truck, was now stirring, and, when the other soccer player pulled me off of the one I had been pummeling, I saw Susie looking over at me in shock. I kicked the soccer player holding me in the shin, hard. He let go and dropped to the ground, cursing and rubbing his ankle. I kneeled down beside Aidan and hurriedly attempted to unfasten his hands. I managed to free one, but then someone, Susie, kicked me, hard, in the ribs. I cried out in pain and toppled over.

Brian muttered, "Bitch."

Aidan grabbed her leg before she could kick me again.

Brian nodded in approval.

I sat up. Aidan was staring at Susie, a pained look in his eyes. She was glaring at him in disgust. She wrenched her leg free and kicked him in the face. He just lay there, letting her hurt him.

Brian tensed up and swallowed hard.

I shook my head in incredulity and jumped to my feet. I shoved her hard. She fell to the ground. Then I unfastened Aidan's other hand and dragged him to his feet. I cried, "Come on" and pulled him away from the parking lot. Aidan didn't resist; he was like a zombie. I just kept dragging him along. We ran through the field and into a nearby forest. We just kept running. Eventually we reached a stream and a small clearing. We stopped. I turned and leaned against Aidan. We were both panting. Aidan stood rigid for a few moments, but then, slowly, hesitantly, he lifted his arms up and placed them around me. I nestled more deeply into his embrace. We stood like that for a few minutes, neither of us saying a word. Aidan finally broke the silence. He whispered huskily, "I think I'm in love with you."

I whispered back, "Me, too."

Then he pushed me away roughly and punched the nearest tree. He hung his head low and pressed his forehead against the bark. He stated softly, "My life is over."

Brian's eyes lost focus for a moment. Then he nuzzled Justin's neck. "Sounds about right."