Gabriel Brown: Collection of Short Alaskan Bush People Fan Fics

Glass

You watched Gabe lifting the end of the couch and putting it back down again, his tight muscles straining. With your legs dangling off the side of the tilting sofa, you counted out loud for him as he grunted and heaved.

"Ten, Eleven, Twelve..." You caught yourself before he saw you rolling your eyes.
"Enough, Gabey. I'm impressed." You groaned. "You're strong. I get it." How much longer was he going to lift things in your apartment before he got down to what you really wanted?

"Ughhh." You groaned silently as you watched Gabe settle the heavy end of the couch back down on the carpet. He plopped down on the couch close enough for you to smell his warm scent. He smelled so good and his muscles glistened with sweat and your desire for him made your thighs clench together involuntarily. Your eyes rolled again but for a completely different reason this time.

"I wasn't trying to impress you." He spoke in a deep gravelly voice that gave you so much of a thrill that you had to drop your head and cross your ankles. Why did everything about this guy excite you so much? But you couldn't help yourself. He was sweet and adorable and sexy and you tried to be a good girl but all you wanted to do was drag him into your bedroom and make him scream your name!

"Huh?" He must have asked you a question because he was looking at you with that sweet grin and his eyebrows raised. Dang! You had been lost in your fantasy again and you were sure that Gabe had to be wondering if there was something wrong with you. Truthfully, there was something wrong with you. He was what was wrong with you. He had never tried to touch you except when you when you were alone together. Never in public. And even in private, just when things were getting hot and heavy, he would suddenly stop, blush bright red, and start lifting furniture.

"I probably should get going." He repeated. "It's late and I know you have to work in the morning." He leaned over and gave you a quick kiss on the lips and started to get up and reach for his black leather jacket.
"Stop right there, Gabey!" You jumped up from the couch and ran to stand in front of the door, blocking his exit. You crossed your arms across your chest and put on your fiercest expression.

It had been two months since you had been dating and you couldn't understand what the problem was. You knew he wanted to be with you just by the look on his face when you were together. But he never tried to do anything more than give you a good night kiss. Coming across as a pushy sex fiend wasn't your plan either, but couldn't the two of you find a happy medium?

"Why do you always run out on me just when things are getting... interesting?" It was hard to keep your eyes on his face as he pulled his jacket on over his white tank top. The muscles of his chest rippled as he moved and the hem of his white shirt pulled up from where it was tucked into his pants. You caught a brief glance of his dark brown happy trail and the sigh that slipped out of you was loud and tortured.

Gabe stopped tugging on his jacket and looked carefully at you, his hands now stuffed in his jacket pocket. You could see his desire for you all over his face and it was clear that he wanted to come closer and touch you and hold you. But he held back and it was driving you crazy trying to figure out why. But before you could ask your question again, Gabe took a step toward you.

"I don't mean to run out on you, but honestly?" Gabe took another step toward you and pulled his hands out of his pockets. Your eyes locked with his and with a quickness that surprised you, he reached out and snagged your blouse in his fists, roughly yanking you to him, his mouth on yours with a heat that left you momentarily breathless. Just as you recovered from the suddenness of his kiss, he pulled his head back and released you, shaking his head and backing away.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself if I stay." The conflict in his eyes was such a shock and you stood speechless for a moment. "You excite me so much." He whispered. "I would try to be gentle but I'm afraid I wouldn't be. That I couldn't be."

You shook your head and moved to close the distance between you, finally understanding.
"I'm not made of glass, Gabey." You ran your hands up and down his arms, feeling the smooth muscle and at the same time pulling the sleeves of his jacket down, exposing his shoulders and arms. You could feel him trembling slightly as he tried to hold himself together but he let you pull his jacket off and toss it on the chair beside the couch. He kept his head down as you slid your hands into his loose dark curls, kneading the softness with your fingers.

"Don't hold back anymore, Gabe. I trust you and you know I love you."
"I love you too and I don't want to hurt you, but when I think about you?" He let the question hang in the air and you nodded and began lifting his tank top over his head, revealing the soft hairs on his lower belly.

The instant the shirt was off, Gabe's head lifted and he moved forward and slammed into you, the force of his body pushing you backward. You staggered a little but before you could move too much further, he had covered your mouth with his and wrapped both meaty arms around your waist, lifting you completely off your feet. You had time to let out a short startled grunt before Gabe turned and tossed you onto the nearby couch.

Landing on your back you watched with a smile as Gabe kicked off his boots and with his eyes half-closed in passion he dropped down on top of you. His arms pressed on the side of your head and he buried his face in your neck, his heavy body pressing the air out of you. You couldn't breathe but you didn't care.

"I don't want to hurt you." Gabe whispered again.
"You could never hurt me." You stroked his sideburns and let your fingers slide over his lips.
"I wouldn't want to, but what if I do?" He continued to protest.

"Gabey, stop it!" You suddenly yelled and pushed him violently up and off of you. As he landed on his back on the carpeted floor, you threw yourself down on top of him, pinning him to the floor with your hips.

"Did I hurt you?" You smiled as you looked down into his surprised face.
"No." He laughed.
"I'm not made of glass." You reminded him.
"No, you're not." He admitted as he finally gave in to his passion and began to wrap himself around you and roll you over onto your back, your legs clutching at him desperately.

"Just don't hurt me." He grinned.