Adam woke up feeling really warm. He had somehow managed to get even closer to Tim and was practically laying on top of him. Adam started to move off Tim but stopped when he felt something familiar pressing into his hip. He couldn't help but smile and wonder what he was dreaming about. 

The blond moved methodically, making sure that his hip, thigh, or hand brushed across Tim's groin as much as possible while he squirmed around in the bunk. When Tim started to moan and move his hips Adam became more deliberate with his movements. He slowly slipped his hand inside Tim's boxers and gently grasped his erection. 

Adam used the long, slow strokes that he knew Tim loved so much. He still had his head on the brunettes chest and was listening to his breathing change as he watched his own hand move. 

Tim slowly opened his eyes and realized that he was no longer dreaming; this was actually happening. "Adam? What the hell?" he croaked out with his raspy morning voice.

Adam lifted his head and looked up at Tim as his hand continued to move. "You seemed to be dreaming about something nice so I thought I'd help you out."

Tim wrapped his own hand around the blond's forcing him to stop, "NO, Adam" He said loudly. "What, on earth, made you think I would want to have sex with you this morning?"

Adam removed his hand and was on the verge of tears again. "I wasn't trying to have sex." He sniffed "I just wanted to relieve your problem and make you feel good." Adam looked away. Clearly, he had fucked up again.

"Can you..." Tim paused. "I need to get up. Can you go to your own bunk please?" 

Adam rolled out of Tim's bunk and threw himself into his own. He buried his head in his pillow but he could still hear what Tim was doing in the bathroom. He couldn't just lay there and listen. Adam got up and paced around the front lounge. The more he paced, the more his brain worked, and the more upset he got. 

"He'd rather do it himself than have me touch him"  he thought as he paced"He's not just mad, he can't even stand to have me touch him." Adam had never been known to have a temper but you wouldn't know that to look at him now. He violently grabbed the pillows and cushions off the couch and flung them across the bus. 

"Why are you so stupid?" He yelled at himself as he repeatedly slammed one of the pillows against the windows. "He's never going to trust you again" he bellowed as he threw the pillow down the hall between the bunks. "If he didn't hate me before, I'm sure he does now."  Adam seemed to have completely lost control of himself and punched the closest thing he could find. 

His left fist connected with the hard wall that separated the bunks from the lounge. "FUCK!" He screamed as he dropped to his knees. Adam sat on the floor and rested against the couch as he cradled his left arm against his chest. He leaned his head back and let his tears flow. 

He hadn't been there long when Chance and Nate came rushing onto the bus. Nate had been walking by when he saw the blinds moving violently and ran to get Chance. Neither knew what to expect but they certainly hadn't pictured the scene before them. 

"Adam, what the hell is going on? Where's Tim?" Chance asked loudly as he looked down at the broken man before him.

Tim had been standing in the bathroom waiting for Adam to calm down and stop yelling. He had no idea that his boyfriend had had a complete meltdown. Hearing Chance's voice caught him off guard. He opened the door and stopped in his tracks. "What the hell?" he whisper shouted.

"Nate, can you sit here with Adam please? I need to talk to him." Chance said as he grabbed Tim's arm and pushed him towards the back lounge.

Chance kept his voice calm, "Do you know why the front lounge looks like a tornado hit it?"

"I'm guessing Adam flew into a fit of rage." Tim said seriously. 

Chance glared at him, "Do you know why he might have done that?"

"Uh... possibly" Tim said quietly. He told Chance about Adam joining him in his bunk because they sleep better that way, even when they are mad. He told him about waking up to what Adam was doing and admitted that he had been having a sexy dream about the blond. He told him about making Adam stop, the short conversation they had, and kicking him out of his bunk. 

"I went to the bathroom to... uh... anyway I heard him yelling but couldn't make out what he was saying. I decided to wait in there until he stopped shouting. I had no idea he was ripping the bus apart." Tim said as he shrugged. 

"You two are going to be the reason I die an early death" Chance shook his head as walked back up front.

Nate stood when he saw Chance coming his way. He met him halfway down the hall. "I think he needs to go to the ER" he said gesturing towards Adam.

"What? Why?" Chance tried to whisper but was unsuccessful.

"He's still crying too hard to talk, so I don't know what happened, but his left hand is really starting to bruise and swell." Nate sighed, "I think he must have punched something."

Chance took a deep breath, trying to keep himself calm. "Can you find out where the closest ER is? Then I'll call Luke and see if he can pull any strings so we can be back in time for everything."

"Adam, tell me what happened." Chance said quietly as they rode to the hospital. 

Chance got the same story from Adam as he did from Tim. "No, I mean, what happened? How did we get here?"

"I shouldn't have done it. I know that, but apparently I'm too stupid to listen to my head and I let my body take over. I think I've lost his trust, completely." Adam sighed before continuing, "And he'd rather do it himself than have me touch him, Chance. How do we come back from that? He must hate me right now." Adam looked away from his friend and out the window. 

"Why doesn't he just get it over with and tell me we're done?" Adam asked with a sniff. "Why is he dragging it out? Torturing me?"

Chance was still trying to find something to say when they pulled up to the ER. He dragged the blond out of the car, "C'mon, let's get this hand looked at."

To be continued...

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