MIDNIGHT IN LONDON
G.A.HAUSER
MIDNIGHT IN LONDON
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‘For a moment changes all
things
And to end is but to start…’
Emerson, Lake, and Palmer
Chapter 1
“Keefe,” Ted said, “Run things in my absence, will you?”
“Sure, Ted.”
Ted Mack gave his twenty-three year old IT protégé a once-over from his shaggy mop of brown hair to his tight work slacks. “Obviously you know how to reach me in a crisis. Though…” Ted smiled. “I usually call you when the system crashes.” Ted loved the blush in Keefe’s cheeks.
Ted pushed his dark framed glasses higher on his nose, and continued to pack paperwork into his briefcase. “You can still come to London with me, babe.”
“Uh no.” Keefe looked around the open-space office. No room dividers, no partitions, just geeks with computers, some sitting at Lucite desks, some on sofas, others on beanbag chairs with the ever present latte at their lips.
“I really needed you to come to this convention, Keefe. I’m miffed.” Ted logged off his work computer, taking out his electronic handheld device and booting it up. “This whole personal network is your baby. How you expect me to sell it to an international market is beyond me.”
“You own Comp U-U. Not me. I’m not good at talking in front of people.” Keefe stuffed his hands into his pockets. Keefe the ‘jock’. The handsome boy next door that young women and gay men clamored for. Not only was he athletic and gorgeous, but he was brilliant as well. And unfortunately, shy. Painfully shy when it came to revealing anything about himself or meeting new people.
“You owe me.” Ted poked Keefe in the chest. “I should make this trip mandatory.”
“Mandatory?” Keefe’s eyes grew wide in panic. “Singh and Peaches are going with you. They know this new network better than I do.”
“How can they know it better? You and I created it.” Ted shouldered his computer bag, texting on his handheld device with his thumb, and handing his briefcase to Keefe. “You will go to the next one in Amsterdam with me.”
“At least I can smoke pot legally there.”
Ted walked through the office where his staff continued to work. Though he had started out with a handful of employees, his concept of a new social network for one had gone viral and now he was in demand internationally. It was Ted’s dream. But he wouldn’t mind having this young hunk share a suite with him in London.
Ted paused near the entrance of the building he now owned in Saddle Brook, New Jersey. In a few years their company had already grown from one floor of office space to the entire building. Yes, this is how it is supposed to be.
Ted called out to his staff, “Behave and treat Keefe like he’s me, got it?”
In unison his staff answered, “Got it!”—waving at him.
Ted grabbed Keefe’s shirt and dragged him out into the cold February day to his waiting limousine. “One last chance. Come with me to London.”
Keefe fidgeted and appeared pale.
“Give me one good reason why you cannot make this convention.” Ted had the urge to caress Keefe’s cheek, he was so delicious.
“I…”
“You…”
The chauffeur opened the back passenger’s door and took both the briefcase from Keefe and Ted’s computer bag.
“Keefe?” Ted tried to get Keefe’s attention once it was diverted.
“I…I’m not sure my partner would be keen on that.”
Ted blinked in amazement. “Partner? As in girlfriend?”
“Uh…”
The goose bumps rose on Ted’s forearms. “Uh?” Keefe Hammond is gay?
“My uh…”
“Boyfriend?” Ted gasped and then choked at the shock.
Keefe’s cheeks lost even more color until Ted wondered if he may pass out. Ted told the chauffeur, “Be right there.”
The man in the black suit nodded and sat behind the wheel. Ted nudged Keefe to lean back on the car’s fender. “You know I’m gay, right, Keefe?”
Keefe nodded, biting his bottom lip.
“So…” Ted held up his hands in question. He thought he knew this straight jock well. Maybe not.
“Lance…um Lancelot—”
“Sanborn? Lancelot Sanborn?” Ted recalled the sexy fling he’d had with the freelance journalist when Lance interviewed him for a magazine article a while back.
“He’s…” Keefe made a gesture to try and communicate.
“No! You and Lance?” Ted felt a huge fiery sense of jealousy. “No!” He laughed to cover up his annoyance. “How on earth could you and he?” Ted had no idea where they had made that connection.
“Labor Day?” Keefe began to perspire and it was not hot out. February in New Jersey was winter, no exception. There was still lingering piles of plowed snow and ice around their parking lot and their breaths made steam clouds when they spoke. “I met Lance in upstate New York.”
“You…you’re gay?” Ted had no idea how he could have misread that. He’d had the hots for this young jock since he met him. “And Lance would not like it if you and I…”
“Yeah, well…” Keefe crossed his arms over his chest, obviously feeling the stiff breeze through his cotton shirt and slacks.
Was Ted offended? Yes. “Okay. Bye.” Ted wanted to digest this information alone. “Again, you know where to contact me.”
“Yes.” Keefe stood away from the car and watched as Ted climbed into the back seat, closing the door. He stared at Keefe as the limousine drove away. He took off his glasses, rubbing his face tiredly. “Lance and Keefe? You have to be kidding me.” He slouched in the large back seat as the driver took him to Newark Airport.
Tapping into his handheld computer, Ted looked up Lancelot Sanborn’s information, still stored on his phone number list. Ted did things like that. He kept them all on file. He hit dial and put the phone on speaker.
“Lancelot Sanborn. Can I help you?”
“You fuck Keefe Hammond?”
“Who the hell is this?”
“It’s Ted Mack, you dipshit.” Ted shook his head at the idea of having an employee as incredible as Keefe and missing that opportunity.
“Oh. Did he finally tell you?”
“Son of a bitch! I thought he was as straight as they come.”
“Yeah, well…as in the closet as they come. Don’t give him a hard time, Ted. Coming out was agony for him.”
“You two? Like exclusive?”
“Yes.”
“Fuck!” Ted laughed but he didn’t know how he felt.
“Is he in the room with you?”
“I’m in a limo on my way to Newark. I’m on my way to London. I wanted that boy to come. And knowing he’s gay?” Ted rubbed the inseam of his slacks thinking about it.
“Ted.”
“What?’
“Don’t push that kid.”
“He was a virgin, right?” Ted grew excited.
“Ted…he and I are exclusive. And if you fuck with him I will personally kick your ass.”
“All right. I don’t pilfer other men’s property. Just getting over the shock. I wondered why he was so reluctant to go away with me. You do realize this is his and my project…this personal network I’m selling to the world.”
“I had no idea he was asked to go with you. I’m sure if I came along he would have gone.”
“Get on a plane with him. I need him with me.” Ted checked his watch.
“When?”
“Now! Come on, Lance. Help me out here. That young man is the star of my company and I have to explain this network to thousands of people when Keefe is the one who should be.”
“Let me call him.”
“Fine. Tell him to use the business account for everything.”
“Okay.”
Silence passed then Ted asked, “How good is it, Lance?”
“Un-fucking-real.”
Ted moaned and grabbed his crotch. “You fucking bitch.”
“Yeah. I know…let me get back to you.”
“Bye.” Ted disconnected the line and stared into space as the driver worked his way through the Route 4 and 17 snarls.
Feeling lonely, Ted knew putting his work first and putting off having a man in his life would eventually catch up to him. He worked nearly one hundred hours a week. How was he supposed to make a lover content?
Speaking of lovers…
Ted searched his phone list again. He stared at a profile photograph of the man he was calling, once again getting horny.
“You have reached the law office of Blair Woodbury. If you would like to leave a message…”
Ted rolled his eyes. He had no patience for answering services.
“…if this is an emergency, hit the pound sign now.”
Ted did.
“One moment and your call will be connected…”
Ted drummed his fingers on his knee as the driver moved into the speed lane and began making progress to Newark International Airport. As they drove, Ted stared out at the New York City skyline, missing the twin towers horribly.
“This is Blair…”
“Blair, it’s Ted.” Ted waited and nothing happened. “Hello?”
“What the fuck do you want?”
Ted blinked in surprise. “Are you angry with me?”
“Am I angry with you? This is the emergency you woke me out of bed for?”
“Out of bed? It’s nine o’clock.” Ted rechecked his watch.
“It’s six here, you moron!”
“Here?” Ted sat up straight in the seat, staring at the jagged vertical skyline of Manhattan across the Hudson River. “Are you on vacation?”
“I moved to LA!”
“Don’t scream at me. How the hell did I know?” Ted felt heartbroken. “When and why?”
“To get the hell away from you! Do you have any idea what you put me through?”
Ted struggled to think. “Um. No? I thought we had a good time. Didn’t we? You knew I was busy.” Ted heard a man’s voice in the background. The man asked, “Who the hell is that?”
And Ted wanted to know the same thing. “Blair?”
“Ted, I have to get back to sleep. I need to be at work in a couple of hours. Go annoy someone else.”
“Blair?” Ted noticed the call disconnect and sighed loudly. “Man. I am really out of the loop.” He’d been so busy with creating a new social network, one that was based on an individual and did not connect you to thousands of strangers who updated their status with cat pictures and grandma’s recipes.
But the trade off for that ambition was his social life, and a social network just didn’t make up for it.
Ted rested his head on the back of the seat and thought about it. Keefe is gay and seeing Lance, and Blair moved to LA?
Son of a bitch.
~
His baggage was checked, and Ted stopped at Starbucks inside the airport terminal for a strong espresso drink. One thing Comp U-U did for Ted was make him addicted to caffeine. He couldn’t recall the last eight hours of sleep he had gotten. The Bluetooth on his ear, Ted walked through the terminal, his hot coffee in his hand, his computer bag over his shoulder and his briefcase under his arm. “Peaches?” he said into the earpiece, “I’m here and on my way to the gate. Is Singh with you?”
“Yup. Both here.”
“Be there in five.”
“Couldn’t get Keefe to come, could you?”
Ted assumed she used her intelligence to make an educated guess. “Still in the works.”
“He’s so shy.” She laughed.
“He’s going to have to get over that ASAP.” Ted sipped his drink, multitasking as he usually did, drinking, talking and eying man candy simultaneously. “God, I love airports. I can see international males.”
Peaches laughed.
“Bye.” Ted disconnected the call and headed to the security check point. While he waited in line he finished his drink and tossed the cup. Once his passport and boarding pass were examined, Ted emptied his pockets into a plastic tub, took off his shoes, belt, jacket, and wristwatch. He sighed and said under his breath, “Soon we’ll be doing stripteases with pole dancing.”
A young woman behind him laughed.
“You’ll see.” Ted wagged his finger at her. “They’re nearly there already making us remove all our accessories.”
“I know.” She chuckled.
Ted waited for the security man to make eye contact. When he was allowed through the metal detector and no one said anything to him. Ted asked, “No one wants to touch my junk?” He was ignored. “My, aren’t we losing our sense of humor.” He reclaimed his belongings and put himself back together again. “Once I’m a billionaire this crap will be history.” Ted imagined private jets and a staff of twenty to carry his things and serve him. Not there yet. Maybe after this convention.
He gathered everything he came through security with and continued on to the designated gate. Ted Mack. Up and coming. He grinned at the irony. Maybe my career is up and coming, but my dick has been idle for months.
As he proceeded down the long terminal corridor, catching some men’s eyes and avoiding others, Ted got a text message on his mobile device and read, ‘yes,’ from Lance. “Yes?” Ted stopped short and dialed Lance’s number. “Yes, what?”
“Keefe and I are going.”
Ted spun around in a circle as people brushed past him in the packed area. “Like when? You can’t possibly catch this flight. And my guess is it’s booked.”
“I booked a flight on Virgin Atlantic, red-eye. We’ll be there at seven am.”
“Good and ouch!” Ted laughed and resumed his stride. “Keefe Hammond is gay. Why can’t I get over that tidbit?”
“Look. He’s really struggled with that issue. So do not torment him.”
“Torment him?” Ted stopped short and a young man collided with him. “Sorry. Oh, hey, can I buy you a drink?”
The young man laughed and continued walking.
“Buy me a drink?” Lance asked.
“No. Someone who was as young as my protégé with an ass to die for. Anyway…” Ted lost sight of the young man in the crowd and kept walking. “The Strand Hotel. Two nights.”
“Yes, that’s what Keefe said. We’ve booked a room.”
“And there was one? I mean this high tech convention is taking over most of downtown London.” Ted spotted Singh and Peaches sitting on the floor near the boarding area, laptops on their legs, phones in hand, ear buds in their ears.
“We got a room. Man, are you high maintenance!”
“I know. Hopefully I’ll be rich enough one day to have many maintainers.” Ted dropped his briefcase near his employees and neither bothered to look up from their computer screens. They were both working, a fact which Ted loved. “Would you and Keefe consider a three-way? After all, I’ve already had you.”
“Goodbye, Ted.”
“Goodbye, Mr Sanborn.” Ted smiled and looked down at his two young employees again. “Update me.”
Singh said, “Keefe just texted us he was coming with us.”
Peaches asked, “Why didn’t he just come with you now?”
“Did either of you know he was gay?”
Both Peaches and Singh stared at Ted in amazement.
“Good. Then I’m not the only thicko in the joint.” Ted slid down the wall beside Singh and stared at his computer screen. “Using our template and…?”
“Works perfect.”
“Singh? Really? You wouldn’t kid a man, would you? All systems are go?”
“Yup.”
Ted glanced at his watch. “Here’s the great Ted Mack, his ass on a dirty airport floor waiting for first class boarding. You do realize we can be in the lounge getting drunk.”
Peaches shimmed against the wall behind her, getting to her feet, keeping the open laptop in her hand. “What are we waiting for?”
Ted helped Singh to stand and they made sure they left nothing behind. “Keefe and Lance…”
“What?” Singh asked, his arms loaded with his personal items.
“Our boy is gay!” Ted gestured for his helpers to go first into the airport lounge.
“Who?” Peaches showed her first class boarding pass to someone standing near the lounge entrance. She was waved through with the other two behind her.
“Keefe. Peaches, detach yourself.” Ted tossed his computer bag and briefcase on the sofa as a waiter approached them for their drink order.
Peaches took her ear buds out of her ears and continued to work the computer program.
That’s the kind of worker Ted liked best. Non-stop computer whiz kids. And Keefe topped the bunch. “Champagne for all of us.”
“Certainly.” The waiter left.
“We’re not rich yet, Ted,” Singh said, clicking keys on his laptop which was back on his thighs again.
“Babe, we triple our income monthly with ad sales, speculators and investors. Hang in there. Meanwhile, we’re far from broke.”
“When will we go public?” Peaches tapped keys frantically.
Ted got lost on her pierced eyebrow. “Do you have a pierced nipple, Peaches?”
“Yeah, why?”
“No reason. How many tattoos?” Ted glanced at the conservative crowd inside the lounge. His IT geniuses were millionaires in the making. They didn’t have to wear suits. It went against Ted’s grain.
“Five.”
“Nice.”
Singh glanced at Peaches. “I have nothing pierced and no tattoos.”
“That’s nice too,” Ted said, patting his arm.
“What about you, Mack daddy?” Peaches finally looked up from the computer screen.
“To know that, you’d have to fuck me, or strip search me.” He gave her a sly smile.
“I can do both.”
“Me too.” Singh laughed.
“That’s why I love you both.” Ted tried to hug them over their laptops when the waiter appeared, carrying a tray with three fluted glasses.
He handed them each one. Ted gave the waiter a credit card. “I’m afraid we only have time for one. More on the plane.” He held up the glass in a toast. “To Comp U-U being the toast of London.”
“We already are.” Peaches sipped the drink. “Do you have any idea how many people are already connected to us?”
Singh said, “Over two hundred thousand.”
“That’s a start.” Ted drank the champagne. “I want that number to double by the end of the convention.”
“It won’t be for lack of trying.” Peaches set her drink down and kept working.
Singh said, “Glad Keefe is coming. He knows this network the best. He developed it.”
“He did indeed. Do you believe our macho jock hunk is gay?”
“Why are you so shocked?” Peaches said, her attention on her computer screen. “Everyone is gay or bi.”
Singh laughed.
“Perhaps.” Ted stared at the far end of the lounge. A group of businessmen were there, drinking martinis and most likely talking about their work or the economy. Young Republicans? That used to have a nice connotation. Now? It didn’t.
Ted’s phone indicated it was receiving an incoming call. He said, “Answer,” and the line engaged. “Hello?”
“Ted, Adrian Mackenzie here. Your contact person in London will be Ignazio Valentino. He’s acting liaison between you and the event planner at the Congress Centre. He’ll meet you at the airport with transportation to The Strand and all your dinner arrangements will be handled by him as well.”
“Good. What’s he like, Adrian?”
“Tall, dark, and spectacular.”
“And gay?” Ted caught both his employees listening, taking a moment from working to watch his reaction.
“Gay. Most definitely gay.”
“And single?” He winked at his companions. Singh shook his head and Peaches laughed.
“Yes. That was your special request right? Gorgeous, gay and single? Just wait ‘til you see him.”
“Age?” Ted typed the name into his handheld computer as he spoke.
“Twenty-six.”
“I-G-N…”
“I-G-N-A-Z-I-O.”
Ted used his thumb to move the icons. “Oh…”
“Find him?”
“Oh…oh…oh!” Ted enlarged his picture. “Looks like that and brilliant?” Singh tried to see who he was talking about, so Ted showed him the picture.
“Heads his own IT company in Padova. Tutto il Mundo SAS.”
“He should be a model.”
“Was. Is. On the side…he’s all business now. Um. Except for men. He’s into them too. He did a nude spread in my mag not too long ago.”
“Issue, month, and year?” Ted tapped the name of Adrian’s gay magazine into the search engine.
“November last year.”
“Has he seen what I look like?” Ted caught Peaches laughing at him. “What?” he mouthed to her.
“Of course!”
“Well, good thing geeks are all the rage.” Ted raised his eyeglasses to the top of his head and couldn’t see a thing, quickly putting them back on his nose.
Singh began laughing at him loudly for being so blind without them.
Ted made a silly face at him.
“A geek with the appeal of a movie star,” Adrian said.
Hearing that comment, Ted joined Singh in his laughter. “Movie star? Me?”
Peaches choked on her champagne she was laughing so hard.
“Yes. Well. There you go, Ted. A gorgeous escort and the best London has to offer you.”
“I don’t know what to say, other than thank you.” Ted elbowed Singh when he and Peaches didn’t stop chuckling.
“You’ll get my bill.”
“I will indeed. You’re my pimp.”
“Been called worse.”
“Goodbye, Adrian.”
“See you soon, Ted. Have a great flight.”
At being reminded of their flight, Ted startled and looked at his watch. “Time to go, children!” He downed the rest of his champagne and hustled the other two out, signing the credit card slip as he went and jogging to the check-in desk.
Chapter 2
Ted dozed on and off in the reclining airplane seat. New York to London seven hours, time zone change five hours. Even his companions had finally shut off their computers and closed their eyes.
Touching down at Heathrow International, they began taxing to the gate. Ted used a warm washcloth provided by the attendant to wash his face and wake up. He gathered his belongings and was able to turn his mobile device back on. As he left the plane and walked behind Singh and Peaches through the gangway and into the terminal Ted felt a second wind and was glad he had slept.
The three of them reconnected to the cyber-world via their handheld gadgets as they left the secure area and headed to baggage claim.
“Mr Mack!”
Ted spun around at his name being called and waited as a stunningly handsome man approached him, hand held out in greeting.
Their palms touched and Ted squeezed Ignazio’s hand as tightly as his was being squeezed.
“How was your trip? So nice to finally meet you.”
Ted was instantly intrigued. “It was long but we got a lot of work done and we did sleep as well.” Ted gestured to his two companions. “Ignazio, this is Singh Dahl and Peaches Cook.”
“Very nice to meet you,” Ignazio said as he shook both their hands.
Ted examined this handsome man’s bottom as he leaned for his greeting. You’re gorgeous coming and going. Ted typed a memo into his handheld computer, ‘get Adrian big gift in thanks’.
Once Ignazio exchanged pleasantries with Ted’s employees, he waved to someone behind him.
Ted watched two more beautiful men approach them.
“This is Sandro and Taddeo. They are here to make sure you have everything you need.”
“Three Italian studs?” Ted grinned. “I’m flattered.”
“Adrian speaks very highly of you, Mr Mack.” Ignazio touched Ted’s arm and they walked closer to the baggage claim conveyor belt.
“Adrian exaggerates.” Ted winked.
Ignazio spoke in Italian to his two companions, obviously instructing them to claim the baggage when it arrived. Then he said to Singh and Peaches, “You tell them which is yours, yes?”
They both nodded their heads, continuing to text and surf their applications on their mobile devices.
“So, tell me, how well do you know Adrian?” Ignazio asked.
“Socially. I network with him and we established an email correspondence. He’s interviewed me for his magazine.”
“His erotic magazine?”
“I didn’t pose nude like you have, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“No. I would have bought that issue.” Ignazio’s dark eyes sparkled.
Ted thought the man was so handsome, it was intimidating. Thick black hair, chiseled features, dark designer stubble and a perfect sense of style and flair with his silky designer suit and white crew neck shirt.
Peaches pointed to the carousel. “That’s mine.”
Taddeo reached for it, taking it off the belt.
One by one each of them had their luggage retrieved and carried out to the waiting limousine.
Ted gestured for Peaches and Singh to enter the car first, as he watched two of their escorts climb into the front of the stretch limo while Ignazio joined them in the back.
“I am sure you all are exhausted.” Ignazio opened a mini bar and asked, “Would any of you like a drink?”
Ted’s mobile device buzzed. He held it in his hand and said, “Answer,” as Ignazio poured drinks for Peaches and Singh, and the car began to move.
“Ted?”
“Yes, Keefe?” Ted smiled at the other two employees as Keefe’s voice came over the speaker phone.
“You have all the software with you? Including my recent updates?”
“How recent?” Ted pointed to the bottle of scotch as Ignazio gestured for Ted to choose a beverage.
“Uh.”
“Today, Keefe?” Ted thanked Ignazio with a nod and sipped the alcohol.
“Yeah.”
“Then you have to bring it. Either that, or send it to me in an e-file.” He drank more scotch and asked, “Where are you now? In the office?”
“No. In the airport ready to board.”
“Good. That means you are coming. Keefe, I want you to be ready for taking part in this presentation.” Ted glanced up and noticed Ignazio staring at him. Am I hot for you or not? Ted was undecided. He should be. But was he?
“Like…in standing up in front of people and talking?”
“Yes, Keefe. Look, I know it’s hard for you, but just pretend it’s a football rally at Rutgers.”
“Ha. Ha.”
Ted sipped more booze. “I wish I knew you were gay before you met Lancelot.”
“Ted… don’t.”
“It’s unfair. I never got a chance at you.” Ted made a silly face at Singh and Peaches as they split their concentration from their handheld computers to his conversation, which was clearly heard by all.
“Ted, come on…”
“Okay, Keefe. But I just wanted my protest noted.”
“Noted…gotta go, plane’s boarding.”
“Okay. See you on London time.” Ted looked at his watch which was still on New York time.
“Bye.”
Ted told his handheld device, “Shut off,” and put it into his pocket. He reconnected with Ignazio’s gaze. The limousine had bench seats opposite each other. At the moment, Peaches and Singh were side by side, facing him and Ignazio, who were facing the front of the car.
Ignazio shifted his hand to clasp Ted’s, massaging the back of it with his thumb sensually.
Adrian’s instructions obviously included Ted’s interest in sex. Ignazio was showing no reluctance, and now making the message clear.
Ted finished the drink and set the glass in a carved wooden holder in the mini bar. He moved his legs so his knees touched Ignazio. “Tell me about yourself.” Ted released the grasp, caressing Ignazio’s dark hair, smoothing over his sideburn.
“What do you need to know? Business or pleasure?”
Ted chuckled and glanced at his workers, who suddenly were pretending not to see or hear them, immersed in their work.
“Business now, pleasure later?”
“I am like you. Making waves in the world of computers.” Ignazio rested his hand on Ted’s thigh. Ted’s cock became interested immediately. “I am beginning a social network that will be used in advertising, connecting one on one, clients with products.”
“Nice.” Ted ran his fingers down the back of Ignazio’s neck. “You own the company?”
“Yes. I own it, and have many colleagues who assist me. Like you.” He tilted his head to Singh and Peaches.
“Just advertisers and products?”
“Yes. For now and future. I will give consumers the advantage of choosing whom they want to do business with. Why not be connected to your favorite products? Yes?”
“I should think the commercial market is eating it up.” Ted caressed Ignazio’s shoulder, feeling solid muscle under his jacket.
“Yes. They eat it up.” Ignazio smiled seductively, his hand moving closer to Ted’s crotch.
Ted’s cock throbbed at the seduction. Since his two employees were occupied, ear buds in place, eyes on their laptops, Ted drew Ignazio closer making their lips meet.
It was a brush of their closed mouths and brief. Ted sat back and stared at this hunk. “Where are you sleeping?”