Swing by the clinic tomorrow around 9 AM. I'll see you then.
John
[True to his word, John is in the clinic, playing Sudoku puzzles while he waits. He looks up at the sound of the door opening and eyes the lad carefully. John is still a Weapon.]
Hey, mate. Let's head into the exam room. You can tell me what's going on.
[Perhaps to add to the concern, Pokey himself is much quieter than usual. Sullen wouldn’t be the word. Reserved maybe.
He enters the exam room, but doesn’t take a seat. Rather, he leans against the wall across from John.]
So.
You know how, like, Lili and I have been going out for a while, right?
Well. We’ve been thinking. You know. It’s almost been like, two years. A year and a half now right? So. We think we should. Hey, I mean, you know, what people do when they like each other for a long time? I mean, right?
Yeah.
[He clears his throat, all too aware he’s babbling.]
So. Uh.
I decided I should talk with you because. You know.
[John is rapidly searching back through his memories for when his father gave him The Talk. It had been brief and consisted of 'don't get anyone pregnant without getting married or we'll disown you.']
D'you know if she's ever? I mean, have you two talked about that? Because she might have some ideas about what she likes, if she has. But, um... if not. It's... sort of exploration, right? Don't go into this expecting to get it all right and perfect and magical the first time. There's a lot of learning about what she likes, what you like. Doesn't have to even be, uh... penetrative. That's something to keep in mind.
You know what a girl looks like, right? Down there, I mean.
[Thinking on that actually helps a little. And knowing that the first time doesn’t have to be so major also helps. It’s not that Pokey’s nervous or scared, no, of course not. Why would he be?
It’s just a little bit of reassurance.
The last part though keeps Pokey quiet for a minute. And he looks to the side, away from John.]
So.
Place I spent my childhood was like, Beaver Cleaver-esque 1950s with a horror movie center. I was a teenager in a world with talking ponies that’d make the Meadous seem edgy and a post apocalypse beachside town. Don’t get me wrong, I was a popular guy too but.
Only time I’ve...seen was when I stole a mag from a convenience store when I was a kid before all this crap. And uh. I don’t remember much.
[Oh, Christ. Okay. Well. Okay. It's just an anatomy lesson. Think of it that way.]
All right. Girls have got... more down there than we do. More and less, of course. One thing you'll want to make sure of if you do try anything penetrative, is that you aim for the right spot. Just a second, I think I have one of my biology textbooks on the shelves in the waiting area.
[He goes to fetch it and is back shortly thereafter. John lays it out on the counter.]
Penetration isn't really the way they get off, though. It can help, but there are other things you need to stimulate to really get them going most of the time. Foreplay. Lots of foreplay is important. Touching, kissing, stroking. You might feel like you're bursting long before she is, but make sure you try to keep that under control. Men are like engines. You can flip a switch and most of us can power up immediately. Girls... it's more like boiling a big pot of water. It'll take a while to get it going.
[This is getting more complicated then Pokey had ever begun to imagine. Between the book and what John has to say, Pokey is pretty much left speechless.
Really, there's plenty of jokes to be made here. It's just much harder to make them when it actually involves him.]
Uh. Right.
[It's getting harder to make eye contact too. This is beyond embarrassing, though it's probably better he learn about it here and now than some other way.]
No. If it turns out that it is instant for you, don't freak out. You're not gonna be able to get up again for a while, but there's plenty you can do with your hands... or your mouth if you both decide you want to try that.
[He points down at the diagram in the book.]
Here's where you want to insert for anything penetrative. She might be able to guide you a bit, as well, based on what she can feel. If you're not doing penetration, or if you go off to quickly for her, here's where you'll want to use your fingers or your tongue. That's the clitoris. Think gentle massage. You're not kneading dough.
You should probably have a talk with her about positions, as well. Depending on what you two want to do, you'll want to pick something comfortable. Hands and knees, her on her back, you on top of her, her on top of you that sort of thing. You can figure it out as you go along, but having an idea of what you want and what you don't want would probably be good.
[This is, at least, getting a little bit easier as he goes along.]
[The explanation might help Pokey in understanding what to do better, but it also starts filling him with more uncertainty and concern about how well he himself will do.
He feels oddly behind on all of this. Like he should have learned this sometime or place before, and possibly could have in a normal world. He knows full well too that any kind of normalcy would be denied anyway.
Embarrassment seems not like the exact right word Pokey feels right now. It's not embarrassing going through this. It's. Intimate, in it's own right, learning this he guesses.]
Alright.
[Is his only response to John at first as the doctor talks. The boy isn't sullen but he has no idea what to actually say to anything he's being told. He keeps his eyes on the book right now, just because it's easier than looking at the man as they talk, or more like as John explains and Pokey listens.]
So like is. There anything I should be, I dunno. Worried about during this?
Well, I dunno what old wives tales you might've heard, but blood shouldn't necessarily be happening if you're doing it right, even if it is her first time. If you go slowly, just take your time, there shouldn't be any pain. And it's her who'd likely to be in pain in this. You need to make sure you're going at her pace, even if you want to faster, harder, whatever, check with her.
Not communicating is gonna make it miserable for the both of you. But other than that... the condom might break. If that happens, make sure you've got extras with you. You just need to replace it. And lube. She'll have her own natural stuff but a little extra never hurts anything. I can send you along with some.
I'm just sorry you didn't get a chance to go through it with your dad. [He shouldn't make that comparison. He really shouldn't.] Or, uh... y'know... any other bloke.
[John clears his throat and searches in the drawers for a moment before coming out with a tube of KY-esque jelly and a handful of condoms.]
I'd also strongly recommend you don't get drunk before. One drink to loosen up, that's fine. But alcohol's a depressant. It'll make it harder to get it up. Not to mention you might not even remember it, and that'd be a shame.
[Pokey actually laughs, just a little, at that. His mind wanders towards what it could have been like, if it had been Engie who had gotten to try and have this talk with him instead of John out of necessity. It's hard to imagine, if just with how long gone it's been since he even saw Engie.
It is, perhaps, the first time Pokey has looked back on a Mayfield memory, and there was no pain attached to it. Only the fondness of it.
Pokey had thought of talking with Izzy about it, but decided against it. He was pretty sure Izzy could help him emotionally for it and work out any fears he had about commitment, but doubted the troll actually could have helped him with the anatomical information he needed.
Pokey shrugs at the last statement, as he gingerly takes the condoms and lube from John.]
Don't really need to worry about that. I haven't really drank since the last time you saw me try. Doesn't really do much for me.
That's, uh... good then. [Definitely good when John knows he has issues with drinking. Better Pokey never finds himself leaning on that crutch, if possible.]
Right, well... good luck, mate! I'm sure you'll have a nice time. Just remember, slow and steady wins the race for her, and if she's happy, you're gonna end it happy, too.
[He offers a mildly awkward clap on the shoulder and half-smile.]
[Pokey turns his gaze back at John, smirking a bit. That is quite possibly the most adult-esque thing he'd ever heard or could imagine in regards to this.
The clap on the shoulder surprises him. But honestly? He doesn't mind it. It actually kind of helps.]
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Pokey,
Swing by the clinic tomorrow around 9 AM. I'll see you then.
John
[True to his word, John is in the clinic, playing Sudoku puzzles while he waits. He looks up at the sound of the door opening and eyes the lad carefully. John is still a Weapon.]
Hey, mate. Let's head into the exam room. You can tell me what's going on.
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He enters the exam room, but doesn’t take a seat. Rather, he leans against the wall across from John.]
So.
You know how, like, Lili and I have been going out for a while, right?
Well. We’ve been thinking. You know. It’s almost been like, two years. A year and a half now right? So. We think we should. Hey, I mean, you know, what people do when they like each other for a long time? I mean, right?
Yeah.
[He clears his throat, all too aware he’s babbling.]
So. Uh.
I decided I should talk with you because. You know.
I. Never really had any kind of sex education.
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Right. Ah... well. Yeah. Sure.
[John is rapidly searching back through his memories for when his father gave him The Talk. It had been brief and consisted of 'don't get anyone pregnant without getting married or we'll disown you.']
Condoms. Have you heard of them?
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Yeah. I know condoms. Is that all I need to know?
[He runs a hand through his hair, fidgeting to try and keep his mind busy and to keep himself from leaving out of irritation and embarrassment.]
I get the broad strokes and basic idea, I just. Wanted to make sure I knew what I had to so it’s safe, or whatever.
I don’t want to hurt her.
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[John clears his throat.]
D'you know if she's ever? I mean, have you two talked about that? Because she might have some ideas about what she likes, if she has. But, um... if not. It's... sort of exploration, right? Don't go into this expecting to get it all right and perfect and magical the first time. There's a lot of learning about what she likes, what you like. Doesn't have to even be, uh... penetrative. That's something to keep in mind.
You know what a girl looks like, right? Down there, I mean.
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[Thinking on that actually helps a little. And knowing that the first time doesn’t have to be so major also helps. It’s not that Pokey’s nervous or scared, no, of course not. Why would he be?
It’s just a little bit of reassurance.
The last part though keeps Pokey quiet for a minute. And he looks to the side, away from John.]
So.
Place I spent my childhood was like, Beaver Cleaver-esque 1950s with a horror movie center. I was a teenager in a world with talking ponies that’d make the Meadous seem edgy and a post apocalypse beachside town. Don’t get me wrong, I was a popular guy too but.
Only time I’ve...seen was when I stole a mag from a convenience store when I was a kid before all this crap. And uh. I don’t remember much.
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All right. Girls have got... more down there than we do. More and less, of course. One thing you'll want to make sure of if you do try anything penetrative, is that you aim for the right spot. Just a second, I think I have one of my biology textbooks on the shelves in the waiting area.
[He goes to fetch it and is back shortly thereafter. John lays it out on the counter.]
Penetration isn't really the way they get off, though. It can help, but there are other things you need to stimulate to really get them going most of the time. Foreplay. Lots of foreplay is important. Touching, kissing, stroking. You might feel like you're bursting long before she is, but make sure you try to keep that under control. Men are like engines. You can flip a switch and most of us can power up immediately. Girls... it's more like boiling a big pot of water. It'll take a while to get it going.
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Really, there's plenty of jokes to be made here. It's just much harder to make them when it actually involves him.]
Uh. Right.
[It's getting harder to make eye contact too. This is beyond embarrassing, though it's probably better he learn about it here and now than some other way.]
So it's not like. An instant thing?
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[He points down at the diagram in the book.]
Here's where you want to insert for anything penetrative. She might be able to guide you a bit, as well, based on what she can feel. If you're not doing penetration, or if you go off to quickly for her, here's where you'll want to use your fingers or your tongue. That's the clitoris. Think gentle massage. You're not kneading dough.
You should probably have a talk with her about positions, as well. Depending on what you two want to do, you'll want to pick something comfortable. Hands and knees, her on her back, you on top of her, her on top of you that sort of thing. You can figure it out as you go along, but having an idea of what you want and what you don't want would probably be good.
[This is, at least, getting a little bit easier as he goes along.]
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He feels oddly behind on all of this. Like he should have learned this sometime or place before, and possibly could have in a normal world. He knows full well too that any kind of normalcy would be denied anyway.
Embarrassment seems not like the exact right word Pokey feels right now. It's not embarrassing going through this. It's. Intimate, in it's own right, learning this he guesses.]
Alright.
[Is his only response to John at first as the doctor talks. The boy isn't sullen but he has no idea what to actually say to anything he's being told. He keeps his eyes on the book right now, just because it's easier than looking at the man as they talk, or more like as John explains and Pokey listens.]
So like is. There anything I should be, I dunno. Worried about during this?
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Not communicating is gonna make it miserable for the both of you. But other than that... the condom might break. If that happens, make sure you've got extras with you. You just need to replace it. And lube. She'll have her own natural stuff but a little extra never hurts anything. I can send you along with some.
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[That seems to be close to wrapping this up. Thank God.]
Thanks for. You know. Reviewing this with me. Know it was a massive pain in the ass.
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[John clears his throat and searches in the drawers for a moment before coming out with a tube of KY-esque jelly and a handful of condoms.]
I'd also strongly recommend you don't get drunk before. One drink to loosen up, that's fine. But alcohol's a depressant. It'll make it harder to get it up. Not to mention you might not even remember it, and that'd be a shame.
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It is, perhaps, the first time Pokey has looked back on a Mayfield memory, and there was no pain attached to it. Only the fondness of it.
Pokey had thought of talking with Izzy about it, but decided against it. He was pretty sure Izzy could help him emotionally for it and work out any fears he had about commitment, but doubted the troll actually could have helped him with the anatomical information he needed.
Pokey shrugs at the last statement, as he gingerly takes the condoms and lube from John.]
Don't really need to worry about that. I haven't really drank since the last time you saw me try. Doesn't really do much for me.
cw: allusion to alcoholism
Right, well... good luck, mate! I'm sure you'll have a nice time. Just remember, slow and steady wins the race for her, and if she's happy, you're gonna end it happy, too.
[He offers a mildly awkward clap on the shoulder and half-smile.]
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[Pokey turns his gaze back at John, smirking a bit. That is quite possibly the most adult-esque thing he'd ever heard or could imagine in regards to this.
The clap on the shoulder surprises him. But honestly? He doesn't mind it. It actually kind of helps.]
Thanks John. I mean that. I owe you one.
[He'll nod a bit, before starting to head out.]
I'll see ya.
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[He raises a hand to bid the lad farewell. Once Pokey is gone, he looks down at his anatomy textbook and covers his face.]
God, I miss kids having the Internet.