Date: Wed, 22 Jan 2020 19:14:48 +0000 From: Nifty Gay Subject: Brooklyn and Romeo Beckham, Part 3 Chapter 3 15 hours earlier "Brooklyn, Brooklyn come on we're going to be late" Nicola, Brooklyn Beckham's girlfriend had been hounding him to leave for hours. "Alright, Jesus I'm coming" Brooklyn hurtled down the stairs straightening his bow tie. "Come on the cab is here, what the hell were you doing? I've never know a guy to take longer than a girl to get ready" Nicola was always negative with Brooklyn and he'd started to reevaluate his time with Nicola, for the 3rd time. Brooklyn locked the door, knowing his family were returning later. They both left the house and waked arm in arm to the cab. "Nothing, I was just checking Instagram. Hey, did you know Tom Holland is going to be at party?" Brooklyn explained with an eager voice. "Brooklyn it's not a party, it's a Black Tie ball... why the hell have you worn a bow tie? You're such a dick. Wait Tom Holland. Hey he's so fucking hot" Nicola was excited. "Because it looks fucking good and if you end up leaving with Tom I'm gonna upload me just in a black tie to Instagram and hook up with one of the groupies". Brooklyn digged into Nicolas arm as a playful jab. "If you fucking do that I'll send your nudes to Romeo and Cruz, scar them for life" Nicola's face had turn to pure anger. "Alright Nicola calm down, how come you get to talk about Tom being a stud but when I joke around you hit the roof! Talk about double standards" Brooklyn had broken from Nicolas arm. Nicola stormed to the cab and slammed the car door on Brooklyn. "You didn't have to do that, bitch" Brooklyn screeched through the glass. When Brooklyn entered the other side the couple didn't make eye contact, Nicola gazed through the class wishing she'd be spending her Christmas Eve with her girls. "Mayfair please fella" Brooklyn had turned his attention to the cab driver. "Cost you extra tonight, double fares you know" The cab driver smirked with a sarcastic tone. "Yeah no trouble, just put it on this card. It's my Dads" Brooklyn admitted embarrassingly. "Da fuck Brooklyn you stole your Dads card, how can I ever settle with you when you can't even stand on your own two feet. I need a real man" Nicola pessimism was all to familiar. Brooklyn sat back and tried to comfort Nicola, he reached over but she batted his advance away. The journey continued in silence for 15 minutes from Holland Park to Mayfair. Whilst the cab pulled up Brooklyn looked over at Nicola who was grabbing her bag. "Listen, even if we're not talking then we're going to have to at least hold hands. The press will instantly catch on if not" Brooklyn pleaded with his girlfriend knowing how brutal they could be over the smallest detail. "Fucking fine, whatever. I'll do it, not for you. But for me and my reputation. Can't have anyone thinking I'm not hooked with a guy. That's not good press. Now get out and open the door" Nicola barked at Brooklyn. Brooklyn walked over and buttoned his jacket. He let Nicola from the car and walked to the auditorium. As expected the press had landed, they must have caught on do some of the best celebrity hunks in Mayfair. Didn't they have families to go to on Christmas Eve Brooklyn internally raged. They walked on until a cameraman shouted "Go on Brooklyn give your Girlfriend a kiss". Brooklyn went to Nicola but her head was turned. "Oh dear Brooklyn, woman troubles?" The reporters were hysterical, the camera flashes erupted in a frenzy. The couple walked fast to theentrance whilst the door closed behind them. "Nicola what the fuck are you doing, you outright bitch you did that on purpose" Brooklyn was enraged. "Honestly, I didn't mean that" Nicola's earlier aggression seemed to be on the retreat. "Do you have any idea what one bad photo can do to us, they won't leave us alone. Everything has to be normal because if it isn't then there's a story. That one action will have them following us for days and weeks" Brooklyn was pacing the interior red carpet. "Brooklyn I didn't think" Nicola was slowly shedding a tear but when she turned around Brooklyn was far in the distance marching to the ball room. .... Brooklyn had walked into a packed hall, with two bars at each end of the room. The tables were full of celebrity's, his family would have been there but the invite was explicit. 18+, David and Victoria didn't want to leave their children on Christmas Eve. Brooklyn walked over to the bar through the sea of "friends". He hadn't been noticed yet, the event had started hours ago but Brooklyn's delay had set them back. "Whisky, no ice" Brooklyn was in need of a hard drink, he went to retrieve his card but was met with an arm around his shoulder. "Two please and put it on this" the stranger had extended his card to the barman's hand. Brooklyn turned his head. "Tom, oh thank Christ you're here. I've had such a shit day" Brooklyn collapsed his head into Spider-Man's shoulder. "Well hello to you too, let me guess girlfriend troubles?" Tom had grasped Brooklyn into a hug. "Come on let's go and sit down, tell me what happened" Tom cleared a table and Brooklyn fought back his tears. Behind them the centre dance floor was being cleared for the dance. Brooklyn spent 10 minutes detailing his frosty relationship with Nicola and what had happened with the press. "Oh come on Brooks these things happen, they'll back off in a couple of days. It's Christmas, the craziest sort of shit happens around now. Where is she right now?" Tom was fighting with the roars of the room for Brooklyn to hear. "I suppose, I dunno I left her. Just stormed off. She's in here somewhere. Hopefully some other broken boy has picked her up" Brooklyn laughed with Tom. "Takes balls Brooks, surprised she ever wants to see you again". Tom patted Brooklyn on the back. "Your bow tie looks awesome by the way, makes you even look more of a twink" Tom winked at Brooklyn. Before Brooklyn could even comprehend what Tom had said an announcement bellowed over them. "Okay, ladies and gentlemen it's Christmas Eve 2019. This Black Tie event has so far raised £1.2mn for Cancer Research" the announcer paused until the applause subsided. "Now the room is set I'm going to invite the couples to the floor first" The room shifted and Brooklyn dared not look back. He couldn't do it. "Hey Brooks, I was wondering. If you (Tom motioned his head to the dance floor). I don't want you to be all miserable and whiny all night" Tom extended his arm. "Care to dance" Brooklyn looked up in disbelief. "Seriously, the worst Christmas Eve ever and you're trying to snatch me. No I can't. I couldn't even do it with Nicola" Brooklyn's rejection hadn't hampered Tom's efforts. "Why not, come on we're just two bros showing how much we love each other" Tom playfully hit back at Brooklyn's negativity. "I said fucking no Tom, I can't have people thinking I like dudes. That's the last thing I need" Brooklyn had hit back at Tom as a final no but Tom hadn't finished. "Don't be such a prune, how about a counter offer. But if I tell you you've gotta dance with me tonight. I promise you it'll be worth it" Tom had met Brooklyn eye level. Brooklyn suddenly realised why all the girls swooned over this dude. His mind was racing so frantically, the only thing he wanted right now was connection. Brooklyn had to stop himself from lunging forward. All that escaped his lips were. "What is it?" Brooklyn managed. "A party Brooks, a private party. There's about 20 people behind those oak door. They know you're here, free from the press. Free from all this. This bullshit" Tom had impressed Brooklyn. "Who's there?" Brooklyn's tears had transferred into glee that he could escape this arena. "That's the best part, they're extras. From my Spider-Man: Far from Home film. I paid for the room and invited them. They won't say shit. Come on bro let's dance together" Tom once again extended his hand to Brooklyn. "I want another drink first" Brooklyn stood grabbing Tom's arm. "Me too pal" Tom had once again placed his huge arm around Brooklyn and they walked together to the oak doors. Once the security had let them through the two were whisked into an almost club setting. "Hey Tom over here, oh and you brought Brooklyn Beckham" the stranger enthusiastically shouted. "You said it was just extras in here Tom, that's Jake Gyllenhall" Brooklyn had halted Tom. "Well he is extra. He's hella extra" Tom laughed. "Seriously all the rest of them are from the set, I promise. I've paid for the fucking room Brooks they won't say shit. Come on let's go and say hi" The pair walked over. "Brooklyn, Tom you're just in time we've got the Tequilas in" Jake handed a shot each to the boys. "Ready, 5,4,1!" Everyone downed their shot. Brooklyn and about 10 others squirmed at the fire like taste. "Ah fuck it's like I'm 16 again" Brooklyn giggled. "See that's what I wanna see again Brooklyn, you having fun". Tom cupped Brooklyn's face whilst smiling. "Okay, were gonna do that again. But this time... this time. Who wants to see Tom and Brooklyn lick the salt from each other's neck". Jake raised his glass knowing the crowd would latch on. "Yeahhhhh" "Go on lads get it done" "Come on Tom". The crowd was adamant they wanted to see this. "May I remind everyone that there's a strictly no photo policy tonight unless I give my consent" Tom repeated the request to the crowd, the 2nd time tonight. He turned to Brooks who seemed to be shaken with how the spotlight was on him. Press was one thing but these people were demanding a show he want sure he wanted to give. "What do you say Brooks, the people have spoken. Don't you think" Tom was asking for permission, but he already was in desire of the correct response. Brooklyn figured his night needed to be unexpected and wild. "Okay everyone who goes first" Brooklyn announced the crowd. "Yeahhhhh, Tom you first" Jake handed the shot to Tom. "Now you remember the rules right, take the shot, rub the salt on Brooklyn's neck and suck. Then you can have this lime. That clear?" Jake was almost giving Tom a pep talk. "Got it" Tom took the shot and approached Brooklyn. They both were in hysterics at the approaching contact. Tom rubbed salt on Brooklyn's neck and launched into his friend. Brooklyn was on fire, one of his dearest friends was sucking on his neck and it felt fucking great. His dick bounced in his pants. But when Tom finally pulled back their eyes met again and paused for what seemed like an eternity. The crowd of extras seemed to have calmed with them because the two still hadn't broken eye contact. Tom was begging for permission to kiss Brooklyn. "Wow get a room guys, you gonna kiss him Tom" Jake laughed along with the crowd. "Come on Tom, do it. Bet you can't". Jake howled at Tom. "Yeah" Tom replied so only Brooklyn could hear. He moved forward and locked lips with Brooklyn who was seriously confused but unable to move back. He'd never felt like this before and was in the mood tonight to just let things be. Brooklyn opened his mouth for Tom to explore. The two now seemed confident and were passionately exploring the other mouthes. Brooklyn moved his head to give Tom the access they were both craving. Tom grabbed Brooklyn by the waist and pulled them both together (Brooklyn inhaled the aftershave Tom emitted and it turned him on even more). Their long locks tangling in each other's embrace. They were both smiling though the kiss. Finally, Tom broke away but their ear to ear grinning was shortened by the flashes bouncing through the room. "Hey I said no fucking photographs, if any of them get out I'll sue all of you" Tom had lunged at the crowd in a threatening manner. Jake and the crowd threw there hands up "seems like you two enjoyed that". "I definitely did, and if you don't mind I'd like another round of drinks for us all here and me and Brooklyn are going to dance" Tom ordered. "I didn't say I was dancing with you Tom" Brooklyn grabbed Tom's shoulder this time. "No, no you didn't. But not even if I played this song" Tom switched the tracks, his phone was connected to the speaker. Brooklyn listened "hey, is that Drops of Jupiter?" He smiled at Tom. "Not even Nicola is that thoughtful" Brooklyn grabbed Tom by the waist and dragged him to the dance floor. The pair slowed dance. And Brooklyn held Tom in his arms. "I haven't seen you in so long Tom" Brooklyn mentioned to the dude he was now falling for. "I've been busy, but I had to see you tonight" Toms eyes were closed but when he opened then again Brooklyn had moved his lips for them to meet again. Tom squeezed Brooklyn's ass playfully, and the two made out once more. "Alright Tom, truthlly was this your plan all along?" Brooklyn asked sincerely. "Brooks you're a terrible liar, I've seen the way you look at me. You have a weird look in your eye. Every time Nicola's met me you've been swooning over me. I loved it cause I really wanna date you. It's mainly the sex part I wanna do with you" Brooklyn broke away and punched Tom, but he realised what Tom was offering "You serious, you wanna date? No fucking way, I can't do that" Brooklyn scoffed. "Why not Brooks, we're such good friend" Tom reminded him. "I can't, the press would lose it" Brooklyn replied. "Fine Brooks if you wanna play hard to get I'll wait. But, we're only young once and if you won't date would you do the other thing?" Tom quizzed his dance partner. "What's that?" Brooklyn made eye contact again. .... Tom Holland and Brooklyn Beckham had smashed their lips together once more. Tom pushed his friend into the cubicle and locked the door behind him. "Brooks, I'm gonna fuck you tonight" Tom roared. "Tom, I'm not sure. Isn't that gay. I'm not gay Tom it's just... you" Brooklyn embarrassingly admitted. "Don't worry bro, you're not gay unless I cum in you. Breed you as I think it's called" Tom unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants. Brooklyn complied and took off his jacket, he went for his own shirt. "No, let's keep everything from the waist up on Brooks" Tom said. "Why?" Brooklyn asked intriguingly. "This won't take long, just drop your pants and bend over for me I need to loosen you up" Tom inspected Brooklyn's ass. "Spread your legs a little, further" Tom was in control now and after a short gander he knew this would be tight. "Tom I don't know if I'm ready for this, I'm still dating Nicola.... ah fuck. Do that again" Brooklyn was bent over the toilet facing the wall and Tom's tongue dived inbetween his legs. The track had changed to `Yeah Yeah, D Ramirez' by Bodyrox and both the boys were accepting their new lust for each other. "Ah fuck Tom that feels fucking awesome, can you get that thing any deeper" Brooklyn called back. Tom was grinning, the night would be a success once he'd made Brooklyn Beckham a mess. Tom lapped around Brooklyn's hole and pushed further into the chasm. He moved his wet embrace around his friends entrance until he was ready to ask. "Brooks, there's one thing you gotta know" Tom explained. "Fuck, what's that" Brooklyn looked back to Tom positioning himself. "We're doing this bareback" Tom pushed into Brooklyn. "FUCK, GET OUT. TAKE IT OUT. TOM GET THE FUCK OUT OF ME" Brooklyn was howling but forgot the physical beast that Tom was. Spider-Man himself had swatted Brooklyn's arms away and continued to push. "That's it Beckham, take it in" Tom pushed further. "Oh my God, just wait a second". Brooklyn supported himself on the wall in front of him whilst his friends hard on dug deeper into his walls. "I'm not taking it out Brooks, you're gonna be my bitch. From now on if I say drop your pants and bend over, you do it. You exist for me and me only. Who knows maybe I'll get to fuck that cute twink brother of yours Romeo. You seen his hot bod Brooks? Someone needs to break him in" Tom was teasing Brooklyn but started the process of thrusting his body in and out. "It feel any better Brooks?" Tom panted. Brooklyn didn't respond but was heaving intensely. "I said you like it" Tom slammed into his bottom, he got an idea to make him speak. Tom raised his right hand and spanked Brooklyn's ass until a moan escaped his mouth. "Aghhhh, fuck, fuck, fuck. Do it again. Oh my God Tom fuck me" Brooklyn demand hadn't got unnoticed. "You asked for it" Tom`a frame was a piston. His wet dick was pummelling Brooklyn. The walls had loosened and Brooklyn was in ecstasy. "Tom... go faster!" Brooklyn shouted back. "This fast you little slut" Tom was a madman with lust now and was getting close. "You better pull out before you finish Tom I don't want to be gay" Brooklyn made it clear but Tom wasn't responding, the cubicle echoed with Tom's thighs slapping against Brooklyn's ass. "Tom? Tom" Brooklyn tried to escape. "Get out of me now Tom" Brooklyn screeched back. Tom was hammering Brooklyn's ass, he grabbed Brooklyn's arms and fastened them away, Tom was going to seed Brooklyn any second. "Ah fuck" Tom hugged Brooklyn closer. "Arghhhhhh, fuck me I can feel it" Brooklyn's face turned from panic to heaven. Tom was coating his friends inside with his thick and fast cum. He let shot after shot erupt into Brooklyn's belly. Brooklyn loved this new feeing, a cock in his ass and a body full of Tom Holland's cum. Finally, the orgasm had subsided. "Fuck, Tom that was rough" Brooklyn managed to accept what had happened, but something had changed. For the first time tonight he enjoyed it. Tom pulled out of Brooklyn and the last shot of cum shot from Tom's dick erupted onto Brooklyn's shirt. Tom turned Brooklyn around and brought him to a kiss. "Fuck that was hot Brooks, when I'm back in town we'll do that again and again. I'm gonna fuck Romeo too yah know" Tom teased. "Well not if I get to him first" Brooklyn smirked. Suddenly they heard a door slam. "Who the fuck was that" Brooklyn's ears had pricked. "Probably just one of the guys taking a slash, ignore it" Tom reassured Brooklyn. "M'kay, hey come here let me kiss you again" Brooklyn invited Tom in again for a make out session. Holland felt round to Brooklyn's ass to the seed he had just planted. "Fuck me Brooks that was so hot, hey what about your dick?" Tom seemed puzzled. "Errr I kind of finished" Brooklyn's turned back to show Tom. "Oh fuck Brooks that's gross, hey some pap person may come in here to steal that. Sell your jizz on eBay" Tom giggled. Brooklyn had came all over the wall. "Brooks, I kind of jizzed on your shirt. But I've got a t-shirt in the locker just outside the cubicle. I'll leave you to get changed" Tom broke away from his new fuck boy, Brooklyn nodded. Tom returned with a grey Guicci t-shirt and had freshened back up. "Here you go, should fit you fine" Tom handed it over. "I'm going to the bar Brooks I'll get us a drink" Tom walked out the bathroom and left Brooklyn to change. "Fuck sake what have I done" Brooklyn had his hands in his arms until he heard a roar of laughter outside. "Yes Tom you get your fuck man" Jakes voice and the crew echoed into the bathroom. "Not only did I fuck Brooklyn Beckham, but I finished in him and I'm gonna fuck his brother too" The admission from Tom enraged Brooklyn and he stormed back into the private room but what he saw at the entrance broke his heart. Nicola was stood at the oak door and heard Tom's boast. "Nicola come back" She'd slipped through back through the doors into the main dance floor racing to the exit. Brooklyn sped after her and eventually caught up. "Wait, Nicola please" Brooklyn grabbed her arm. "I've got nothing to say to you Brooklyn. All this time, all this time you've just been pretending to like me but you've just been caught getting fucked by Tom Holland. And he admitted it, like he was proud of making you queer" Nicola was sobbing, but fought the tears to make her point. "It's not like that Nicola" Brooklyn pleaded. "You know I actually came to apologise for what I did earlier, but you just clung to the nearest blonde and took a load. Fuck this Brooklyn I don't need this. We're finished" Nicola released herself from Brooklyn's grab and stormed to a cab, a thousand flashes followed her. Brooklyn knew the press would be over their separate exit. "Girlfriend trouble" Brooklyn was expecting Tom to be stood there so he could punch him for what he just did. But it was Jake. "Come on Brooklyn let's go back to the bar, you'll have forgotten it all soon" Jake put his arm around Brooklyn's shoulder and the two walked back to the private function. "Where's Tom" Brooklyn eagerly said to Jake wanting to do nothing more than knock him out. He wouldn't have stood a chance. "He's gone, got a call from his agent saying he needed to head to his office. On Christmas Eve right? It sucks but that's acting for you. Least it's not us" Jake explained. "Now Brooklyn let's forget all the shit tonight and get more fucked up than ever before" The whole room erupted into a new wave of rave. Brooklyn would make this Christmas Eve count for something... .... A few hours, Brooklyn wasn't sure on the exacts but it was late, passed until Brooklyn was safely in a cab back. He made it to his front door, pretty wasted. Fumbling for his keys. The night had gone quite smoothly he just wanted some companionship for the evening, and was still horny thinking about what happened between him and Tom. Until he remembered Nicola and what he'd done to her. The tears flooded down his eyes, he slammed the door behind him and began the ascension to his room. The stairwell has become especially tricky in his intoxicated state until he heard a voice. "Brooks, Brooklyn you there"? "Romeo, come help me I'm struggling here bro". Thank God for Romeo, but he'd suddenly remembered what he'd admitted to Tom. If anyone was gonna fuck Romeo Beckham first, it'd be Brooklyn. Tom's load had definitely changed something in him.