In 1974, Gerry Faun gets the break of his life -- an opportunity to meet gorgeous, openly bisexual, glam-rock idol Mark Devon. Mark's world is new, exciting, and Gerry finally gets to explore the side of his sexuality he's kept hidden. But the press is everywhere, and when Gerry's father gets wind of what's going on behind his back, Gerry ends up on the street. Mark offers to let Gerry come along with the tour and Gerry jumps at the chance. The tour is a never-ending party -- and the start of what seems to be a perfect relationship for him and Mark. Until Mark's manager decides Gerry isn't worth the trouble he's stirring up. In 1994, Gerry is finally coming out of some tough times -- he has a job that pays the bills, a car that hasn't quite broken down, and a small rental in Jersey City. After a decade of barely getting by, if life was as good as it was going to get, Gerry figures he'll manage just fine. It would be easier if he wasn't still haunted by the man the media won't let him forget, the man who stole his heart and then broke it ... the man who’s shown up pleading for a second chance.

Fawn on the Moon

Gerry’s eyes flew up to Mark’s face. He shook his head and tugged on his jeans. “No.” He laughed. “I’m just being stupid, is all.”


“Are you glitter blind?” Mark rose. He pushed Gerry’s hands away, and then he touched their lips together. Without any uncertainty whatsoever, he lowered Gerry’s zipper and pushed his hand under the stretchy band of Gerry’s underwear. “You have to see past the glitz, mate. We’re just a couple of fairies playing with each other right now. Don’t make it more than that.”


He squeezed Gerry’s dick, breathed in the gasp that Gerry gave him, and then sealed back any further sounds by pushing his tongue back in Gerry’s mouth. He rested his free hand on Gerry’s lower back and directed Gerry down to the bed. As Mark untangled their legs, his grip on Gerry’s cock became a slow slide.


Chapter 12