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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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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."

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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."

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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?"

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Alex shrugs, an absence in his expression. "Town told me they guessed I was born in fall. An old lady there said I had that kind of annoying personality." Of someone who was dying on the vine, too late to life.

"Paid a lot of money in my early twenties for a doctor to look at my teeth and get the exact year. November 2nd? In the Mexican territory they had Day of the Dead. So I thought the 3rd would be a day to come back. Picked a birthday after a day of celebrating death, gave myself a better name, and started over. Started for real.

"Guess that was the start of my third life. First was with my mother. Second with the Four Corners tribe. And when I was dragged from that grave in Goodsprings, that was the start of my fourth. I keep starting over. It's a little depressing."

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Neil watches the subdued expression with care as Alex relates his early years and the path he took to reach a date. The young man listens, absorbing every syllable, word, and sentence uttered, saying nothing until everything was said.

Once complete, Neil rises to sit up, eyes still locked on the other.

"It is, yeah," he agrees. "I'd imagine there were things you lost along the way."

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"...Hmm." That makes it more depressing, actually. He glances down.

"Yeah."

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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.

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

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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."

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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."

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

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

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

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

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"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."

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"...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."

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"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?"

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

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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?"

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

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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."

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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."

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"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.