Kut! (JoostxReader)

I

"Max come on, please", I whisper as quiet as possible. But my pleading did not seem to get me anywhere. Max just shrugged, gave me an apologizing but very drunk smile and turned away back to Apson and another guy I did not know. I let go of his sweater, trying not to panic too obviously. Nevously rolling the not very good looking joint between my fingers I quickly stepped out into the cool but wonderful night onto the balcony.

Partys always made me nervous. Especially small house partys where I was just the friend of a friend. I knew who Joost was and about his music, but I never met him before. Max sometimes told me about him, they hung out almost every other day; him, Joost, Stuntje, Tantu and Apson. I lit the joint and tried to get a look inside through the balcony door, before I turned around a little corner and leaned against the rail, the city of Amsterdam all around me. There were probably 30 people here, all friends of the guys mentioned above.

I already began to feel the soothing and slightly heavy effect of the cannabis when the balcony door snapped shut again. "Do you mind sharing?" An unknown male voice made me look to the corner, where a rather tall blond guy stood. His hair messy, clothes as dark as the night but his nose slightly red. He surely did not held off the alcohol tonight. "No", I replied, offering him the half burnt joint with an welcoming outstretched arm. Joost looked damn hot in the dim lights of the busy neighbourhood. I could barely make out the childish grin before he hopped on over to take my offer.

For a few seconds we both stayed quiet. Joost took a second drag and closed his eyes, head slightly tilted back facing the night sky, while he exhaled slowly. "You look really hot", I said after staring at him for way too long. Being high always gave me a huge confidence boost, but I still regreted saying that, just for a bit. "And you look like you're [Y/N]", he replied, now looking at me directly while handing me the joint. Immediatly blood rushed to my cheeks, painting them in a slight red but I just grinned it off. Definitly a bit shocking that he actually knew my name but Max loved talking, so ultimatly no surprise.

Joost broke the prolonged eye contact and leaned against the rail. Still fueled by my high I did the same and leaned against the rail as close as possible without touching him.
"Not as hot as Max though, right?", Joost chuckeled, only barely peeking over to me.
I just took a drag and tried not to choke on the smoke while hastily waving my hand. "Noo-o", a little cough interrupted me, "no not Max. He looks like a bug." I expected Joost to join me laughing, at least out of politeness, but he just frowned and seemed confused. He obviously thought Max and I were dating. I turned my eyes back to the city and just shook my head.
"Max and I are very old friends, we went to school together and we never stopped making music together, thats it", I explained, still smiling about his confusion.

Max' biggest hobby was techno music. He loved making beats, listening to music and especially doing that with Tantu and occassionally Joost. I was not as good as Max, but I played four instruments which he loved to work with.
Joost said nothing and seemed to have a little issue with his balance, trying to shift his weight from one foot to another.
"Is that a good idea? Mixing alcohol with weed?", I asked.
"Pff it's not that bad, we do it all the time", he replied turning to face me, now with less balance problems.

Of course I had heard his songs many many times, it was the kind of music I liked to listen to most, sometimes trashy, but occasionally deep with loads of nice beats. But I never realized how sharp his jawline was, or how cute his smirk was. Cute and hot at the same time. I unintentionally was staring at his lips for way too long when he suddenly took the barely lit joint out of my hand, stepped forward and pulled me in a little closer with his hand on my lower back. Even though this surprised me I immediatly held on to his shirt with one hand and to his upper arm with the other. Feeling his surprisingly big biceps made me even hornier. Joost held my gaze, his pupils unnaturally wide with an obvious hint of desire - not just way too much alcohol and weed. His face slightly came closer to mine, which I tried to reiforce by sliding my fingers up his neck into his hair. My grip was as tight as his around my waste. I felt his sweet breath on my lips already, and probably even his boner at my hip but I was way too out of it to really tell.

"You're hot too", he whispered with a raspy voice, making my heart beat even faster. I was about to finally just break the tension and get that damn kiss, when he leaned back again, standing at least a head taller than me and then gently putting the dead joint between my slightly opened lips. I wanted to protest but his cheeky but insanely hot grin distracted me too much.

"Can't wait to work with you, [Y/N]", Joost said with a genuinely excited tone in his soft voice. He took two steps backwards and winked at me barely noticeable before disappearing around the corner into the chaos of the party. A distant clocktower ringed three times, indicating that it was already three a.m. Only now I realized how hot my body got, feeling a cool breeze on my skin. I turned back to the city lights and smoked the rest of the joint. What a fucking way to start a whole month of working with someone. I probably would not see Joost everyday, only Max and Tantu and maybe Stuntje. We rented an insanely big studio for a whole month to work on some new music, having a lot of friends and other musicians from the scene as guests. I have been excited since months but now this whole thing would be even more interesting.