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]

Neil, who more or less needs a good shower and fresher clothes, opts to bundle himself under a pile of bedsheets and blankets, the two pillows tucked neatly behind his back. At Alex's comment, he nods in agreement. They've only managed to get through one in full, and it's been nearly the entire day.

"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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"Let's clarify," he starts slowly.

Pauses, then watches Neil intently. "You were saying you'd rather try this on me?"

[goodfight]

He manages not to wiggle uncomfortably under the layers of bedclothes.

"It was...kinda recommended to me," Neil says. "And to be honest, trying on you sounds more appealing than the other way around."

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Eyebrow raise.

"Someone recommended for you to put your mouth around my dick?"

[goodfight]

"Not...explicitly. More like...insinuated."

Why, no. Neil's cheeks are not burning up yet again.

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Another beat.

"...I really need to thank all these people."

[goodfight]

"Well, uh." Neil thinks to give away Arcade's name to that recommendation, but the guy might freak the fuck out should it come back to him. "You might make some of them feel...super awkward."

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"Doesn't matter if they're awkward. They are going to get thank yous and fruit baskets and prostitutes. Whichever is preferred. BFFs for life."

Grins.

[goodfight]

Somewhere in that, Neil's reminded that Ignacio Rivas has a crush on Alex. He doesn't quite know how a reception of fruit baskets or prostitutes would sit well with the man.

"Maaaybe just a thank you," he says awkwardly. "I, uh, already owe some of them big time."

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All right. Not staying on the couch. Alex gets up, stretching his arms to palm the ceiling, then rounds on Neil huddled in the bed. He climbs on the mattress, then boxes him in, above him. He stares, smiling.

"Let me owe them. You were doing a quest for me, and I'm fast becoming the grateful one."

[goodfight]

Alex decides to keep him more permanently on the bed, and Neil finds himself flushing.

"It wasn't all for you," he murmurs. "I had some things they sorted out, too."

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He stays there, hovering above Neil. "Tell me."

[goodfight]

Blatancy, Neil Park. Digression and blatancy, speaks Arcade in his head.

"I was talking to Ignacio," he begins quietly. "I kinda broke down. Told him this was my first relationship, and I was getting overwhelmed. That my usual methods of reading up on things weren't gonna cut it."

There is an imbalance, as he had mentioned to Rivas, between Neil and Alex. Between the Lone Wanderer and the Courier.

"We talked about it for a bit. He helped me sort some of it out."

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Rivas, huh.

Alex's expression sobers. He stays where he is. "He's a good guy," he states. "Got me to start working for everyone in the Mojave and not just the big fishes. He cares about people. Actually cares."

The Followers, all of them. They seemed to be those people who care.

"...I'm glad he helped you. Am I allowed to ask how? You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

[goodfight]

Good guy, yes. Rivas, The Followers, people who actually gave a shit even when they had every right not to.

Such as one guy's concerns.

"He listened. Asked questions. I told him that I wanted to balance things between us. Instead of just reacting passively to you, waiting for this relationship to pass, I--"

Neil breathes. Just breathes.

"...I wanted to make it grow."

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Neil is serious. And here is somewhere where Alex needs lightness. Not to lessen anything. But because for it to grow there needs to be that, too. Not everything needs to be heavy and impactful. Sometimes it can just be corny and laidback.

He nudges Neil's head with his own, smiling at him. "You asking me to have your babies? Start a family together?"

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Oh, god. How Neil Park blushes at the question.

"E-Even if you were a woman," Neil stammers, attempting to regulate the effect of that joke, "we wouldn't be ready for babies. We'd be bad for babies."

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"Oh, so you do want babies? Well, I'd be okay being your wife, Neil Park." The smile stays, the nudging continues.

"You're my man, after all."

[goodfight]

Shit, what the fuck is this?

"What is this?" Neil says, bewildered. "Is this like a weird-ass way of asking me to propose to you?"

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His lips find Neil's ear, closing over it gently. He stays there, sucking, then releases to reply. "...Are you going to?" he murmurs. "I hope you know it's a sure thing."

[goodfight]

A sound falls from Neil's lips that he's completely ashamed of making, but he's too busy shivering under Alex and the bundle of blankets. Yet he tries for lightness. Tries for a truth in the guise of banter. "I haven't even gotten around to looking for rings yet," he manages. "I don't even know--"

Right, that thought. That request. "--your birthday, let alone your ring size."

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Alex pulls back, still staying there but enough to look in Neil's eyes. "Is it really that important to you?" he wonders. "My birthday?

"It's something I made up, after all. Just something to count the years. No way of knowing when I was actually born without parents to ask."

[goodfight]

Neil watches him, eyes shifting from embarrassment to affection.

"It's your years so it matters to me," he says. "Made up or otherwise, it's another facet of you, and I really--"

Really. "--love you."

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Alex leans forward to touch Neil's head with his own. He stays there, then pulls back entirely, shifting to sit in front of Neil cross-legged. "November," he states.

"November 3rd, 2248."

[goodfight]

There exists some distance, allowing Neil to think. To mull over the date given, pondering at its meaning. "Could I ask why you chose that date?"