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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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The unease does not relent. It reminds him of falling behind, of never quite matching other people's pace. Nevertheless, Neil Park continues to the best of his ability.

"Mind altering." Maybe that's why Alex mentioned mouths on cocks a couple of times in the past. "The same orifice food goes into."

Neil mulls the idea over. "Guess I shouldn't knock it 'til I try it."

"You're complaining about a hole where food enters where you normally copulate where it exits."

"Psh." Neil waves the comment off. "That's completely different."

"It's worse, scientifically. Regardless, I'm surprised you don't have a better appetite to try these things out. Most would love to think of placing themselves somewhere warm and moist."

...No. He didn't find the bottle of scotch under the table. Why do you ask?

This time, the discomfort becomes apparent. "Don't think I've ever had the urge. The whole thing's just foreign to me, even when I, um. Hit puberty."

The scientist face goes on, even through that light comfortable haze. "Don't have the urge? Aren't you sexually active?"

"...Well, yeah," the man admits grudgingly. "At best, though, sex is tolerable. If I had the choice, I'd forego the whole damn thing."

...And there go the warning bells again. "From what you're saying... You sound like you're being forced into something you don't want. And a person who pressured or coerced you isn't something you should be staying with."

Aw, shit. "Geez, no, it ain't like that. It's fine when it happens; the only complaint I have is-- You know." The aftermath of not properly cleaning. The prospect has Neil sighing and possibly turning bright red. "I just don't get why everyone's so smitten with getting into each other's pants, outside of having kids."

Arcade stares for a moment. Then sighs again and rests back against the chair. "You've never had an urge or wanting to start things for yourself?"

"Not because I'm, uh, needin' an itch to scratch." No, no, he's not flushing. Not at all. "There was once or twice because it felt like he..."

Loved me.

"...cared. About me." Neil trails off, decidedly uncomfortable with virtually everything.

He watches a young kid blush over the boyfriend he's in love with, who happens to be Arcade's closest friend. There's a bundle of problems and issues here, but that kind of honest reaction sort of makes up for some of them.

He slips a hand into his lab coat pocket, pulls out a bottlecap, and flicks it, aiming at Neil. "You didn't think to tell him you were asexual?"

Neil watches an old guy waste a perfectly good cap as his attention rests entirely on the question raised. The bottlecap flicks off his chest and lands on Neil's open palm. "Thought that only applied to single-celled organisms, plants, and fungi," he said. "Also thought I was just a late bloomer, or my life's so fucked that I never developed properly."

"Late bloomers are never this late. It's possible that the latter is the case, however, then it's likely that you wouldn't be interested in intercourse at all, even with emotions attached. Asexual humans," he continues. "Aren't wholly adverse to sex, but are only interested in it as further bonding with the person they're partnered with. They would never have a one-night stand, or a fling, and when push comes to shove, an asexual individual would rather curl up with their partner and hug them rather than having sex.

"And if I'm right," he goes on. "All of that sounded pretty spot on to you."

The logic proves sound. Tighter than Neil anticipated. Granted, this is the first he's hearing about asexual humans, but human psychology was never ever his strong suit. He sports a thoughtful expression, which ultimately shifts to something like relenting.

"...You're right," he says.

"...Yeah," he drawls after a moment. "You really need to explain that to Alex. And this isn't relationship advice from a friend, this is an order from a doctor. Your doctor, in this case, as we're talking about this."

His nerves seem to nearly ignite at the order, but Neil Park attempts to appear on top of matters. Whether or not he succeeds, the man is uncertain. "Alright. Fair enough."

Fair, indeed, as this may be information that changes everything.

After the agreement, he pauses a moment, then stands up next to Neil. "As your friend," he says, in a tone one notch gentler. "I want to know if you're doing okay with that seemingly revelation."

It's the word friend that has Neil pausing, that has him watching Arcade Gannon in a whole new light. He considers brushing off the concern. Thinks about keeping his shit all to himself.

Finally, resigned, Neil starts to scratch the back of his head. "By myself, it'd be fine," he gives quietly. "I'd carry on as normal, and no one would give a shit."

But-- "I'm with someone, though, and I can see how that...may not be kosher. Most people care about having relations with their partners, don't they?"

"Except that you still want to 'have relations' with him. That's why you're doing this, after all. You're not going to tell him you're going to cut him off--unless you want to. You just need to inform him that you do prefer other things and why that is."

He shrugs, a brief motion. "It's a legitimate aspect of you as a person. As much as part of you as Alex and I's homosexuality. You just have to tell him that."

Another honest conversation. Neil sighs heavily, forcing the dredges to clear in his mind. "Yeah, I'm probably being paranoid for no good reason," he admits. "Sorry. Just had a lot of shit come up this year."

"Well, you know," Arcade adds after a pause, shifting to adjust his glasses. "I may not be your first choice, but I am here to talk to. If you find that you need to work things out with a third party."

This time, Neil laughs, an altogether different emotion bursting beneath his chest. "Well, you know after subjecting you to this, the last thing I'm gonna do is dump more stuff on you," he says lightly.

The man sobers, sadness teasing the corners of his eyes. "...Thanks. I appreciate the offer."

"Do you think I'd willingly be subjected to this if I wasn't willing to support you more?" he asks dryly, a smile at the corners of his lips. "You just moved to the Mojave. I remember what that was like. You could probably use a couple of friends."

"Thought it was more for Alex's sake." Because no one aside from Alex has openly offered support for Neil and Neil Park alone. For James, for Amata, for Catherine, for whoever else--

Fuck, Arcade's saying such kind shit, and it is getting to be too much. Neil blinks, attempting composure. "You had a rough start in the Mojave?"

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