Theoretical Novelty (Perry/Snoop Dogg)
Title: Theoretical Novelty
Pairing: Perry/Snoop Dogg
Rating: R
Author's Notes: How long have I been threatening to do this? XD (Perry & Snoop Dogg recorded a song together for JS's fourth album. In case you're wondering where that came from. 8D;;)
They've only been recording for three days, and Perry wants Snoop so bad he can almost taste it. It's not a fanboy crush, exactly (although the fluttery feeling in the pit of his stomach every time Snoop walks in probably has something to do with that). It's the six feet and three inches of dark skin, the scraggly beard, the goofy grin, and the acrid smell of weed that seems to follow him everywhere. He's been cooped up in Seoul with pretty Korean boys for way too long. So despite the looming deadlines, he's been taking his time, stinking up the studios and shooting the shit more than composing.
Snoop leans in and reaches around him to tweak something on the console. He keeps doing that, and Perry should probably be annoyed by the way Snoop can gloat about being a foot taller than him without even saying anything, but it's kind of hard to give a shit with Snoop's arms on either side of him and his breath tickling his ear.
He tries to look annoyed anyway, because he has to. And because Snoop keeps lingering just a bit too much, like he's daring him to say something. So he does. "You a fag or something?"
"'Course not." Snoop sits back, smirking, and there's a glint of amusement in his slightly-unfocused eyes. He knows.
Perry calmly fiddles with a knob on the console that doesn't actually do anything as he considers his options. He could get it over with and make a move - it'll either work or it won't. Then again, he could lose a killer track (and a few teeth), and YG probably wouldn't be too happy about that. This must be what playing chess is like. Perry doesn't know much about it, but he does know white's supposed to make the first move. And he's pretty sure brownish-yellowish-white would still play before dark brown.
Also, he's not a scared little faggot.
He glances sideways at Snoop. "So what's with all the cock-teasing?"
"Who says I'm teasin', nigga?"
That's as much of a come-on as he's ever going to get. He gets up, stands between Snoop's legs - they're about the same height this way - and leans in to kiss the stupid smirk off his face. Despite the vague invitation, he's still a bit surprised when Snoop kisses him back lazily, sliding his tongue into his mouth and snaking an arm around him.
Check.
Pairing: Perry/Snoop Dogg
Rating: R
Author's Notes: How long have I been threatening to do this? XD (Perry & Snoop Dogg recorded a song together for JS's fourth album. In case you're wondering where that came from. 8D;;)
They've only been recording for three days, and Perry wants Snoop so bad he can almost taste it. It's not a fanboy crush, exactly (although the fluttery feeling in the pit of his stomach every time Snoop walks in probably has something to do with that). It's the six feet and three inches of dark skin, the scraggly beard, the goofy grin, and the acrid smell of weed that seems to follow him everywhere. He's been cooped up in Seoul with pretty Korean boys for way too long. So despite the looming deadlines, he's been taking his time, stinking up the studios and shooting the shit more than composing.
Snoop leans in and reaches around him to tweak something on the console. He keeps doing that, and Perry should probably be annoyed by the way Snoop can gloat about being a foot taller than him without even saying anything, but it's kind of hard to give a shit with Snoop's arms on either side of him and his breath tickling his ear.
He tries to look annoyed anyway, because he has to. And because Snoop keeps lingering just a bit too much, like he's daring him to say something. So he does. "You a fag or something?"
"'Course not." Snoop sits back, smirking, and there's a glint of amusement in his slightly-unfocused eyes. He knows.
Perry calmly fiddles with a knob on the console that doesn't actually do anything as he considers his options. He could get it over with and make a move - it'll either work or it won't. Then again, he could lose a killer track (and a few teeth), and YG probably wouldn't be too happy about that. This must be what playing chess is like. Perry doesn't know much about it, but he does know white's supposed to make the first move. And he's pretty sure brownish-yellowish-white would still play before dark brown.
Also, he's not a scared little faggot.
He glances sideways at Snoop. "So what's with all the cock-teasing?"
"Who says I'm teasin', nigga?"
That's as much of a come-on as he's ever going to get. He gets up, stands between Snoop's legs - they're about the same height this way - and leans in to kiss the stupid smirk off his face. Despite the vague invitation, he's still a bit surprised when Snoop kisses him back lazily, sliding his tongue into his mouth and snaking an arm around him.
Check.