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Alternative Methods.
Has sex become repetitious? Feeling sore in certain areas? Well, good news! Your boyfriend has sent you on a quest to find different ways of having fun gay sex. Yay!
Find the following people and seek out their knowledge:
Good luck, Wanderer!
Find the following people and seek out their knowledge:
- Arcade Israel Gannon (=D)
- Jimmy (Westside)
- Old Ben (Freeside)
- Doctor Alex Richards (Novac)
- Ignacio Rivas (Helios One)
Good luck, Wanderer!
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Those same people with brains are not in Neil's busted old shoes, however, and given the amount of unpleasant side effects that occur after sex, anyone would seek out alternatives. It's just a pity that the Lone Wanderer doesn't have much of a clue about what two guys can do with each other. Vault 101's sexual education class did not cover that topic (or much else, for that matter). Neither did Alex.
So he's diving headfirst into the ridiculous. He is seeking out Arcade.
Arcade Israel Gannon is a medical researcher for the Followers of the Apocalypse, at least until the Second Battle of Hoover Dam hit. Now he's acting as one of the doctors, attending to the many wounded left in the battle's wake. Arcade had been Neil's "supervisor" the first day the Lone Wanderer began his volunteer work. Somewhere along they way, they managed to get a decent conversation or two out of their exchange.
Neil, therefore, barely hesitates walking into the Old Mormon Fort, into the tent holding the aforementioned guy. "Hey," he greets.
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"Neil Park," Arcade greets, setting a row of vials in their holder carefully. "Back from California already. Do you need to borrow money to post Alex's bail?"
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They're currently headed to the guarded gate to the Strip, looking for a supposedly handsome old-timer appropriately named Old Ben. And of course, they find a man in his fifties, looking pretty damn good for someone with 'Old' attached to his name.
Even Neil, disinterested in sex, found the guy kinda nice-looking. "Is that him?" he asks his temporary companion.
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Who looked amused more than insulted, but he also knew Arcade lightly.
Arcade just sighs.
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Well, after this absurd quest. Neil's hogging enough of Arcade's time as it is.
To avoid the aforementioned wasting of time, in fact, he minces very few words with Pretty Sarah before moving on, up through the stairwell in the Casa Madrid Apartments. They are looking for a particular prostitute, one who holds a particular specialization that Neil requires. This has the young man's cogs turning, of course, wondering exactly how Alex knows a male prostitute in a brothel.
Pricks bubble up from deep within his chest, and Neil visibly frowns. "Jimmy, huh?" he mutters.
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What happens next... Let's just say the next half hour proved exceptionally educational. Mr. Brotch would have been proud (or not).
Neil comes out of the room and out of Casa Madrid altogether, 3000 caps poorer and one technique richer. Despite the pallor in his cheeks, he unhesitatingly steps toward his companion, who has taken to sitting on the chair by the entrance. The manager is nowhere to be seen.
"So I have two things for you," he starts. "First, thanks. I'd be screwed without you."
Literally.
"Second, Jimmy wanted me to tell you that he's disappointed you ain't taking him up on his offer."
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Now he's actually here. Inside, all thanks to Arcade Israel (really) Gannon. If they weren't already looking for someone in particular, Neil would have begged the older guy for a proper look.
Instead, he asks a question as the duo travels through the hallways. "So what does this guy do, exactly?"
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Neil's question, when it comes, is partially expected at this point. "Rivas? Thanks to Alex's actions, he's now the only one other than our Courier with the access codes to HELIOS. Anyone can walk up and run it, but without Rivas' codes, that power isn't going to go anywhere." Something the Mojave Followers are infinitely grateful for, though he doesn't think Julie ever vocalized the sentiment. And after the Dam, there was a bit of tension there.
Arcade shakes his head. "He's the only one of us with the training for this kind of equipment. He's invaluable, but a bit of a loner."
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No. Instead, it is for the hovering eyebot in front of him. ED-E demands to know where Neil is, and obviously Arcade can't make heads or tails of the grating sound.
"Just buzz off already."
ED-E makes a rude noise, then a frustrated set of beeps.
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He remembers this. Remembers the good in the person he follows in order to remember the good in himself.
Neil approaches from the north, and Arcade raises a hand in greeting.
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"Hey, sorry," he begins. His fingers move over the dials on his Pip-Boy for the next and final item on his list. "I am ready for this Doc Richards guy."
There's a distinct pause as Neil reexamines his HUD. "Well, whaddaya know? Another Alex."
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Which would be Neil. Great.
"Dr. Richards?" he calls out, tone benign.
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"...Alex. Hi."
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With a request like that, there wasn't a way in hell he could refuse.
The pair picked up Dogmeat, and Alex let the mutt in the apartment, where he prompted laid on the couch and snored, exhausted after days of playing. Alex gave a yearning look at the bed, then trotted down the stairs to head into Novac proper. Where he finds an Arcade Israel Gannon looking uncomfortable.
"Hey, buddy," he chirps. "Don't see you this far south ever. So I heard you were bullying ED-E again."
ED-E beeps in agreement, hovering behind Alex's shoulder.
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ED-E quietly burbles concern. "Just tired," he mutters into the mattress. He'll repeat it as many times as it takes.
ED-E hovers. Dogmeat keeps snoring.
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As he is, with Arcade's words clinging desperately to his ears, he only closes the door gently behind him. "I'm home," is the murmur.
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They're completely naked, something that doesn't happen too often, but despite being awake for a while, Alex makes no move to get dressed. He leans against the headboard and Neil, still asleep, is sprawled over his torso, legs entwined and arms curled around. They are close, without any pretense otherwise, and Alex is awake and he is thinking.
Of a city shining in the sand. Of a dark-haired boy from the dead, poisonous east. Of how that person--his person--is more alive than anything Alex saw in that wasteland.
His arms tighten on Neil. He thinks. Keeps thinking.
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In a rare moment, Neil does not dream. His mind does not conjure up the past still clinging to him nor does it put forth an imagined reality. He simply sleeps, caught entirely in the scent and feel of Alex, in the quiet of the night.
When he wakes, he does so with effort. Weight tugs at his mind and eyelids, refusing release, and it is a long, long minute before Neil realizes that Alex is already awake. Aware.
His hand moves on automatic, to rest against the other's chest. Right above the heart.
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When they are settled in again, Neil points to his Pip-Boy situated on the nightstand. "You want my notes," he asks, "or do you want a summary?"
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He nearly misses the question.
"I want you to tell me each one, and your thoughts and opinions on each."
Smile, smile.
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They stay like this, with Neil watching the ceiling, its cracks and its fissures.
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"We are never going to get through your research if we keep... getting distracted." He laughs slightly.
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"Jimmy's is short and sweet," he continues. "Blowjobs, as mentioned before. He had some good advice, but I dunno how to verbalize that. Probably better just to show you."
A pause. "Show you later."
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He would, of course. The guy wouldn't be known for his voodoo powers without some idea of how to pull off a move that honestly sounds like a drink. Things were done. Intimacy was had. They're now laying together on the bed, officially giving up on putting on clothes.
Neil Park has never been in so much peace until this moment. It makes him sleepy, in a way much different from the usual post-coitus exhaustion, but there are sex things to talk about with Alex.
First, though. "So I think that's acceptable to have as something permanent."
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He glances up at the words. "So we're testing each to see what we like?" he asks.
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Eventually, they quiet more, and after some time, Alex nuzzles Neil, kissing his head. "Let's finish your list, baby. Then I'll make you some food."
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A thing to look forward to after they discuss two (technically three) more sexual items. "We've got fingering the prostate gland and, hm, toys. You hung out in California, so you probably have a better idea of the latter than I do." Anything to get out of outright explaining sex toys.
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