Alternative Methods.

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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:

• Arcade Israel Gannon (=D)
  
• Jimmy (Westside)
  
• Old Ben (Freeside)
  
• Doctor Alex Richards (Novac)
  
• Ignacio Rivas (Helios One)

Good luck, Wanderer!

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[goodfight]

Oh, god. It starts. Neil has the decency to be embarrassed at the question and the comment both. "Think I have, too. Nice to finally meet you," he begins awkwardly. "And yeah. I've been rooming with him." So to speak.

[teamdonotwant]

...Oh. No. Just no. Arcade did not follow Neil around for a week for the man to play shy now. "By rooming he means they're dating."

"Dating?" Richards again looks strangely pleased. "It would be good for Alex to settle down."

...Arcade finds that he agrees. "It looks like they'll be heading that way. They've been together for a while now." He has no idea-- "A year or so?" he asks toward Neil.

[goodfight]

Neil turns red at the prospect of Alex settling down. It doesn't help that he already feels out of place in this conversation. He stares at Arcade, dark eyes wide and full of why.

Finally, he nods. "Just over a year. Though, the dating only pertains to the last month or so," he clarifies.

[teamdonotwant]

The thick blush on Neil feeds the troll inside of Arcade. Enough for him to forget that just a moment ago, Richards was torturing him. Instead he becomes Arcade's newest friend. "They've been together a year," he corrects in a stage-whisper. "Alex Seattle Geer even accompanied him all the way east to Washington DC."

Here, Richards looks actually impressed. "You two went that far east?"

"Neil's from there," Arcade gives easily.

Richards is quiet a moment. "That's a long way from home," he finally states. "I bet there's a lot that's trailing behind you."

[goodfight]

Shit, shit, shit. Arcade has to just go and up the fucking ante. Neil would be seething if this was anyone else. Instead, he simply gives it up, especially at Richards' response.

That's a long way from home. Except that place probably wasn't home to begin with.

"As much as anyone," answers Neil. "I just had to take care of some things, and Alex was crazy enough to come along for the ride." The wild, wild ride.

[teamdonotwant]

Richards chuckles, giving a nod. "That boy is certainly crazy enough for that. His history tells that much. I have a question, Neil."

Arcade glances between them. It's rather sudden.

"This is just between us, all right? Novac's been wanting to do something for a while, and while you're here, I thought to ask you. What's Alex's birthdate?"

Arcade exhales a short laugh. "Seriously?"

Richards almost scoffs. "That boy belonged to this town before he was a bigshot. They're quiet about it, but they're proud of him."

[goodfight]

That "boy" is crazy, yes. Neil's rather glad that they can agree.

The question, however, throws him for a loop. Not the detail regarding Novac's appreciation; that he can understand.

No, his problem is-- "So this is really, really dumb of me," he begins carefully, "but I actually don't know when his birthday is."

[teamdonotwant]

Neil isn't the only one. Arcade shrugs at the response, talking to Richards. "He isn't registered either. He's from California, he says, but he's not an NCR citizen. He might have been born elsewhere. But no paper trail... no official birthdate."

"Nosy, aren't you?" Richards asks of Arcade.

...The man in glasses makes another disgruntled sound.

[goodfight]

Indeed, Alex Seattle Geer is not citizen of NCR. In the bowels of Vault 7, running high on truth and love, he had confessed to Neil that he was from the Four Corners. That anything else is questionable at best due to his lack of memory. Neil, however, does not know if this is data to give so easily away, even to friends.

"I know he's from another commonwealth," he ventures. "So not surprised by the lack of paper trail."

[teamdonotwant]

Here Arcade looks to Neil with pointed interest. "You've been holding out," he accuses.

Richards has no time for this. "Find out his birthday," he orders. "So this town can do something rightfully embarrassing for him."

[goodfight]

Neil smiles blandly at Arcade before he regards Richards. "You got it," he says almost brightly. "He won't ever see it coming."

After all, Alex deserves the embarrassment, the blatant appreciation from folks who know him. He needs to understand that there was more to his actions in the year before than the blood across the sand.

[teamdonotwant]

Richards smiles at Neil briefly. "You let me know."

Arcade thinks to sigh. Richards has other ideas. "I'm sure you boys had another reasons for coming here other than helping my patients and planning surprises. What can I help you with?"

[goodfight]

Oh, fuck. That's right. Neil, against his will, again turns a nice shade of crimson. "Shit. Right. I'll, uh, try to keep this short," he qualifies. "To sum it up, I need to know...alternatives to...anal. I know how ridiculous this sounds, but this is my first relationship, and I really don't want to fuck it up."

The admission rings as painful, and Neil swallows to keep his expression even. "Alex suggested I ask someone and gave me a list of sources. As you can probably guess, he named you as one of them."

Short, sweet, and incredibly retarded to hear again. Neil is so damn thankful this is the last guy.

[teamdonotwant]

Oh, wow. Neil jumps right in. Arcade gives him credit.

Though Alex Richards has another reaction, one different from those who were asked before.

That is to say, he bursts out laughing, covering his mouth and chortling.

[goodfight]

...Well. That crimson's turning a bit purple from sheer embarrassment. Neil flattens his lips and says nothing, trying very hard not to veer toward one emotional extreme or the other. Let this guy have his laugh or whatever.

[teamdonotwant]

Richards sobers in a moment, waving his hand. "Don't be offended. I've just never met someone so genuinely truthful in their wants before. Don't think I've ever seen anyone that earnest. Especially," he adds. "As it's about bettering a relationship with another person."

...Smile, smile.

[goodfight]

Geez, do all guys named Alex have the exact same smile? Neil sighs, pretending the act has nothing to do with relief. "I ain't offended," he mutters. "I'm the one asking you for a favor, after all." Requesting directions on how to better his relationship, yup.

[teamdonotwant]

Richards waves Neil over to a chair, and he perches a hip on a nearby cot. "Tell me more details. I don't know how to answer something vague like that. And tell Doctor Gannon if he should stay or go for this conversation."

Arcade is split on that himself. Leave and escape it, or stay and find some possibly amusing things to use as ammo later--if he doesn't provide any against himself as well.

[goodfight]

More details. Okay, he can do this, but first-- Before Neil takes his chance on the gestured chair, he glances over at Arcade, eyebrows raised.

"It's up to you. You're the one with the more active imagination." Picturing things that wreck and damage. Actually, maybe he should be away from this. "No, wait. I'd recommend leaving. I owe you enough as it is."

[teamdonotwant]

Here, Arcade would likely surprise all, most of all himself. "You don't owe me anything," he gives, heading to the doorway of the tent. "We're friends, Neil Park."

Richards watches with open interest. "You seem to attract the hero types," he comments to Neil.

[goodfight]

That declaration heats in a way that has Neil softening, allowing him to avoid sputtering at Richards' comment. Instead, he nods solemnly. "Kind of weird, that," he tells the doctor. "It's probably more accurate to say they like weirdos."

[teamdonotwant]

"Don't we all?" the good doctor replies, again gesturing at the chair.

"So tell me more about your situation."

[goodfight]

Neil plops down onto the chair, mind working on gathering the info regarding his "situation."

"The abridged version?" he starts. "I haven't been involved with anyone before Alex, casual or whatever. Never had the inkling to. Then the Courier happens, and he, er, hits harder than most, I hear. Sexually."

Before Richards thinks the hitting's literal.

"So I wanted to know if there were other ways to get off. I don't want to have to tell him no, but it's all starting to get a bit much." Physically, of course, but throughout this quest, Neil's starting to wonder if the other aspects are falling into play as well. "That's when I asked him and got the list. Ended up going all over the Mojave with Arcade Gannon because he's awesome like that."

[teamdonotwant]

...Richards swallows his amusement at Neil's choice of words. The summary bears little fruit, but it could be ascertaining that Neil's been the one bottoming, and it's starting to become a little... uncomfortable. That's simple enough. The fact that Neil agreed to go on a quest around the west is a little more telling, but Richards is a medical doctor, not a psychologist.

"And what other ways have you found so far?"

[goodfight]

"Uh." Neil recalls the methods obtained thus far, from the general explanation to the visual demonstration that Jimmy so thoroughly provided. "Handjobs, mutual masturbation, oral, and the one that sounds like a drink... Oh, right. Frottage."