The Contest - A Seinfeld Fanfiction - (Jerry x Kramer)

Chapter 1

Jerry, Kramer, and Elaine are sitting in their favorite restaurant. Jerry reads a morning paper, but then suddenly looks up.

"Let me ask you a question." He says, his mouth full of omelette.

Elaine looks up from her salad," Mhmm?"

"You're a hostage captured by terrorists." Jerry points to her with a silver fork.

Kramer, who had been too focused on which napkin was the cleanest to wipe his mouth to listen, suddenly looks up to Jerry with interest in the conversation at hand.

" Who, me?" Elaine smiles.

" You, anybody, whatever." Jerry says waving his hands." You're in the little room, you're chained to the floor," He glances towards Kramer, and their eyes meet.

Kramer intently eats a large fry, trying to sedate the hunger inside him. Kramer spaces out, imagining him being the hostage, and Jerry the terrorist. Kramer wanted to be chained to a dirty floor by Jerry. Kramer was taken out of his day dream when he felt a great arousal trying to break free from his pants. He attempts to cover it with his shirt, hoping Jerry doesn't see it. He takes a sip of his milkshake. Maybe it'll help, he thinks.

Jerry continues," you're there for a long time. Do you think they'd ever consider doing the laundry?"

" I think they have to." Elaine says.

" You, take off your socks, your pants, your underwear," He glances to Jerry." we're doing a wash! C'mon! Take it off take it off!" Kramer jokes, but inside he wasn't joking. He wanted Jerry to be his naked terrorist, but he didn't know if Jerry would accept these emotions.

  Everyone at the table laughs.  

Unfortunately, little did Kramer know, that Jerry wanted Kramer to be his sweaty hostage just as bad as Kramer wanted Jerry to be his naked terrorist.

Kramer takes a big gulp of his creamy white milkshake.

George suddenly enters through the door silently, in all blue except for his rusty colored jacket. His small eyes seeming tainted with regret. George sits down next to Elaine, his left hand tense and squeezed shut tightly.

"What happened?" Jerry asks with concern.

" My Mother..." George looks down, unable to meet the eyes of any of his close friends." she... caught me."

" Caught you? Caught you doing what?!"