Van did turn left and he collided with Brendan's solid form with an "Ooof!" It knocked him back and unbalanced him enough so that he landed on his ass on the court, hands behind him and hair falling into his eyes. It had been so effortless for Brendan to become a solid wall that Van felt his temper flare up.
He raked back his hair angrily. "You brute! Fuck!" But he grinned. Brendan's sweaty skin had been hot to the touch against Van's shoulder, chest, and cheek when they had collided. He rather wanted another opportunity to touch him to see if everywhere on Brendan was as firm as that chest and those abs.
"What do you eat for breakfast? Solid steel or cement mix?" Hopping to his feet, Van jogged back over to Brendan and went back on guard.