The idea for this story came to me in one simple sentence in the Rolling Stone interview, where Jon said he hated Watergate because it interfered with his watching Dark Shadows. I understood completely, as I was totally addicted to the show, and like many fangirls (and boys) I had it hot for Barnabas/Jonathan Frid, but Jonathan Frid prefers men... So, in a parallel universe, because in this one, Jonathan Frid is 83 and working as a voice actor.
In this universe there is a mere four year difference between the two, I present you with

Synopsis: “But just the same, I wonder if that isn't why he always seems a little bit sad, a little bit lost. Because he is lost in the present. He really does come from another time. He'll never find it. Because it's gone forever.”

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“ I have been a fan of yours since you first appeared on the show...”

Jonathan never felt himself a cradle robber. yet, here he was, taking advantage of this lithe young fan. smiling, he guided the fan over to a table and the two sat down. Jonathan then scrutinized the young man closer.

“What’s your name?”

“Jon Leib--. Jon. Jon Stewart”

“Well, we share the same name. Tell me do you always pick up strange men in clubs youngsters like yourself should avoid? Yes, you’re very good-looking”

Jon felt himself blush up over his ears. He then looked about the room. “This... this is the Friars Club.” He loved Dark Shadows. He had always wanted to be bitten by Barnabas. How he envied Willie. Oh, he had a thing for Carolyn, but to be Willie... Once he even went over to the ABC Studios and waited for “Barnabas” to come out, but as luck would have, he wasn’t called for that day. Dark Shadows... It was great! sure it had cheesy dialogue and fantastic storylines, but it was so much fun.

“I know.” the older man smiled. It was curious how he managed to become a member of this rather famous organization and rather amusing. What was that comics name, again? he shrugged it off. He moved his chair in closer to the comedian and just looked at him. Finally, he took Jon’s face in his hands and kissed him. Again, Jon blushed up over his ears

“Jonathan, we’re at the FRIARS for god’s sake. They’re liberal, but not that....” Jonathan shut him up with another deep kiss.

Jon left the club a bit shaken by the older man’s audacity. Kissed him in the bar of the Friars? and not just a simple friendly kiss, either. Two deeply exciting open mouthed kisses that seemed to have lasted the duration of melting ice. No one said anything - it was the Friars, and most assumed it was a jest, or they were rehearsing a bit hfor the upcoming Roast just to see how the others would react. “Oh, that Jon Stewart! He’s going places.” Like home. Hailing a cab, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was being watched. Shrugging it off, he climbed into the back seat and the car drove off into the night.

Once inside his Village apartment, he thumbed through his record collection, and settled on the “PLAY ME” recording of “The Original Music from Dark Shadows” and placed it on the turntable. He had another copy that was still sealed. THAT was the keeper. Like his keeper copies of “Two By Two” and “Applause”. Here, at home he was Jon Leibowtiz, a nice, quiet Jewish fegelah... Jon Stewart was a character he played on the road, in Clubs and colleges. Jon Stewart, who fucked boys or girls. He so loved sex, he didn’t make a distinction. Stewart was more successful, he did admit to himself. Maybe, he should just let himself become Stewart permanently. More doors would open for him. He already noted that. The apartment was warm from the steam risers that occupied the corners of the apartment. He removed his shirt, rubbed his chest and went into the kitchen and grabbed himself a Pabst from the fridge. Leibowitz was a bit discomfited by Jonathan’s antics, but Jon Stewart loved it. He wondered aloud what Uncle Miltie would have said, and giggled at the thought of Uncle Miltie fully dragged out with his legendary cock tucked and taped between his legs... collapsing on the couch he realized exactly how tired he was.

As he dozed, the last track that entered his consciousness was
Midnight. A hush falls through the melancholy halls of Collinwood... I, Barnabas...
I hear your call
I feel your yearning
I must go to you
I struggle to free myself from the invisible bonds...

Jon sat bolt upright. There was someone in the room! “Who’s there?”

A lyrical baritone responded, “I heard your call,” and Jonathan stepped from out of the shadow cast by the window’s curtain.

“Jonathan? How the fuck did you...”

“Would you like me to kiss you again? No one’s here to embarrass,” and Jonathan moved even closer, never letting his gaze move from Jon’s. “I. know. that. you need. me. I know that you want me...” Taking Jon in his arms and pulling him close, he kissed him. First on the eyes. Jon shivered. He had never been kissed on the eyes before. It felt a little, well, weird to him. Jonathan kept kissing him until their lips met, and this time, Jon let himself be kissed. Jon had never been kissed like this, by anyone, male or female. Electricity shot through him and he hardened. Jonathan, if he noticed, didn’t respond, but kept kissing him down onto his throat, where Jon let out an involuntary moan. Jonathan stopped long enough to run his hands over the young man’s chest. Jon reciprocated and soon both men were at least equally topless. Jonathan maintained his control. and once more began exploring Jon’s shoulders and neck with is tongue. Jon’s brain was on fire. he melted into the couch and just let the older man go. He felt his tongue on his clavicle tracing the outline of bone from left to right and back again.

Jon started, his eye open wide in surprise.

“Shhh my boy, it’s all right... I am with you”