It Had To Be You ~ Joost Klein

Chapter 19 - You make loving fun

a/n: punching my screen as I'm writing this, JESUS asdfjkl;-

"ANOTHER!" Joost yelled at the top of his lungs as Martijn heroically grabbed another can of beer, puncturing a hole in the bottom and chugging it like a champ. The two cases that were miraculously stolen had been put to good use, the last case almost empty. I had a few to help loosen up my nerves, and it worked. The previous stick that was up my ass had disappeared, and I could give two fucks about who saw me with Joost.

I was practically hanging off of his side, his arm snaked tightly around my waist at every waking moment. The feeling of it made my head buzz, and my feet feel lighter. I could relish in this forever if I had the choice, not having a fear of being perceived, not feeling the need to shy away from PDA, just pure, unadulterated affection for the gorgeous man next to me. Of course, Joost was eating up every moment of this. It definitely helped that his friends were inebriated to some degree, most likely too focused on what was going on in their own world.

Martijn finished the beer and threw the can to the floor, crunching it beneath his foot. Gover, the other unfamiliar face I ended up meeting, came up behind him and slapped him on the back, causing Martijn to belch unintentionally. My cheeks hurt from how much I was smiling as the night played out, everything slowly becoming funnier by the minute. Suddenly, I felt Joost tugging at me. I turned to face him and he had a dark glint in his eye along with a devilish smirk on his face. My smile became lopsided, "have you been staring at me?"

"Ja," he stated almost proudly, "I can't take my eyes off you."

I laughed at his directness before standing on my tip-toes and planting a bold kiss to his neck. His reaction was nothing less than amusing, his eyes widening and his grip on me only tightening. Then, he leaned down to my ear to whisper, "You're playing with fire, you know that?" I couldn't help but feel my whole body shiver at how close he was, his breath still lingering on the skin of my ear. I sighed deeply and tilted my head to face him better.

"I'm fully aware of what I'm doing," I tried to play cool, acting as if he had no apparent effect on me. However, we both knew that was a lie. I swung myself around to where I was now facing him, my arms coming up around his neck. Instinctively, one of my hands found itself weaving through the bottom of his hair, slightly gripping it. The butterflies in my stomach, or perhaps the beer, were causing my self-control to slip away.

His hands started to lower to my hips, and the feeling was setting off every nerve in my body. He let out a low chuckle that reverberated through my frame and only made me feel weak in the knees.

"Get a ROOM!" Daan yelled from behind us, an empty beer can flying past us. I jumped and, in retaliation, turned around to flip him off. From what I saw, everyone was watching us and laughing at my reaction. Joost laughed, too, loving my complete lack of self-consciousness.

"Assholes- but Daan does have a point..." I said, a bit of suggestion in my voice. One of Joost's eyebrows quirked up, and he licked his lips, causing the fire that was slowly kindling in me to burst into flames. Before I knew it, he took my hand and started dragging me away. Our friends behind us began to whoop, causing us to giggle in response.

The mystery destination wasn't far as Joost led me to a back parking lot filled with tour buses. I gaped in my drunken state at how much money alone was probably in this parking lot, something my broke college mind couldn't comprehend. That was cut short as we finally arrived at his bus, Joost quickly making work with the door before locking it behind us.

I slowly walked in deeper and was stunned by how fancy it looked. The fanciest bus I had ever been on was a city bus back home that looked like an accordion. This was next level. Joost had left my side, running through the bus seemingly to check if anyone was inside.