Title: New Perspective

Pairing: Pauly D/Vinny

Rating: M

Summary: Vinny's turned on, and Pauly offers a simple solution. Takes place toward the end of season three, when Deena is being a cockblock with Vinny and her best friend.

Disclaimer: I don't own shit.

Author's Note: So I decided to break all of these down into separate fics, for three reasons. One, they're all different fics, in their own right, even though they are all in the same universe and all from the same story, so I feel like they should all get to stand on their own for people to read and enjoy individually. Two, I know some people don't want to just click through a bunch of other one-shots to get to the new story, so from here on out, I'll be posting them individually. And three, HOLY FUCK, my 50th story is fast approaching! I want to do something big for it, and I have two really epic stories I'm working hard on. I should have one of them finished in time to post for number 50. Thing is, I have to build up to that. So, that's what I'm doing. Either way, if you enjoyed it before, hope you still do. If you're reading it for the first time, I hope you enjoy! =)

Warnings: Jersey Shore slashhh. =D

And Vinny doesn't mean to bitch, but goddammit, he's still so horny, and Deena can't even let him get it in with the one good girl who has shown up in the house in forever. He lets out another dramatic sigh that just barely covers Pauly's laughter.

"I mean, seriously, what the fuck. It's not like she didn't want it just as much. It'd be different if I had just been perving on her. But I totally wasn't, right?" Vinny questions, taking the bottle of Bacardi back from the older and taking another long drink out of it. He winces at the taste, passing it back to Pauly and watching him sip at it.

"Nah, man, she wanted it. Face it, Deena was being a cockblock. It happens, bro." Pauly tries to ease the younger's nerves. It doesn't work, though, Vinny still entirely too worked up. He sits up, scrubs his hands over his face in frustration before shooting Pauly a near desperate look that makes the older take another swig off the rum.

"Yea, but why? I'm not a bad guy. Am I?"

And Vinny looks so upset, even through Pauly's blurred eyes, that it makes Pauly reach out and pull the boy closer, so that he's almost sitting in his lap on the bed. When he meets Vinny's eyes, he can still see the underlying layer of need just below the surface, just past his swirling thoughts. For some reason, he finds himself compelled to bring it back to life, grabbing Vinny by the back of the neck and dragging him down into a slow, deep kiss. They separate only a moment later, Pauly finding the younger's eyes once more. It takes a long beat for Pauly to focus on Vinny entirely, but when he does, he offers the boy a smile.

"You're thinking too much." he mutters.

Vinny's not thinking at all when he surges forward again, kissing Pauly breathless.

(He's certainly not thinking when he gives a nervous nod in response to Pauly's equally breathless question of, "Hey, why don't you just have sex with me?" some time later. He just acts.)