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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:

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

Good luck, Wanderer!

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That has Neil reaching, hand cupping Alex's cheek.

"Sorry," he murmurs. "Didn't mean to remind you." Of things that are not known by Neil.

He leans against the hand. "...It's yours, too. It's part of me."

His eyes widen in surprise, easing into a small smile when it hits him. The truth that Alex belongs to him as he does to Alex.

"I wanted to say," he continues. "Starting over isn't so bad in and of itself. Most wouldn't even get that chance; they'd die when their years run out while you-- You got back up."

Continued walking.

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"It's what I do," he says. "I continue." As he's told Neil time and again. Alex Seattle Geer will keep existing, despite everything thrown at him. "Now, though. With you, I want to learn to actually live."

Neil again watches Alex, dark eyes locked on the other's grey and blue.

"Yeah. I get that." Wanting to live. Actually thrive. "Even as it's hard to believe sometimes. To me, to others, you're probably the most alive person to ever walk the wastelands."

He leans forward, elbows on his knees, smiling slightly. "You've said that," he mentions. "That I love life more than anything."

"That's right." Life is Alex's Number One, capitals and all. "More than even me."

He raises an eyebrow. "You do know, darling, that you're my reason for living?"

Neil softens. "I know. And I hope you continue to have that reason, whether or not it's me."

"Stop acting like you're optional," he says languidly. "I'm never letting you go, so you better start treating this like it's permanent."

"...Sorry. It's a bad habit." Let's try to just keep it less depressing, shall we? "I'm a permanent fixture to your life so you better get used to living forever."

"Challenge accepted?" he replies playfully. "I'd love to be able to see the world keep changing."

Which brings them around to their conversation a bit. "...Speaking of. So we have interesting handjobs and oral fixations. Was that all of it?"

A pause as Neil jumps back into his recent memories. "Nah. Rivas had something for me. Frottage. You ever heard of it?"

Frottage. Isn't that--?

He smiles slowly, a fat cat grin. "I can show you what I think it is and you can tell me if I'm right?"

Neil stares, thoroughly amused by the response. "And get distracted for another two hours?" he retorts. "You'd better just tell me instead."

The grin turns more humorous and mildly sheepish. "I haven't been able to go for two hours with you lately," he comments truthfully. "That last time--"

You know. An hour ago.

"--was what? Ten minutes? Rounding? I used to excel at stamina."

Where Neil's lips widen in a full-blown smirk, the man pleased entirely at the comment.

His words, however, are of encouragement. "This last time was something new. You'll likely become accustomed as we try more."

"Doubtful," Alex mentions. "I'll never be used to you.

"But hey. Take advantage of my not two hours and let me molest you."

Grin grin.

Neil watches him for a beat, torn between choices.

Finally, he kicks down the covers, revealing his bare torso and mostly not-ruined boxers. "Okay," he gives confidently. "I can see if you actually know what it is."

Alex watches with a pleased expression, then slowly peels off his shirt again. He leans forward, skin brushing, and reaches to slowly pull down Neil's boxers. He nuzzles his lower stomach then drags his body upward, torso rubbing over Neil's cock.

"You want me to do whatever, or do you want to tell me what to do, and I'll follow your instructions?"

Contact over all else always affects Neil Park, who flushes nearly down to his neck. His red advances another level at the question.

"...This seems dangerous, giving me this choice." Still, he tries to consider question seriously. "I'd rather you show me what you think frottage is."

Alex nuzzles against the blushing man, rubbing against his body slowly. He kisses his jaw and backs enough to tug down his pants and underwear--you know, the ones that had just been put on. He's mostly hard already, hanging heavy between his legs. He crawls back atop Neil, nipping at his chest.

"...You know," he wonders. "For someone who apparently doesn't like sex, you're saying yes an awful lot."

He's not mewling at the proximity nor the shifts against their skin, but Neil is certainly not keeping to modesty. When Alex returns to his position on top, speaking really obvious things, the younger man simply smirks.

"'Cause I like you. And I don't have any reason to hide that."

"You're going to spoil me," he murmurs, dragging his body against Neil's again. He kisses up Neil's chest, ending at his neck.

"More the--" Neil pauses to take in the sensations, eyes blinking from near overwhelm. "--other way around."

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