I'm About to Meet Your End (слэш)

It’s been like this all night. Some girl will find a way to strip down to their bikini top in front of Sasuke, waiting for a piece of his attention before then, and only then, deciding to remove the towel they had draped over their chest. Another literally wrapped herself around his arm. She hung off him bodily for minutes until he managed to take his arm back.
Naruto has witnessed it all, and done nothing.
He should be proud of Naruto.  He clearly heard Sasuke before.  He’s holding Sasuke’s words to heart; that Sasuke isn’t interested no matter what boobs get thrown at him or cleavage is on display.  He only has eyes for Naruto.
Naruto, like he promised, is playing the perfect boyfriend.  He’s keeping his cool.  Even his touches remain calm and casual.  A gentle hold on Sasuke’s hip when they’re close enough to touch.  A quick kiss to his hair before Naruto goes bounding off to greet Gaara when he arrives with his siblings.  A nod in Sasuke’s direction when he strolls past, despite Sasuke standing between two girls making eyes at him and giggling at his every word.
Without a hint of Naruto’s jealousy in sight, the night goes on smoothly.
And Sasuke hates it.