Evan Mercy grips the barbell with sweat-slicked hands, his muscles straining as he lowers the weight toward Jimmy Fanz’s chest, who stands beneath him with the disciplined posture of a man used to taking orders. The wrestling gear clings to their bodies, straps biting into shoulders as Evan’s blond hair falls forward, obscuring his face just long enough to make the weight drop harder. Jimmy catches the bar with a grunt, his own smooth skin glistening under the lights, before Evan shoves him onto his back and pins him to the mat, fingers digging into the flesh of his ribs. The barbell stays where it is, Evan doesn’t need it anymore.
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