#bradrequest

You were enjoying the music. In fact, you were enjoying it too much. Perhaps it was the dark orange effect of the sun setting in the distance, or the pool falling into the view of the sea or the two glasses of cuba libres. One thing you knew for sure: that everything mixed gave the rooftop an electrifying vibe.

You had never really liked sunset parties. In your opinion they were too fancy and boring, but when a friend said she was having her birthday party at one, you couldn't refuse. On the positive side: she had rented the space only to the group she invited. Less positive side: there were a lot of people in that balcony. And as it got darker the music got louder and the dance floor got jammed with people.

You were sitting on the edge of the pool with your feet dangling in the water and watching the water bubbles emerge, while your boyfriend surfaced. You couldn't help but smile when you saw his hair pulled back and notice his nose a bit sunburned. You could feel the drops of water coming from his hair, as he shooked his head in order to fix it. His hands were placed next to your thighs and he pulled himself upwards flexing his arms. His wet chest tickling yours.

"I think this is mine". He laughed grabbing the bottle placed next to you and took a sip.

"Hey". You pouted receiving a small peck on the nose. “Finders keepers”  You tried to pull him into the pool again but totally failing and earning a light giggle from him.

"Enough alcohol for you, beautiful" He sat beside you on the edge. "I'll get us something to drink" He informed you and got up.

"Oh Brad?" You called him and he quickly turned. "Bring me your t-shirt, I'm bloody cold" You asked pouting again and that made him crouched down and gave you a soft peck on your lips.

 "Wait here babe, two minutes, don't leave"  You nodded and watch him disapear still a bit wet and half naked, into the sea of people.

Returning your atention to the pool you watched as people danced, chatted or drank with their friends. Being to cold, made you get a towel and wrap it around your shoulders. 

"Nice colour". A male voice made you stop thinking about where was your friend who you didn't saw since the party started. 

The boy was pretty. He had dark brown eyes and his hair was perfectly trim short with a few curls on the top, so much shorter than Brad's. His face was thin and that jaw could cut paper. He was referring to the color of your bikini and that made you slightly blush, because his words made you think about the reaction your boyfriend had, early in the day.

"Thanks". You managed to say. You thought about using short and emotionless answers. That way he might realize you weren't interested and leave you alone, waiting for your boyfriend with those goddamm drinks.

The boy took the opportunity to sit beside you and you cursed yourself mentally for not going to the bar with Brad.

"I'm Tom, by the way." He offered you his hand to shake and you took it politely, introducing yourself too. 

You could feel his eyes on your body as he kept talking about the party and the music, that made you cover yourself more with the towel and listen silently. Everytime he attempted to get closer to you, you moved a few inches from him. He wasn't getting it. Maybe the alcohol in his senses or maybe he was that dumb. 

"Wanna go dance?!" He suggested with a big smille and grabbed your arm softly trying to get you up from the floor. "Come on, beautiful." That nickname coming from that mouth made you nauseous.

"Hmm..n-no. I'm..n-" Your mind was still confused from his bold actions. 

"Please don't touch her" A well known voice spoke behind you two making you close your eyes in relief. Finally you thought to yourself.

"Piss off dude." The boy talked again, this time angry that someone was blocking his moves. He ignored Brad and looked at you. "Can ya’ believe this cock blocker?" He laughted placing one hand on your back but you stayed still. After all he was really that silly.

"I said.." Brad came closer. "Don't fucking touch her." You got the chance to look at him. He settled the drinks at a table and got closer to you two, holding his black tshirt in one hand and on the other making a fist. 

You could tell that he was mad. His voice was deep. His eyes were wide and dark, the moon gave them a beautiful colour. As you try to move away from Tom, you looked at Brad worrying about his thoughts and his next moves. That made you stand up and went straight to his arms. 

Brad kissed your head and asked you if you were okay. You whispered an yes and you felt him relax a bit. He opened the shirt and pulled it over your head, helping you with your arms and letting it fall just a little below your tighs. The dry sensation and the smell of his perfum made you smile and get comfortable.

Your arms hugged his neck as he held you tightly around the waist, and you kissed gently, while a Spanish song played in the background.

The kiss quickly became hotter and more desperate, as both savored each other's lips. But this kiss was different, frantic and possessive, nothing he had ever given you before. He was jealous and he was making it clear that you were his. He was marking territory and making a statement, while the other silly boy remained at the foot of the pool with an understanding expression. In the middle of the kiss, you felt him pressing you into his chest and the sudden contact made you whimper, making him smirk between the kiss.

The moment seemed to last for long minutes and when you finally pulled away, both were breathing hard and with a silly smile on your faces. You remained attached to him still recovering, and he glanced at the boy, who was still watching you two closely. He was looking very uncomfortable with Brad's piercing eyes and he finally prepared to leave the place before Brad called him.