More Scales- Larry Stylinson

Chapter 4

Harry got up the next morning when the sun was just starting to rise. Louis was sleeping in, as usual. Harry didn't mind. He pulled his tail away from Louis, slithering out to the restroom. He started the shower, still feeling the stickiness from last night all over his tail. His cheeks tinted pink a little as he started to think back about what had happened.

Harry bit his lip, smiling and pulling himself into the large tub. His tail took up almost all of what space that was available. Though that was nothing new. Harry started to wash his scales and chest, his mind wandering back. Louis' body was so beautiful. His long legs on full display. The way his body just...was there for him to touch. The feeling of being inside him-

"Fuck." Harry frowned a bit as he felt himself harden. "Shit..." Harry felt his cheeks get red. He glanced around nervously, as if waiting for someone to run in and see him in the vulnerable position. However, aside from the pouring shower, pelting him from above, there were no sounds.

Harry slowly placed his hand on himself, hitching his breath slightly as he started to touch himself. He stroked himself gently, his movements a bit awkward.

Harry let out a soft string of curse words, trying to keep himself quiet as he worked on getting rid of his erection. He never masturbated before. He had never really found a reason to be aroused. But with Louis... Even the thought of his beautiful bum and legs were enough to get him stiff as a rock.

Harry finished quickly, the water washing away the evidence of what he had just done. Harry sighed softly and shook his head. That was an ordeal. If he got hard anywhere else it would be hard-no, impossible- to hide the evidence. Even when he wore shirts, he didn't have anything to cover below his waist.

Harry just had to keep his mind pure. Then everything would be fine. And Louis would have to keep his sexy legs covered.

Harry got out of the shower, drying himself off and setting his towel up to dry. He slithered out of the bathroom to get a head start on breakfast. Zayn was laying on the couch, his tal flicking behind him as he watched tv.

"Good morning, Zayn." Harry smiled. "You want ssssome eggsss? I think we have ssssssome ham too if you want an omelet." He offered. Zayn scoffed and shook his head, his tail tip curling and uncurling irritably.

"Isss sssssomething wrong?" Harry asked, frowning a bit. Zayn gave him a look.

"I could hear you two last night." He muttered, his cheek resting on the arm of the couch.

"I-oh." Harry said. "Sssssorry. It jussst ssssort of happened." He explained, rubbing the back of his neck. Zayn rolled his eyes.

"Sure." He said, silent for a moment before he sat up, his tail lashing. "Why did you pick him?" He demanded, glaring up at Harry.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked, scrunching his eyebrows together. He didn't like the aggressive body language that Zayn was giving off.

"I kissed you! I like you and you said you 'needed time.'" Zayn frowned. "Then, you just fall into Louis' bed with no time to figure out if you liked him. Why did you like him more than you like me?"

Harry was quiet for a minute, pausing to think. He wasn't sure why he liked Louis. He just knew that Louis made him feel safe, and cared for, and gave him butterflies in his stomach in a way that Zayn just never did.

"I jussst like him. I felt.. you know, fireworks when I kisssssed him. It wassssn't like I decided one day that I wanted to date Louis and not you." He shook his head. "I sssstill care-"

"Cut the crap." Zayns tail lashed and he got up. "I don't want to hear it." He walked over and stood in front of Harry, glaring at him. He stepped into Harrys space.