Brooklyn Beckham preferences

you walk in on him changing

you were at the Beckhams house, changing to go to the beach.you were really excited because you were going to beat brooks ass in surfing. you loved surfing. you would go surfing ever since you were six, so when brook said that he could kick your ass in surfing you got mad, even tho you knew you could beat his ass.  so now that's what your doing. getting ready to beat his ass in front of everyone.

as you striped down to put on your swimsuit.

"urgh where is that swimsuit." you could find it. walking around the room trying to find it, but it was no use.

Brook.

you always hated it when brook did this. he always hid your stuff.

"DAMN IT BROOK. IF YOU TOOK MY SWIMSUIT I'M GOING TO KILL YOU." you wrapped a towel around yourself and walked into his room.

you opened his door not knowing that he was naked changing.

"oh didn't;t know you were so eager to see me naked." he said in his British accent.

"umm,.. i- i didnt wa- want to s- see you naked,... i just want my swimsuit." you said stuttering

you turned around waiting for him to put on something to cover his manhood. you felt him walking towards you.

you could feel him breathing behind your ear. he reached his hand to close the door.

"you know, you look hot in that towel." he whispered in your ear. he put one of his hand on your shoulder. you could feel the cold of his hand that gave you shivers.

"here." he said . reaching his other hand and giving you your swimsuit.

"you would need all the prays you need to win this bet." he walked backwards and gave you a wink. your heart was beating crazy. he was so hot. you opened the door and walked out. completly forgetting about the bet. all you could thin about was how hot brook looked standing there.