Private Finished It'll All Workout in the End

Yoga was not terrible. Osmond arrived prepared, and dressed in his usual work-out attire: A tight-fitting, black shirt made of airy material and black work-out pants that clung to his legs. A stark difference to the formal suits he usually wore, and showed the muscle he's developed over the years.

Oz always thought yoga would be boring, with too much focus on the mental aspect and not enough of a challenge. It was a surprise to find that yoga required a good amount of stamina and as the class progressed the more effort Oz had to put in. Yoga was not terrible, and Oz could be convinced to come again.

He slid into the downward dog position, shifting to correct his balance. On a whim he glanced towards Kon, who had been unusually quiet the whole class. Oz found Kon waiting for his gaze, and ready with a smile full of mischief. His first thought was, 'what in hells kind of trouble is he up to'. Whatever Oz would have expected, the last would be Kon openly checking out his legs and ass and mouthing the word 'nice'. It boggled the mind. He had no comeback.

The teacher told them to lay down for their final pose the savasana or corpse pose. While laying down they were supposed to focus on relaxing the mind and slowing their thoughts. Oz did no such thing as several thoughts raced through his head at once. By the time they were asked to rise and class came to a close Oz was no closer to an answer. He looked to Kon and raised a brow, waiting for whatever else the neko had to say.

Kon caught his questioning gaze and seemed confused? Oz shook his head, "It's nothing." He said. Had he imagined it? No, Oz had made assumptions from one idle comment. He grabbed his water bottle and towel from where he set them against the back wall and took a long drink. Done, he looked to Kon and asked, "Do you even like yoga?"

He had glanced over at Kon a few times during the class and noted that he had seemed almost board. A thought occurred to him, "Or were you bored because you could not talk freely?"

It was nice being surrounded by people. Perhaps because he felt relaxed, or because it was him and Kon in this little section of the room, but Oz made an open and honest reaction to that. A completely disgusted look. The expression was tempered into something more mild. "To each their own. But I could call it a relaxing experience.

"You were not a bad host." He said honestly. It wasn't odd to invite someone to work out together then be unable to talk for most of it. Work-outs tended to be singular tasks and required focus. "I hardly expected you to talk through a group class." Oz squinted at that look on Kon's face. "Did you really forget you made a flirtatious comment towards me?"

Oz sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose between two fingers.

Osmond waited, clearly interested in Kon's answer. It hadn't bothered him but it made him. . . it made him think that maybe Kon asked him to yoga as a date? That Kon may be interested in him? It wasn't an uncomfortable realization but it made him think. When Kon seemed to forget he had made the comment Oz wondered if he had over-assumed. Putting more behind the words than intended.

And that seemed to be the case as Kon matter-of-factly stated his reasoning. "No, not at all." Oz said in response, his tone neutral. Was it disappointment that settled in his chest? He fiddled with his phone, pretending to check text messages while thinking. What would he have said if Kon said he was attracted to him? There was an easy answer and an honest one.

"I'm hungry." Oz said, mostly for a change of topic. "Shall we get something to eat?" Oz felt it only fair to offer an invitation of his own.

Oz shook his head. "I do not need to feed on hunger right now." That hunger must be suppressed and ignored (until he can stand it no longer and breaks). He couldn't explain it to Kon. The fact that he tried so hard to avoid feeding like that only to fail was too much to admit. "You may still choose the place." He added, "I am not picky."

Time seemed to slow as Kon's hand remained extended between them. The feeling that Oz should do something, say something burned within. He felt like he had missed something important, some clue or piece to a larger puzzle. "I. . . I don't care much for what other people think." He said, because he had to say something. And he wouldn't have minded because Oz could admit to himself he was beginning to feel attraction towards Kon.

Before he could over think this any longer, Oz grabbed Kon's hand. "Where did you wish to go?" He asked.