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Jay hits the mat with a firm whoomph, the air knocked straight out of his lungs. His back aches and his muscles sting with use, dull exhaustion blanketing him and clouding his mind. It's hard enough training all day in the unforgiving heat, and yet, when it comes to Cole, Jay rarely knows when to back down.
It takes him a moment, but when his eyes finally refocus, he realizes that Cole is still above him, pinning him down by the wrists. The afternoon sun streams in through the window, framing Cole's face in a soft glow and reflecting off of the sweat rolling down his face as he catches his breath. Jay's wrists feel damp where Cole's hands are struggling to keep their grip. His whole body is uncomfortably hot with exertion.
A single bead of perspiration lands on Jay's cheek and jolts him back to reality, away from whatever delirium he'd gotten dangerously close to falling into. He gasps, sucking in a breath he hadn't realized he needed.
"Okay, okay, you win!"
Against Jay's own wishes, he surrenders. It's out of his hands at this point: he physically can't push himself any further. His body somehow feels like it's been stapled directly to the tatami. Cole stares at him for a long moment, brows furrowed, then shuffles backwards and off of him, leaving Jay to roll over with all the grace of an overcooked noodle.
"You look like you're gonna pass out, man. You need me to get you some water?"
Despite the rest of him being drenched in sweat, Jay's mouth is dry when he opens it again.
"I, uh. Yes please."