Gay Chicken is Gay
Title: Gay Chicken Is Gay
Author: writesstuff (MsKarlz4)
Disclaimer: Not mine, or they’d be gay and I’d be in jail or something for slavery…sex slavery…with each other and not with me…ahem. And thank you snowym for the prompt idea xD
Rating: It was supposed to be only T, but I decided to add some smut…so it’s M now.
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Jakey and Amir
Warnings: Boy-Boy
Summary: Live Chatting with insistent fans never seemed so sweet.
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Amir cracked his fingers, rolling his head from side to side to relieve the tension and jumped on spot. “I’m going to win this,” he proclaimed with a smirk.
Jake scoffed, “No way, this is my game, bitch!” his voice rose an octave and he shook out his limbs dramatically.
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The pair was currently live chatting with their fans. A consensus from a ‘community’ on Live Journal demanded they play ‘Gay Chicken’.
Not knowing what Gay Chicken was, they googled it and clicked the first YouTube video to be found. It was a video with a couple of redneck kids in a kitchen. Amir watched with his head turned to the side, confusion written all over his face.
“Jake…what is supposed to happen?” he asked slowly.
Jake sighed, rubbed his face, and looked at the cam, “This is your entire fault.” It was as simple as that before googling again and clicking on Urban Dictionary. “Okay, so basically…we move closer to each other as if we were going to kiss and then…whoever pulls out first is the loser but if we don’t, then we both lose…?” he raised an eyebrow at the screen. “Okay…”
Amir continued looking at the screen.
“Just act like you’re going to kiss me so we can get this over and done with,” Jake snapped, despite the blush that formed.
Amir finally snapped his attention back to Jake and grinned. “But Jakey, we do that all the time!” he cooed.
Jake automatically jerked back, “No we don’t! Stupid…” he rolled his eyes.
Amir grinned. “Dude, I’m just playin’!” he smacked Jake, “And that’s for being a little biatch! You lost!”
Jake’s face burned angrily. “Best two out of three!” he snapped.
Amir grinned, flipped none-existent bangs from his eyes, and winked. “If you want to,” he purred. He could practically hear the fans on the other side of the country squealing. Jake rubbed at his face before glancing at Amir, who was smiling, and covered his face again to stop the laughter. “What’s wrong Jakey, scared?!” Amir taunted.
“Only of your face…” Jake mumbled and took a deep breath before facing Amir again. It was always like this! Do. Not. Laugh. Jake bit his lips together before letting out a loud growl. “Okay! I’m ready!” he was set to be determined, he was determined. He was so determined, determined looked lazy next to him!
Amir kept a straight face before it crumbled and he laughed.
The two friends couldn’t stop. “Damnit!” Jake covered his mouth with his fists and shoved Amir. “I was so close!” he whined.
Amir grinned, “Jake-Jake-Jake…that’s what she said,” this got Jake laughing even harder.
When he finally calmed, Jake shoved Amir’s shoulder again, “You lost,” he said with a smirk.
Amir’s mouth dropped open, “Nuh-uh!” he shook his head quickly. “No, I did not lose!” he whined. “Jake, I didn’t lose!” he grasped Jake’s shirt desperately. “I swear, Jake, I didn’t-,”
“Amir, Amir, calm down!” Jake pried Amir’s fingers from his ‘For the Wolf’ shirt. “You losing only means we have to go to sudden death-what are you doing?!” he asked shrilly as Amir randomly pulled out a dagger.
“You said sudden death…”
“As in a tie breaker!” Jake knocked the knife from his hand and looked annoyed, “Now we just go one more round!” he clarified.
“Oh.”
“Yeah.” Jake rubbed his temples. “Anyways, last round,” he quickly turned to the camera, “You are so lucky we love you guys,” he added to the flailing fans he couldn’t see.
They leaned forward, slowly. “I’m going to win this time…”
“So not happening…” Jake murmured, “Now hurry up and pull away.”
“I said I was winning this…” Amir let out a low breath, which tickled Jake’s face.
Jake let his eyes close out of instinct, and cursed himself. Amir closed the gap and they stayed frozen. “This isn’t so-wait, no!” Jake grimaced at his homoerotic thoughts, “This isn’t a good weird…this is just weird…in fact, it’s a bad weird!” his thoughts started becoming more and more incoherent as Amir’s tongue drew a line across his lips.
Amir grinned into Jake’s lips and when he was granted access, delved deeper and smiled again when Jake let out a small groan. His hands rested onto Jake’s knees and started slowly going up further. This only spurred on Jake’s incoherency and ‘bad’ thoughts. “You are so freaking hot like this…” he murmured.
Jake snorted but cupped Amir’s cheek and rested his hand behind his head, pulling Amir closer. “You’re bearable like this,” he murmured back. The heat in the room dropped as a loud beep sounded, which signaled the crash of the webcast from overloaded comments. They pulled back at the same time while sucking in deep breaths.
“Did…we do that…?” Amir muttered.
Jake snickered and rubbed his face with the back of his hand. “I…don’t think they could take the homoeroticism…”
“The whaty-what?”
“Just come here.” Jake pulled Amir back to him, crashing their lips together.
“MM!” Amir’s eyes bugged out, “What are you doing-mm!”
“Enjoying this without the world seeing,” he grumbled and silenced Amir. Amir let his eyes close and sighed contentedly, letting his mouth be explored by Jake’s probing tongue. He wrapped his arms around Jake’s neck and played with the hairs on the back of his head.
Jake’s hands couldn’t find one thing to do, so he rested them on Amir’s upper and lower back, pulling him closer and effectively onto his lap. The crashing of the chair and reality interrupted the duo. “What are we doing?” Jake muttered from under Amir.
Amir looked down at him, frowned, and scrunched up his face, “I think you said that was frenching,” he clarified.
Jake chuckled, pulled Amir down, and trailed butterfly kisses up his jaw. “I think I did tell you that…” he let out a sigh, pushed Amir away and climbed up from the ground. “Now, about the world seeing that…”
“I’ll say…” Amir scrunched up his face again and seemed thoughtful. “I’ll say we’re BBF’s and BBF’s do that stuff all the time!” he laughed forcefully and smiled sadly, when Jake’s fake smile showed.
“That’s a good idea.”
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The next day at the CHH was tense, awkward and Sarah couldn’t not smile at them every time she passed.
“She saw the webcast.”
“I know.”
“And you’re telling everyone…?”
“We’re BBFs and it was a dare,”
“Good.” Jake winced at the cold tone and the hurt look Amir shot him. He enjoyed it. If someone said ‘Hey, Jake, kiss Amir again like last night!’, he would do it on the spot! The dream he had that night was one of the hottest he’d ever had and he wanted to try to see if it’d be the same as his dream if he pushed Amir up against the wall in the handicapped stall in their bathroom. And ravaged him silly…
Amir covered the hurt up and smiled, “I know this, Brosiph!” he flashed Jake a grin, “That rhymed.”
“No…no it didn’t,”
“Can you just act like it did?” he whined, “You always pretend!”
“Shh!” Jake’s ears burned, “Stop yelling.”
“Oh, I’m sorry I’m yelling, because my BBF won’t acknowledge the fact that…I am dope!”
“Dope?” Jake’s apprehension on Amir’s exclamation dropped considerably. “This is because I don’t think you’re dope?” he asked disbelievingly.
Amir leaned closer to him and in an angry whisper, stated clearly, “This is just me covering up the fact that we made out last night, so I’m sorry if-,”
Jake covered Amir’s mouth, looking around in an alarmed fashion and thankfully noted that their coworkers were ignoring them, used to Amir’s odd behavior. Standing, he dragged Amir to the bathroom, locked the door, and shoved him into the handicapped stall. “Why are you trying to uncover what we…we did last night?” he growled.
“I enjoyed it,” Amir pouted.
Jake sighed, “I’m not gay, though.”
“You can be pansexual,” he heard from the stall over. Jake froze. Sam…shit… “Shit, Sam?!”
“Yessir!”
“What are you doing in here?!”
“Pansexual, what is eet you spreken of?” Amir asked curiously.
“Not caring what the gender is of whomever you fall in loveth with!” Sam said happily before there was a flush and running water. “Happy homo-relatios!” he practically skipped out of the bathroom.
Jake rubbed his face, looked at Amir, who was leaning against the wall, and let out a groan. “It’s like he knows what I dreamt last night…” he thought with a sigh. Relocking the door, he turned to Amir and looked at him. “I can’t do this, because I have an image to uphold-,”
“Fuck your image!” Amir exclaimed.
Jake closed his eyes, pinned Amir against the stalls wall and gnashed his teeth. “If you really want to…” he bit at Amir’s lip.
Amir froze before letting his eyes slip shut. “I do,” he mumbled into the kiss as his fingers thread into Jake’s hair, deepening the kiss.
Tongues fought for dominance, Amir pushing himself off the wall and turning Jake away, pushing him into the door. “You like that?” he murmured. Jake groaned. Amir kissed the side of his neck, trailing butterfly kisses along the expanses of neck, nibbling his ear and letting his hands roam his sides, slowly making their way forward.
“Not…what I expected…” Jake let out a choked moan as Amir played with the hem of his jeans. Jake dropped his head against the door and just felt. He felt Amir’s hands run down his sides, across his stomach, tweak his nipples, dip in and out of his jeans, teasing him through his jeans while Amir’s hot breath ghosted his neck. “Fuck…” he let out a panted groan.
Amir grinned against his neck, kissing, biting and sucking. “You like that?” he asked softly.
“Yes…oh God, yes,” Jake dropped his head back as Amir dipped his hand below his waistline, taking hold of his erection. Taking a deep breath, he had to commend Amir. Amir was cool as a cucumber while he was nearly a puddle. “S-St-stop…” he didn’t want him to, in all honesty, but it’s what social protocol would’ve called for, and he was too stuck in his ways for that to stop.
Amir whirled him around after the delicious pressure was gone and ground up against him. “You want me to stop?” he asked shakily. Jake bit back a whimper and shook his head. “I only want to hear stop from you…when its after don’t,” he ordered as he ground his hips into Jake’s.
Jake had to note that Amir was normal in this element. Normal, commanding, and un-fucking-believably hot. Jake nodded obediently as Amir crashed their lips together. He could barely do anything, if it didn’t involve gripping Amir’s hair and holding them together, or gasping and gripping even tighter when Amir took him into his mouth.
Amir smiled again, letting his tongue swirl around the tip of Jake’s member, slowly letting his tongue work its way down, then back up.
Jake’s hands slackened. “Fuck.”
Amir smiled smugly, clenching Jake’s hip with one hand to keep him still and using his other hand to help him pump. The flushed, sweaty sheen on Jake face was hot. Unbelievably hot. But Amir always knew it would be. He let out a low groan as he took an exceptionally hard suck at the head.
Jake’s legs nearly gave out. “Ah, ah, ah,” Amir let go of Jake’s part, plunging his head lower and sucking and nipping at his inner thighs. “I want you to remember this…” he murmured between every kiss and suck.
Jake let out a low gasp. “I-I…”
“You’ll…?” Amir grinned.
“I will…” Jake whimpered.
“That’s a good boy…” Amir teased softly, “Now…you’re going to cum so hard you’ll not be able to walk for a little bit,” he took Jake back into his mouth, sucked, swirled his tongue around the erection and let his teeth graze the shaft before he let go again and looked up at Jake once more. “Now.” He flicked his tongue out and licked the slit.
Jake’s whole body tensed before he let out a loud groan, his knees giving out and seeing white. When he was finally coming down from his high, he had Amir’s hands holding him up and his hands gripping the bar behind him.
The room swam and when he felt Amir’s hands slowly letting him down, he couldn’t help but chuckle slightly. “What?” Amir’s anxious voice broke into his thoughts.
“I can’t feel my legs…”
The smile on Amir’s face was blinding. “Oh, really?” he teased as he stood. “See ya.”
Jake’s good mood went straight down the drain. “What?”
“I said see ya, as in at the cubicles?” Amir rolled his eyes condescendingly, “Duh?” He started walking away.
“N-no, get back he-,” Jake huffed as he was left on the floor, legs not fully working at the moment, and wiped what he could down. Including his face, lower region and then flushed the evidence away. “I am so going to get him back for this…” he stood clumsily and tried walking out of the stall, only to grip the bar and stay there for a few more minutes.
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Author: writesstuff (MsKarlz4)
Disclaimer: Not mine, or they’d be gay and I’d be in jail or something for slavery…sex slavery…with each other and not with me…ahem. And thank you snowym for the prompt idea xD
Rating: It was supposed to be only T, but I decided to add some smut…so it’s M now.
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Jakey and Amir
Warnings: Boy-Boy
Summary: Live Chatting with insistent fans never seemed so sweet.
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Amir cracked his fingers, rolling his head from side to side to relieve the tension and jumped on spot. “I’m going to win this,” he proclaimed with a smirk.
Jake scoffed, “No way, this is my game, bitch!” his voice rose an octave and he shook out his limbs dramatically.
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The pair was currently live chatting with their fans. A consensus from a ‘community’ on Live Journal demanded they play ‘Gay Chicken’.
Not knowing what Gay Chicken was, they googled it and clicked the first YouTube video to be found. It was a video with a couple of redneck kids in a kitchen. Amir watched with his head turned to the side, confusion written all over his face.
“Jake…what is supposed to happen?” he asked slowly.
Jake sighed, rubbed his face, and looked at the cam, “This is your entire fault.” It was as simple as that before googling again and clicking on Urban Dictionary. “Okay, so basically…we move closer to each other as if we were going to kiss and then…whoever pulls out first is the loser but if we don’t, then we both lose…?” he raised an eyebrow at the screen. “Okay…”
Amir continued looking at the screen.
“Just act like you’re going to kiss me so we can get this over and done with,” Jake snapped, despite the blush that formed.
Amir finally snapped his attention back to Jake and grinned. “But Jakey, we do that all the time!” he cooed.
Jake automatically jerked back, “No we don’t! Stupid…” he rolled his eyes.
Amir grinned. “Dude, I’m just playin’!” he smacked Jake, “And that’s for being a little biatch! You lost!”
Jake’s face burned angrily. “Best two out of three!” he snapped.
Amir grinned, flipped none-existent bangs from his eyes, and winked. “If you want to,” he purred. He could practically hear the fans on the other side of the country squealing. Jake rubbed at his face before glancing at Amir, who was smiling, and covered his face again to stop the laughter. “What’s wrong Jakey, scared?!” Amir taunted.
“Only of your face…” Jake mumbled and took a deep breath before facing Amir again. It was always like this! Do. Not. Laugh. Jake bit his lips together before letting out a loud growl. “Okay! I’m ready!” he was set to be determined, he was determined. He was so determined, determined looked lazy next to him!
Amir kept a straight face before it crumbled and he laughed.
The two friends couldn’t stop. “Damnit!” Jake covered his mouth with his fists and shoved Amir. “I was so close!” he whined.
Amir grinned, “Jake-Jake-Jake…that’s what she said,” this got Jake laughing even harder.
When he finally calmed, Jake shoved Amir’s shoulder again, “You lost,” he said with a smirk.
Amir’s mouth dropped open, “Nuh-uh!” he shook his head quickly. “No, I did not lose!” he whined. “Jake, I didn’t lose!” he grasped Jake’s shirt desperately. “I swear, Jake, I didn’t-,”
“Amir, Amir, calm down!” Jake pried Amir’s fingers from his ‘For the Wolf’ shirt. “You losing only means we have to go to sudden death-what are you doing?!” he asked shrilly as Amir randomly pulled out a dagger.
“You said sudden death…”
“As in a tie breaker!” Jake knocked the knife from his hand and looked annoyed, “Now we just go one more round!” he clarified.
“Oh.”
“Yeah.” Jake rubbed his temples. “Anyways, last round,” he quickly turned to the camera, “You are so lucky we love you guys,” he added to the flailing fans he couldn’t see.
They leaned forward, slowly. “I’m going to win this time…”
“So not happening…” Jake murmured, “Now hurry up and pull away.”
“I said I was winning this…” Amir let out a low breath, which tickled Jake’s face.
Jake let his eyes close out of instinct, and cursed himself. Amir closed the gap and they stayed frozen. “This isn’t so-wait, no!” Jake grimaced at his homoerotic thoughts, “This isn’t a good weird…this is just weird…in fact, it’s a bad weird!” his thoughts started becoming more and more incoherent as Amir’s tongue drew a line across his lips.
Amir grinned into Jake’s lips and when he was granted access, delved deeper and smiled again when Jake let out a small groan. His hands rested onto Jake’s knees and started slowly going up further. This only spurred on Jake’s incoherency and ‘bad’ thoughts. “You are so freaking hot like this…” he murmured.
Jake snorted but cupped Amir’s cheek and rested his hand behind his head, pulling Amir closer. “You’re bearable like this,” he murmured back. The heat in the room dropped as a loud beep sounded, which signaled the crash of the webcast from overloaded comments. They pulled back at the same time while sucking in deep breaths.
“Did…we do that…?” Amir muttered.
Jake snickered and rubbed his face with the back of his hand. “I…don’t think they could take the homoeroticism…”
“The whaty-what?”
“Just come here.” Jake pulled Amir back to him, crashing their lips together.
“MM!” Amir’s eyes bugged out, “What are you doing-mm!”
“Enjoying this without the world seeing,” he grumbled and silenced Amir. Amir let his eyes close and sighed contentedly, letting his mouth be explored by Jake’s probing tongue. He wrapped his arms around Jake’s neck and played with the hairs on the back of his head.
Jake’s hands couldn’t find one thing to do, so he rested them on Amir’s upper and lower back, pulling him closer and effectively onto his lap. The crashing of the chair and reality interrupted the duo. “What are we doing?” Jake muttered from under Amir.
Amir looked down at him, frowned, and scrunched up his face, “I think you said that was frenching,” he clarified.
Jake chuckled, pulled Amir down, and trailed butterfly kisses up his jaw. “I think I did tell you that…” he let out a sigh, pushed Amir away and climbed up from the ground. “Now, about the world seeing that…”
“I’ll say…” Amir scrunched up his face again and seemed thoughtful. “I’ll say we’re BBF’s and BBF’s do that stuff all the time!” he laughed forcefully and smiled sadly, when Jake’s fake smile showed.
“That’s a good idea.”
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The next day at the CHH was tense, awkward and Sarah couldn’t not smile at them every time she passed.
“She saw the webcast.”
“I know.”
“And you’re telling everyone…?”
“We’re BBFs and it was a dare,”
“Good.” Jake winced at the cold tone and the hurt look Amir shot him. He enjoyed it. If someone said ‘Hey, Jake, kiss Amir again like last night!’, he would do it on the spot! The dream he had that night was one of the hottest he’d ever had and he wanted to try to see if it’d be the same as his dream if he pushed Amir up against the wall in the handicapped stall in their bathroom. And ravaged him silly…
Amir covered the hurt up and smiled, “I know this, Brosiph!” he flashed Jake a grin, “That rhymed.”
“No…no it didn’t,”
“Can you just act like it did?” he whined, “You always pretend!”
“Shh!” Jake’s ears burned, “Stop yelling.”
“Oh, I’m sorry I’m yelling, because my BBF won’t acknowledge the fact that…I am dope!”
“Dope?” Jake’s apprehension on Amir’s exclamation dropped considerably. “This is because I don’t think you’re dope?” he asked disbelievingly.
Amir leaned closer to him and in an angry whisper, stated clearly, “This is just me covering up the fact that we made out last night, so I’m sorry if-,”
Jake covered Amir’s mouth, looking around in an alarmed fashion and thankfully noted that their coworkers were ignoring them, used to Amir’s odd behavior. Standing, he dragged Amir to the bathroom, locked the door, and shoved him into the handicapped stall. “Why are you trying to uncover what we…we did last night?” he growled.
“I enjoyed it,” Amir pouted.
Jake sighed, “I’m not gay, though.”
“You can be pansexual,” he heard from the stall over. Jake froze. Sam…shit… “Shit, Sam?!”
“Yessir!”
“What are you doing in here?!”
“Pansexual, what is eet you spreken of?” Amir asked curiously.
“Not caring what the gender is of whomever you fall in loveth with!” Sam said happily before there was a flush and running water. “Happy homo-relatios!” he practically skipped out of the bathroom.
Jake rubbed his face, looked at Amir, who was leaning against the wall, and let out a groan. “It’s like he knows what I dreamt last night…” he thought with a sigh. Relocking the door, he turned to Amir and looked at him. “I can’t do this, because I have an image to uphold-,”
“Fuck your image!” Amir exclaimed.
Jake closed his eyes, pinned Amir against the stalls wall and gnashed his teeth. “If you really want to…” he bit at Amir’s lip.
Amir froze before letting his eyes slip shut. “I do,” he mumbled into the kiss as his fingers thread into Jake’s hair, deepening the kiss.
Tongues fought for dominance, Amir pushing himself off the wall and turning Jake away, pushing him into the door. “You like that?” he murmured. Jake groaned. Amir kissed the side of his neck, trailing butterfly kisses along the expanses of neck, nibbling his ear and letting his hands roam his sides, slowly making their way forward.
“Not…what I expected…” Jake let out a choked moan as Amir played with the hem of his jeans. Jake dropped his head against the door and just felt. He felt Amir’s hands run down his sides, across his stomach, tweak his nipples, dip in and out of his jeans, teasing him through his jeans while Amir’s hot breath ghosted his neck. “Fuck…” he let out a panted groan.
Amir grinned against his neck, kissing, biting and sucking. “You like that?” he asked softly.
“Yes…oh God, yes,” Jake dropped his head back as Amir dipped his hand below his waistline, taking hold of his erection. Taking a deep breath, he had to commend Amir. Amir was cool as a cucumber while he was nearly a puddle. “S-St-stop…” he didn’t want him to, in all honesty, but it’s what social protocol would’ve called for, and he was too stuck in his ways for that to stop.
Amir whirled him around after the delicious pressure was gone and ground up against him. “You want me to stop?” he asked shakily. Jake bit back a whimper and shook his head. “I only want to hear stop from you…when its after don’t,” he ordered as he ground his hips into Jake’s.
Jake had to note that Amir was normal in this element. Normal, commanding, and un-fucking-believably hot. Jake nodded obediently as Amir crashed their lips together. He could barely do anything, if it didn’t involve gripping Amir’s hair and holding them together, or gasping and gripping even tighter when Amir took him into his mouth.
Amir smiled again, letting his tongue swirl around the tip of Jake’s member, slowly letting his tongue work its way down, then back up.
Jake’s hands slackened. “Fuck.”
Amir smiled smugly, clenching Jake’s hip with one hand to keep him still and using his other hand to help him pump. The flushed, sweaty sheen on Jake face was hot. Unbelievably hot. But Amir always knew it would be. He let out a low groan as he took an exceptionally hard suck at the head.
Jake’s legs nearly gave out. “Ah, ah, ah,” Amir let go of Jake’s part, plunging his head lower and sucking and nipping at his inner thighs. “I want you to remember this…” he murmured between every kiss and suck.
Jake let out a low gasp. “I-I…”
“You’ll…?” Amir grinned.
“I will…” Jake whimpered.
“That’s a good boy…” Amir teased softly, “Now…you’re going to cum so hard you’ll not be able to walk for a little bit,” he took Jake back into his mouth, sucked, swirled his tongue around the erection and let his teeth graze the shaft before he let go again and looked up at Jake once more. “Now.” He flicked his tongue out and licked the slit.
Jake’s whole body tensed before he let out a loud groan, his knees giving out and seeing white. When he was finally coming down from his high, he had Amir’s hands holding him up and his hands gripping the bar behind him.
The room swam and when he felt Amir’s hands slowly letting him down, he couldn’t help but chuckle slightly. “What?” Amir’s anxious voice broke into his thoughts.
“I can’t feel my legs…”
The smile on Amir’s face was blinding. “Oh, really?” he teased as he stood. “See ya.”
Jake’s good mood went straight down the drain. “What?”
“I said see ya, as in at the cubicles?” Amir rolled his eyes condescendingly, “Duh?” He started walking away.
“N-no, get back he-,” Jake huffed as he was left on the floor, legs not fully working at the moment, and wiped what he could down. Including his face, lower region and then flushed the evidence away. “I am so going to get him back for this…” he stood clumsily and tried walking out of the stall, only to grip the bar and stay there for a few more minutes.
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