Joshua Bam Bam Brown: Collection of Short Alaskan Bush People Fan Fics

His Hands

Turning your back on Bam was always difficult. But turning your back on Bam in bed was next to impossible. You were aching for his touch and when you turned away from him in the small bed, he groaned and threw one hand over his eyes.

"I'm sorry, B." You kept your back to him as you mumbled into your pillow. "But we both have to get up so early tomorrow to get everything done." You sighed heavily.

"I know." Bam reached out with one hand and gently stroked the back of your thigh, his hand slowly sliding up.

"I mean it. Stop." You placed your hand on his and picked it up, then dropped it ungracefully back on the bed.

"Yeah, sure." Bam smiled and immediately threw one leg over yours. Before you could push it off, he had flipped over and thrown himself on top of you, pinning your legs with his. His long hair draped in your face as he hovered over you.

"Not even a good night kiss?" He dipped his head and brought his mouth to yours, not waiting for an answer. You ran your hands along his muscular back as the passion of the kiss deepened.

"No." You shook your head and smiled as he finally pulled his lips away from yours.

"Not even a little kiss? Bam's mouth dropped back down on yours and the heat from him was beginning to get so intense, you weren't sure you could stop. And you were positive you didn't want him to stop.

"OK. Just a little one." You whispered huskily against his lips.

"That's ok. I'm good." Bam suddenly pulled away from you and flopped back over on his side of the bed. Turning over on his side facing away from you, he tossed his words back to you. "Sleep good. I'll see you in the morning." You didn't even have to look at him to know he was smiling. You turned over on your side away from him with a huge smile on your face.

"Love you."

"Love you more."

In the darkness of the trapper shack, you suddenly sat up with a jolt as the pain in your leg radiated all the way up to your knee. Your hands flew to your leg as the mother of all charlie-horses stabbed furiously at your hardened muscles.

"Ow! Ow! Ow!" The pain was so excruciating that you couldn't even think. All you could do was hold your leg and groan the words over and over. "Ow! Ow! Ow!"

"What?" Bam rolled over and grabbed for your shoulder as he reached for his glasses with the other. Your gasping and moaning grew louder and your wide eyes met his in the dim light. Just as his hand touched your shoulder, you shrugged his hand off roughly and yelled.

"My leg, Bam! It's my leg! Ow! It hurts so bad!" Your moans finally turned to tears and you shook your leg high in the air as the spasm continued.

"I've got this." Bam said calmly and positioned himself cross-legged as he took hold of your wiggling foot and pressed it to his bare chest. "Just push on my chest here with your toes." His hands held your foot firmly and then he quickly slid his hands up and down your calf as he began the massage. He leaned his body forward to lean your toes toward you and continued to apply gentle pressure to the cramp. His hands were gentle but firm and as you pressed both fists to your mouth to keep from screaming, Bam kept working the muscle and tilting your foot until he finally felt the hard muscle begin to soften.

"Better?" His deep voice cut through your tears and you realized yes, it was much better. The pain from the charlie-horse was almost gone and you tentatively flexed your toes to test it out.

"Yes, Bam. It's so much better." Exhausted from the pain and exertion, you collapsed back on the pillows, your breath heavy.

Bam's strong hands were relentless and the nonstop rubbing of your leg was starting to give you some ideas that had nothing to do with his treatment for your charlie-horse. Your eyes closed as Bam's hands stroked the soft place behind your knee and then slid further up to caress the back of your thigh. Your breath, already heavy, began to come in short pants as your desire for him grew. You felt his weight shift on the bed as he moved over you and when your eyes opened, his blue eyes were inches from yours, his lips nearly on yours.

"You always know what I need, B." You stroked his beard with both hands and cupped his face in your palms. "Thank you."

"I'm always here for you, sweetheart." He lowered himself even further until his full weight rested on you. "Is there anything else you need tonight?" He asked with his breath warm in your ear.

With the pain and the charlie-horse completely gone, you relaxed completely in his arms and wrapped your legs around his.

"Yes, B. I think you know what I need now."