you like the feel i bring

Zachary Gilroy. Sigma Beta Rho. Brookline Hockey. Chicago Blackhawks Prospect.

[bennyandthestars]

[zachary-gilroy]

resistance jumps

[zachary-gilroy]

mich-hayes:

Oh, I can most definitely do that. You know, I do like my bed better with you in it. You should just stay in it.

I’ll never leave again, you’re just going to have to cook for me, bring me food, empty my bed pan, etc.

[zachary-gilroy]

mich-hayes:

Your shirt. It’s still on.

Fix that, babe.

[zachary-gilroy]

None at all? Good to know.

[mich-hayes]

Well, maybe just one thing.

[zachary-gilroy]

What's that, babe?

[zachary-gilroy]

mich-hayes:

Mmm, I have no complaints.

None at all? Good to know.

[zachary-gilroy]

mich-hayes:

I didn’t think you needed help in this department.

No? You think I got it under control?

[mich-hayes]

zachary-gilroy:

Is there some way I could entice you into making the right decision?

I’m sure there is some way.

[zachary-gilroy]

If only I could figure it out.

[zachary-gilroy]

i’m to blame | mich and zach

[mich-hayes]

zachary-gilroy

“Is that right?” he asked, his gaze turning upwards toward the girl. It seemed right, being back here with her, at ease in his motion. Confident in what he was doing and saying rather than nervously fumbling over what to say as he’d envisioned seeing her for quite a while would be. His kisses grew deeper onto the fabric, letting his tongue find it’s rhythm as well. “Hm?” he asked, though he didn’t think there’d be an answer outside of a few more moans. 

“You know you’re my comfort.” She ran a hand through his dark hair, as he looked up at her. She let her head relax back on the pillow. Closing her eyes, her hips pushed up against his mouth as she felt his tongue press against the fabric. A breathy moan left her lips as her body reacted to the work he was doing. “Don’t you think we should-” She was trying to focus on her words, but what he was doing felt so good. “Should talk.” Her words were accompanied by another moan.

[zachary-gilroy]

mich-hayes:

“You know you’re my comfort.” She ran a hand through his dark hair, as he looked up at her. She let her head relax back on the pillow. Closing her eyes, her hips pushed up against his mouth as she felt his tongue press against the fabric. A breathy moan left her lips as her body reacted to the work he was doing. “Don’t you think we should-” She was trying to focus on her words, but what he was doing felt so good. “Should talk.” Her words were accompanied by another moan.

His first reaction to the words she spoke was to smile. They were comforting just to hear, he couldn’t put words to the feelings he felt for her, but with all the good came the fear. The realness and gravity of the previous night’s conversation began rushing back to him, bringing his hangover to the forefront of his mind again. “Those moans don’t make it sound like you want to talk,” he looked up with a smirk, though the attempt to avoid was only made with half effort, unsure of how much pleasure he could provide now that his head was once again pounding and his thoughts were elsewhere.

[zachary-gilroy]

But would you be willing to scooch?

[mich-hayes]

For you? Mmm… I’m gonna have to think about it.

[zachary-gilroy]

mich-hayes:

For you? Mmm… I’m gonna have to think about it.

Is there some way I could entice you into making the right decision?

[zachary-gilroy]

Clearly not.

[bennetthenderson-blog]

What’s your problem?

[zachary-gilroy]

bennetthenderson:

What’s your problem?

No problem here.

[mich-hayes]

You know that Maroon 5 song, Never Gonna Leave This Bed? That is my anthem.

[zachary-gilroy]

mich-hayes:

You know that Maroon 5 song, Never Gonna Leave This Bed? That is my anthem.

But would you be willing to scooch?

[eli-heath-deactivated20161108]

zachary-gilroy:

I just don’t know what to do with her.

What do you want to do with her?

[zachary-gilroy]

I don't know. I'm into her.

[bennetthenderson-blog]

zachary-gilroy:

It’s not hypocritical at all. You just can’t keep up with logic.

I can do logic

[zachary-gilroy]

Clearly not.

[zachary-gilroy]

I could be for sure.

[eli-heath-deactivated20161108]

Zachary tell me.

[zachary-gilroy]

eli-heath:

Zachary tell me.

Just shit with Mich.

[eli-heath-deactivated20161108]

Okay explain.

[zachary-gilroy]

I just don't know what to do with her.

[zachary-gilroy]

I could be for sure.

[eli-heath-deactivated20161108]

Zachary tell me.

[zachary-gilroy]

eli-heath:

Zachary tell me.

Just shit with Mich.

[bennetthenderson-blog]

zachary-gilroy:

But I can, because it’s subjective.

You’re a hypocrite.

[zachary-gilroy]

It's not hypocritical at all. You just can't keep up with logic.

[eli-heath-deactivated20161108]

zachary-gilroy:

Girls man, girls.

I hate you. Can you be any more vague? 

[zachary-gilroy]

I could be for sure.