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!

Comments

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No. No. Not blushing. Why would he be?

"It's also probably customary to give gifts..."

[goodfight]

There's color high on Alex's cheekbones, spreading back. Neil touches them on automatic. "Probably. Think I owe you two gifts since I missed your birthday."

[doubletap]

Alex actually looks surprised at this. He does nothing to dissuade the touching. "Oh, I meant more me getting you something. You don't have to get me any--"

He makes a face.

"...I'm doing it again, aren't I? The being weird about gifts."

[goodfight]

"Yes, sir," Neil answers, his fingers lightly running across the cheekbones. "There ain't anything wrong about gifts when they're from people you care about."

His expression transitions to melancholy. "Gifts can be a way to remember the giver, after all."

[doubletap]

The sentences affect, but the expression given needs a response. He slips his arms around Neil again, nuzzling. "No need to remember when I hold you in my arms like this."

[goodfight]

He wonders, suddenly. Wonders if proximity and closeness are always just enough.

Nevertheless, Neil gives a nod. His hands find Alex's hair, fingers petting the strand. "They're still interesting, though," he continues. "Gifts, I mean. They're like manifestations of someone's thoughts regarding you, I think. That's how I approach them, at least."

[doubletap]

He makes an embarrassingly pleased sound at the petting, arms tightening around Neil. "That makes me nervous, then," he murmurs, half-distracted. "I'll have to start rethinking the stuff I get you."

[goodfight]

"I dunno," Neil murmurs. "I liked the gifts you got me when we were at the Hub. I mean, the incendiary bullets alone pretty much made my month. And the figurine...

"Only one other person's took the time to make something for me." His fingers continue to move lightly. "It did a lot for me."

[doubletap]

Neil's birthday was easy to find out in Alex's chaotic trip to Vault 101. It was added to his PimpBoy, and when it rolled around during their trip last month, Alex made Neil two things. The incendiary bullets for a 20 gauge shotgun (difficult, but not impossible), and a figure made of shell casings meant to resemble Dogmeat (...whether it did or not, that is the question).

But now Neil pets him, and tells Alex it did something for him. Alex makes a whimper--at the response, at the petting--and shifts against the growing hardness in his lap. "...Like giving you stuff," he murmurs. "Like making you stuff."

Food, ammo, fixing his guns and armor. Anything and everything. Alex likes to provide.

[goodfight]

When Alex presented those two things during their California tour, Neil stared. His dark eyes grew cloudy, and it was hell trying to speak without cracking his voice. Only James Park had done something similar with a old BB gun, restored from odd parts and a spring from Butch's switchblade. But that had felt like a farewell, a departure from their bond as father and son.

Alex's gifts, on the other hand, were reminiscent of hope. Of a life waiting to be lived.

Neil doesn't stop petting. He doesn't cease with the words floating around in his head. "You gave me my life. You made me continue," he says. "Thank you."

[doubletap]

Again, Alex makes a sound, and at the words' end, he shifts forward, kissing Neil hungrily. He leans his body into him, pressing sensitive areas with his own, and kissing him. He breaks to kiss along Neil's jaw, moving down his neck.

"...You, too," he mumbles in-between affection. "You're my life."

[goodfight]

Alex closes the distance with a kiss, pressing them together in more than one place. In more than on way. No matter how spent he might be, Neil continues to react. His fingers move to grip the other man's hair, a small noise escaping his lips.