Rock,paper,scissors

Guy and Man gather in the corner of the classroom. In that corner is a desk that serves as the playing field of the game that's about to happen. The game is a long standing one, it's seen civilizations rise and fall, some say it single handedly built and kept America in check. Rock,Paper,Scissors. This isn't the first time they have played the game. Guy always shows up right in front of Man´s desk to ask him for a game, Guy does this everyday and everyday Man apprehensively says ¨Yes¨. Their playing spot is in the corner, a small tight corner, away from prying eyes. People usually play such a game with an audience and yet it seems like they prefer to not be seen, one could only wonder why. Guy and Man sit down at the desk on a chair on either side and each put one of their hands into a fist and the other, open palm holding the fist. Guy stares intently at Man alternating between looking at his eyes and his hands, Guy stares at one thing more than the other. As the common ritual of Rock,Paper,Scissors dictates a phrase must be chanted as the players are getting ready to play,¨Rock,Paper,Scissors,Shoot.¨ They both say. As they do they both pound their fist into their palm. Guy considers this a nice motion, He looks at Man's hand pounding,pounding,pounding, up and down, up and down. Guy loses himself, he just sits in his chair with a blood red blush on his face and a chill sweat running down his spine. Accidentally he plays Rock being so distant from the game, Man plays Paper and as said in the holy bible ¨Paper covers Rock.¨ Man is quick to reach his hand over and cover Guy´s rock, bringing Guy back to reality. As soon as Guy comes back he is lost again as looks down at Man's hand. Guy notices every contour and curves the pieces branching off into long,strong fingers, his knuckles backing those fingers as a sort of support. Not only is the skin on the outside attractive, but the inner workings, how they move gets Guy salivating at the mouth. Guy´s hand still in Man´s starts feeling the lines on Man´s palm memorizing them. Guy leans his head forward as to get a succulent sniff of the palm of a god, but then stops himself. Man awkwardly stares at Guy wondering when he would let go. Man wants to pull his hand away, but something is keeping the two interlocked. Maybe it´s the moistness of Guy´s palm. Man wished he could drink the liquid straight from the source. Finally the two pull away both blushing, both not being able to look each other in the eyes, instead staring at each other's hand, and both half smiling. Guy still admires Man's hand, ¨I wonder what he's touched with that probably stuff of all shapes and sizes, maybe something, dirty, maybe his…¨ Guy snaps himself away from his own thought, but he can't escape himself from thinking this, ¨I do know one thing he's touched¨ Guy looks down at his hand ¨I´ll never wash this.¨ ¨So…want to go again?¨ Man asks, stuttering in between words. Guy wordlessly puts in fist in his palm ready for round 2, Man does the same. ¨Rock,Paper,Scissors,Shoot!¨ Man is wary of all the homosexuality going on, unbenounced to Guy, Man is a long time Nazi. Man outstretched his arm into the air with a flat palm as a way to salute his dictator. Guy interprets this as Man just playing paper again, it's a strange way to play it though ¨Well it's not that strange as it´is not the only thing raised up into the air¨ Unlucky for Man, Guy had played scissors. Guy jolts his hand forward just to make contact with Man´s. Guy puts his two fingers in between Man's hand crevice, one finger on top of his hand the other on bottom. The sensual position gets Guy sweaty again he starts moving his fingers up and down, up and down. Sort of like a crab's pincer, this gets Guy going even more as he reads that scene from Spongebob Fanfiction. Man may be more uncomfortable than before, he pulls out…I mean pull away his hand. The game is tied. Guy doesn't care anymore, but Man put his dignity on the line and he's not leaving without the win.