The Tale's Willow

Unexpected Changes 1

A/N: Don't ya love it when ideas come after seeing a band live? ^_^ Yes this is going to be a Tidam story. It's gonna wind up being a little...weird. Bare with me ;) Once again, I'm sorry to any Jenika fans. Yes, this is going to be another mini-series :P

"You are overbearing; I'm not in love

I don't wanna tell you

We've been contemplating how to give it up

But I can't convince you

We've been hopelessly holding too tight

When we don't even need to

And as the water fills this sinking ship

I know we have to leave too"

Tim felt lucky to have his wife on tour with him all the time. They could spend time together, they could do "marital things", and they could see the world together. What could be better? Jenika had begun to get a little frosty with him. Turning down his advances, not wanting to sleep with him in his bunk. He was getting desperate for affection after a few months of no sex. She'd even quit letting him kiss her!

One night he'd had enough. She was wanting to go out with some of the crew to a local bar. Have some drinks, play some pool, grab a bite to eat. He wanted her to stay so they could enjoy the hotel room they had. He was getting irritated with his wife. They stood in the middle of the door to their room arguing about why she never let him touch her anymore. Neither knew that Adam was standing just inside the doorway to his room which was right next door.

"All I want to do is make love to my wife!" Tim huffed.

"I'm your tour manager, Tim. It isn't appropriate." She countered.

"You're my wife, Jen!"

"So? On the road, I'm your tour manager. That means nothing inappropriate goes on between us." She hissed.

"You haven't let me touch you at all even when we've had breaks. It's been months since we've had sex!" Tim shot back as he grabbed her arms to pull her to him.

She quickly shrugged out of his grasp.

"Don't touch me, Foust." Jenika hissed again as she turned to walk away.

"Where are you going?" Tim called out.

"Out with the guys. Don't wait up." She called over her shoulder.

Tim leaned against the door frame, tears in his eyes, and ran his hand through his hair. The "do-it-yourself" jobs just weren't cutting it anymore. Tim didn't understand how Adam did this. The blond had a much higher sex drive than anyone Tim had ever known. Tim snapped his head up when he felt hands on him. There was his beatboxer with a warm smile pulling him into his arms.

"It's ok, Tim. Everything's going to be ok." Adam moved Tim's head so it was in the crook of his neck.

Tim was fighting a losing battle with his tears. He didn't understand why his wife was treating him this way. Or why she was refusing affection and sex from her own husband. Adam pressed himself into him as the brunette wrapped his arms around his waist. The beatboxer couldn't take it anymore. He'd lusted after Tim for the longest time. He ran his hand down Tim's chest and stomach and began palming the bass through his jeans.

"Adam..." Tim tried to say but it came out more like a moan.

"Shh, baby. Let me take care of you." Adam whispered.