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

Except it really wasn’t. Not really-really. Angie was right, goddamn her. He did still carry a torch for Mark. He always would. It was the reason he couldn’t get rid of the earring or the pictures, no matter how cold he’d got or how desperate his financial situation became. If he couldn’t have Mark, at least he still had a part of it, even if that shit did haunt him from its cozy little box in the loft.


“It wouldn’t kill you to have a conversation,” Angie had told him. Maybe she’d been right. God knew if he kept chatting through it in his head, that process might just do him in instead.


So on the morning of December first, with fat grey clouds dumping Claus-worthy snow on the city in amounts that were preposterous for so early in the year, Gerry picked up the phone and placed a call to his former boss.


“Hello?” Manon’s voice was frantic and annoyed.


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