Ten Years [Zourry]

Studio Tour

"So this is where you come every day?" Harry asked, looking over all of the buttons, controls, and technology.

"Not every day. Occasionally." Zayn shrugged, standing in the doorway while Harry looked around.

"This is awesome." Harry smiled, looking at the records on the wall.

"And it's completely soundproof in there?" He asked, nodding towards the recording room.

"Yep." Zayn smiled.

"Think you could record me and do some effects on my voice?" Harry smiled.

"No, we shouldn't mess with that stuff." Zayn said.

"C'mon, please?" Harry asked, trying to be cute. "Just a little?"

Zayn looked at him and sighed. "I don't even know if the microphone is plugged up, or-"

"Let's go see." Harry said, opening the door and going into the recording room.

Zayn rolled his eyes, going after him.

"We shouldn't be in here." He said as Harry stepped up to the microphone.

"Why not? Don't you own this stuff?" Harry asked, looking at him.

"No, not really." Zayn chuckled. "But if you damage anything I'll be paying for it."

"I won't damage anything." Harry smiled, taking the headphones off of the mic stand and putting them on.

"Can you just record me a little?" He asked.

"Fine. What're you gonna sing?" Zayn asked, closing the door after he left the room, going over to the controls and turning everything on.

Harry licked his lips, moving closer. "Can you hear me?"

"I can hear you just fine. Sing something so we can go get lunch." Zayn said.

Harry tried to think of what song to sing.

"What if you just record me talking and do something?" He asked, feeling nervous.

He didn't want to sound bad in front of Zayn, or sing something stupid.

"Harry, either make some noise or let's go." Zayn said, sighing again.

Harry bit his lip, getting an idea. "Fine, turn it up."

Zayn pushed up the microphone sensitivity, waiting.

Harry licked his lips again, slowly this time.

Zayn watched, frowning at the way Harry smirked.

Harry breathed into the microphone a moment before he moaned.

It was a short one, but raspy and desperate sounding.

Harry blushed and chuckled, having fun while attempting to get Zayn all hot and bothered.

He then looked at Zayn, who was weak from hearing Harry's moan in surround sound.

Zayn had promised himself he wouldn't do any more with Harry but he couldn't help himself.

The sexual tension between them had been thick since Harry got in the car.

Thick like Harry's lips, and his thighs.

"What'd you think?" Harry asked softly, taking the headphones off.

Zayn walked over and locked the door, walking into the recording room and slamming the door shut.

He stared at Harry a moment before he stepped forward and pushed him up against the wall.

Harry gasped, looking up at Zayn with parted lips and flushed cheeks for a split second before their lips met.