[Frank - April 20]

[moraldyslexic]

Between Frank and Jen both needing private curling lessons, Lennox kind of had his hands full lately. Not that he minded a whole hell of a lot, it was fun for him and he hoped it was fun for the both of them, too. Given enough time, he was pretty sure he could turn them both into real curlers and then maybe, finally, they'd have enough people to

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[refugeforlosers]

Frank smiled his hello, reaching out to close the door before he was fully inside. It was a pleasant change from the heat, like a wall of cool air hitting him, making his skin prickle.

"And I don't have my trunks on me today," Frank mock-lamented, holding up his palms as he approached Lennox. "Let's stick to the ice. I'm getting used to it."

[moraldyslexic]

"Were trunks an option, man? I would've gone for trunks over this," Lennox teased with a grin, swinging himself into a position that finally resembled sitting more than the lounging that he'd been doing. No matter what was wrong in the world, he always felt more content, more relaxed in the curling rink.

"Actually, I think that's bullshit. I can't think of a single thing I'd pick over curling," he admitted. "Sorry, man."

[refugeforlosers]

"Hey, don't apologise," Frank assured him, rolling up his sleeves, shirt left open due to the heat. He wore a white t-shirt underneath, which rose a little to the top of his pants as he stretched his arms over his head to loosen the muscles. The only reason he was forty-four and still flexible was because he'd taken yoga up again a few months after he'd arrived on the island.

"I'm growing pretty attached to it myself." He jumped on the spot a few times, wiggling his shoulders and starting to grin. "Ready for some competition?"

[moraldyslexic]

If Lennox looked a little bit, he figured he couldn't be blamed. Not when Frank was stretching and showing skin and looking like that. His gaze traveled over Frank's body, not making any attempt to hide what he was doing. It wasn't a big deal, he figured.

"Baby, I am always ready for competition," he promised, grinning brightly, meeting Frank's gaze again. "The question is, whether or not you're prepared to bring it."