Date: Thu, 22 Apr 2021 18:08:10 +0100
From: PCW Tosh <pcwtosh@gmail.com>
Subject: Welcome to Beckingham Palace

Disclaimer: Hey folks, this story is just a fantasy and I have no evidence
that this actually happened, but we can all dream.

Stay healthy and please practice safe sex and/or know your partner well!
S.T.I.s can kill.

Happy reading.

Previously: Sticky Blinders

Tom found his rhythm instantly sliding down the 24-year-old's shaft like a
pro. Finn beamed in surprised delight watching his pole disappearing inside
Tom's face.

Welcome to Beckingham Palace

Tom Holland arrived at the Kensington Hotel, a glitzy evening of fashion
followed more importantly by a night of drinking. Positively buzzing, Tom
entered the reception to the buzz of voices talking, socialising and
networking. Tom's hand was filled with a glass of champagne and he was
ushered through to the reception room.

Scanning the room he looked to see any faces he recognised. "Tom, how are
you doing?" A familiar voice interrupted his search from close by. He
turned towards the voice to see David Beckham beaming back at him. "David,
how are you?" "I'm good I'm good, glad to see you here." David smiled. "If
you have a moment, my kids are big fans of yours, do you mind us getting a
quick snap?" David continued. "Course." Tom agreed, David raised his hand
and beckoned his kids over. Tom instantly recognised Brooklyn, all grown up
and looking more and more like his dad. Romeo, he guessed looking like a
taller but slimmer, young David Beckham. A shorter version of Brooklyn,
that's gotta be Cruz and the girl, so that's Harper.

Two mini Beckhams on either side of him and with David pointing his phone
at them, Tom posed the standard professional smile. "Thanks." David beamed,
"I'll send it to you." He promised hurrying off to greet another new
guest. The mini Beckhams remained with Tom, Cruz and Harper drifting off
into their own conversation about their fizzy soft drinks.

"Thanks for the photo mate." Brooklyn nodded politely whilst Romeo watched
them quietly sipping his champagne. "No worries mate." Tom replied, "you
guys modelling tonight?" He continued. Brooklyn shook his head while Romeo
began to snigger causing him to choke on his champagne. The younger Beckham
coughed and spluttered embarrassingly, his face turning pink with a mixture
of the coughing and his embarrassment.

"Shut up Romeo." Brooklyn hissed, "I'm sorry Tom. Yeah mum wanted us to
model but we try and avoid it these days. Still doesn't get us out of being
here though, the lightweight over here is getting drunk." Brooklyn
explained frowning towards Romeo. "Ahhhh. Don't worry." Tom chuckled
winking towards Romeo, who turned to hide his face in embarrassment. "I
wanna try some acting though, that looks like a laugh." Brooklyn
started. Tom glanced at him a little bemused, "it can be a laugh, but
there's a lot of research you have to put into your work before you even
start filming." Tom explained. "Yeah, but I'd love to do a nice long fight
scene or a hot love scene." Brooklyn replied daydreaming, Tom could
practically see the boyish hormones pulsing through the
21-year-old. "Alright Romeo, calm down! A pro would be able to do that work
without getting a boner." Tom replied smartly. "He's Romeo, I'm Brooklyn."
The older Beckham snapped impatiently. "That was the joke." Tom sniggered,
champagne spurted out of Romeo's nose and the teenager's body convulsed as
he tried to contain his laughter yet again. Tom glanced over to him with a
wink as Brooklyn turned pink with embarrassment. The 21-year-old threw back
his glass of champagne and beckoned a waiter over for a refill, [dick, the
joke wasn't even funny] Brooklyn fumed.

They were ushered into the great room, Tom followed the mini Beckhams in
before turning off to find his seat. He located himself between a couple of
names he didn't recognise and went to get settled. "Hey Tom, come up front,
I insist." David reappeared out of nowhere. "oh, yeah sure." Tom glanced
sideways to check his neighbours' expressions, no one seemed to
notice. "Vics would be honoured to meet you, and I think I've won best
parent with those pictures earlier." He beamed. Tom pushed himself up and
followed David to the front row. The Beckham kids smiled up at Tom as he
appeared alongside David, except Brooklyn who was still peeved by his Romeo
joke.

"Viks, Tom, Tom, Viks." David explained hurriedly. "Hello Tom." Victoria
smiled politely, "nice to meet you Mrs Beckham." Tom replied leaning in to
give her a peck on each cheek. "Make some space for Tom kids." David told
them before he took a seat. Harper remained sat closest to her dad,
followed by Brooklyn. Romeo and Cruz went to shuffle up one, Brooklyn
hastily grabbed Romeo by the elbow pulling him back down. Tom went to sit
in the vacant seat between Romeo and Cruz. "Yesss." Cruz beamed as Tom got
comfortable next to him. Tom took out his phone and pulled a silly face
whilst leaning into Cruz, the youngster mimicked him for the selfie.

The lights went down and the show began to the sound of loud and repetitive
music. Tall, paper-thin supermodels began to appear one after the other,
each wearing an outfit more outrageous than the one that preceded it. "Fuck
me, they're skinnier than mum!" Brooklyn whispered into Romeo's ear, the
younger Beckham shuddered silently trying to control his laughter. "What's
up?" Tom whispered leaning in. Romeo froze, "don't you worry matey."
Brooklyn replied bluntly for his brother. Romeo glanced towards Tom
apologetically as the 24-year-old sank back into his chair.

[That shut him up!] Brooklyn grinned to himself triumphantly. The eldest
Beckham took a swig of his beer and settled back into his seat. [God this
is taking forever.] Brooklyn groaned as the music changed theme, getting
louder and faster. Now the models came out in pairs wearing all different
types of swimwear. The flesh on show increased along with the size of
Brooklyn's crotch. He jabbed his elbow sideways into his brother's ribs
excitedly, "she's not actually that bad in a bikini." He hissed into
Romeo's ear. "Definitely better looking than you in a bikini." Romeo
replied sorely, "fuck off poking me will you!" "Sorry." Brooklyn snapped
dismissively, Romeo rolled his eyes and sniggered.

After what seemed like 5000 costume changes later the music ended with a
few low budget pyrotechnics. The room broke into a generous applause, both
David and Victoria rose to their feet, followed by their kids, Tom and then
the rest of the audience. The designer stood beaming, acknowledging the
standing ovation.

The crowd filtered out into the reception area where more refreshments were
being served to the sound of ambient music. "How did you find that Tom?
What was your favourite design?" David asked Tom excitedly. "Errr, I
dunno. They were all very interesting." Tom lied, his mind had gone
walkabout as soon as the music hit. Why did Brooklyn hate him so much,
because of one little joke?

"David, stop harassing the poor boy." Victoria demanded as David's
expression searched Tom for more detail. "Tom, would you like to come back
with us? I'm sure the kids would love to have you over." Victoria
smiled. Tom couldn't think of a way out, but a night with the Beckhams
could be a laugh. "Yeah sure why not." He nodded politely. The elder
Beckhams led their kids out and Tom along with them. "Second car for you
mate." Brooklyn cut in as the Beckhams cars pulled up. David, Brooklyn and
Cruz climbed into the first car whilst Tom followed Victoria, Romeo and
Harper into the second car.

The journey to Hertfordshire was quick through the night time traffic, the
car turned into the impressive mansion's drive and came to a halt. The
driver climbed out to open both doors on the passenger side and they
clambered out. Tom followed the family inside the mansion, "Tom how about a
nightcap?" David offered, "sounds good." Tom replied with a grin. "I'm off
to bed." Victoria announced as the rest of the family headed into the
living room.

Tom's eyes wandered around the grand room, marvellous wooden architecture
surrounded them and 4 large red leather couches were placed in the middle
of the room all facing each other. "Brook, Romeo, do you mind getting us
the drinks." David requested. Brooklyn nodded and was followed by his
younger brother.

"What would you like Tom?" David smiled as he settled down into his chair
and made himself comfortable, "I'm having a whisky, but we've got pretty
much everything." David finished sensing Tom needed clarification of the
menu. "Ahh ok, please can I have a lager then?" Tom replied, "of course."
David nodded gesturing for Tom to sit down on the couch across from him.

The Beckham brothers prepared each of them a drink, Brooklyn made the
drinks while Romeo delivered them. "Thanks very much." Tom smiled warmly up
at the teenager who blushed and nodded. "So Tommy." David grinned,
spreading himself deep into his chair while Cruz rested his head on his
dad's chest drinking a cola. "Can I call you Tommy? What's the next film of
yours my kids will be dragging me to see and will I like it?" David
finished thanking Romeo as he placed a glass down on the table for his dad.

"The Devil All The Time is my next film out on Netflix, but it's probably
one for the older boys. But I will be doing another Spiderman film next
year?" Tom explained taking a sip of his beer. The actor's face dropped in
shock, [fuck that's bitter!] "You ok?" David asked, looking concerned. Tom
quickly regained his composure, "oh yeah, I was just expecting lager and
this is ale. It's fine though, ale's good too." Tom smiled. "You sure, the
boys can get you a lager, it's no trouble?" David replied. "Nah I'm good."
Tom confirmed by taking a long draught of his beer then glancing over
towards Brooklyn giving him a nod. The look Brooklyn gave in response told
Tom that the Beckham boy had given him an ale on purpose.

"You get out to Miami often?" David started, "errr sometimes." Tom replied,
"good, let me know when you're there next time, I'll take you along to see
my team play. You heard of Inter Miami?" "Yeah I have. Sounds like a plan."
He beamed as Brooklyn settled down on the couch perpendicular to them
closely followed by Romeo each clutching a beer. "Do you mind if I use your
toilet?" Tom asked. "Course mate, Harper darling. Can you show Tom to his
room?" David nodded turning to his daughter. "Yes daddy." Harper rang,
jumping up and waiting for Tom to follow her.

Tom pushed himself up off the couch and set off after the female
Beckham. "Nice house." Tom started. "Yeah it's nice, my brother likes you."
Harper replied curtly. "Oh really?" Tom chuckled, the surprise in his voice
was clear to Harper. "Yeah." she giggled. "So that's why he's being mean."
Tom replied thoughtfully. Harper glanced at Tom looking confused. "Here's
your room, there's an en suite." She explained opening the door and
flicking on the light. "Thanks." Tom smiled gratefully as he stepped
inside. The room was massive with a double bed, large TV and a couch.

[Son of a bitch] Tom chuckled to himself as he fired a long stream of piss
into the bowl. No wonder Brooklyn was fucking about with him, he was
flirting. [I mean Brooklyn's alright, but Romeo is starting to really look
cute. Come on Tom, don't be a heartbreaker.] The actor zipped himself up
then cleaned himself up before heading back. Harper had left him to retrace
their steps in reverse down the staircase then turning left and following
the voices.

The three remaining Beckhams all looked up at Tom as he entered. "Tommy
boy." David beamed, "you find everything ok?" "Yeah I did thanks. Where's
Harper?" Tom replied looking confused. "Lil'un's have gone to bed mate."
David explained as Tom settled back into his seat.

After sipping down the rest of his whisky David turned to Tom. "Ok I'm
going up. Boys you look after him. I'll chuck a few things in your cupboard
for you to change into tomorrow, but otherwise it's been a pleasure, good
night." David smiled with his famous toothy grin. "Night David." "Night
dad." Brooklyn and Romeo chimed in unison.

A few seconds of silence passed, Romeo shifted awkwardly. "Hey Brooklyn,
I'm sorry if I said something to upset you earlier." Tom offered. Brooklyn
eyed him, "you're good mate." Brooklyn answered burying the end of it with
a mouthful of beer. Romeo jumped up and hurried out of the room.

"Look mate, don't beat yourself up about it. I just don't like you yeah."
Brooklyn explained with a satisfied grin. Tom's heart sank. "And why is
that?" He replied, "don't really have a reason mate, I just dislike you."
Brooklyn replied with a tone of irritation in his voice. "Brooklyn, it's
cool if you like me, I'm flattered, you don't need to lash out." Tom
replied softly. "Pah!' Brooklyn blasted, "like you? What gave you that
idea?" He snapped. "Errr Harper said..." "Fuck sake, silly girl can't keep
her mouth shut." Brooklyn groaned, his face reddening. "As I said mate, I'm
flattered." "Fuck off, she's not talking about me. Romeo likes you!"
Brooklyn spat indignantly. Tom's face fell and turned to Romeo who stood
frozen in the doorway. "Tell him Romeo." Brooklyn finished before taking
another sip of his drink.

The silence was tense as Romeo stared at Tom who tried to look warm and
approachable. The teenager turned on his heel and disappeared back through
the door. Tom jumped up from the couch to chase after the teenage Beckham.
Tom followed the sound of him running up the stairs and looking down the
long hallway he saw Romeo running down the corridor. "Romeo." Tom hissed
trying not to shout whilst people were trying to sleep on the other side of
the doors. Romeo ducked into a room and closed the door behind him before
Tom reached it.

END

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