He knows this man - Sarah used to tell stories when she babysat and Toby was still young enough to need a bedtime story. Funny, though; he doesn't remember her telling him that the pants were quite so...tight. Then again, maybe she did and he was just too young to notice.
He's definitely not too young to notice now, and his gaze tracks up those long legs clad in leather boots and those tight, tight pants, stuttering to a halt at a certain bulge before being forced on and. Wow. Okay, the top half is just as stunning as the bottom.
"Jareth," he says, backing away slowly and carefully, but the way the man (goblin?) is watching him reminds Toby of a show he saw on the Discovery Channel about owls and the way they watch their prey before they strike.
Jareth is wearing a mask over the top half of his face - wild hair spilling down around it and thin lips twisted into a cruel smirk underneath. Toby remembers that smirk - although it was more bemused the last time he saw it...and how does he know that? He was just a baby, then, and Jareth so utterly incapable of looking after such a small child - even temporarily - that Toby had been handed into the care of the goblins for the duration his stay.
(Even years later he still had a habit of literally climbing the walls. It had driven Sarah to distraction at times.)
Jareth moves forward towards him, and Toby keeps backing away until he hits the wall, and Jareth follows, crowding up against him, and oh! Toby's longed for this - wanted it without even knowing what it was he wanted.
This is completely, utterly stupid - Sarah always told him that men in masks couldn't be trusted, and apparently she hadn't just been refering to people in ski masks holding up the gas station - but Toby leans into the touch when Jareth reaches to cup his cheek. Even nuzzles into the hand slightly before he can stop himself, and then he opens under Jareth's mouth, taking the kiss willingly, whimpering when Jareth pulls back just a couple of inches to look at him.
"You..." he starts, but Jareth rocks against him and...and...yeah. Okay.
'Men in masks...', Labyrinth, Jareth/Toby
He's definitely not too young to notice now, and his gaze tracks up those long legs clad in leather boots and those tight, tight pants, stuttering to a halt at a certain bulge before being forced on and. Wow. Okay, the top half is just as stunning as the bottom.
"Jareth," he says, backing away slowly and carefully, but the way the man (goblin?) is watching him reminds Toby of a show he saw on the Discovery Channel about owls and the way they watch their prey before they strike.
Jareth is wearing a mask over the top half of his face - wild hair spilling down around it and thin lips twisted into a cruel smirk underneath. Toby remembers that smirk - although it was more bemused the last time he saw it...and how does he know that? He was just a baby, then, and Jareth so utterly incapable of looking after such a small child - even temporarily - that Toby had been handed into the care of the goblins for the duration his stay.
(Even years later he still had a habit of literally climbing the walls. It had driven Sarah to distraction at times.)
Jareth moves forward towards him, and Toby keeps backing away until he hits the wall, and Jareth follows, crowding up against him, and oh! Toby's longed for this - wanted it without even knowing what it was he wanted.
This is completely, utterly stupid - Sarah always told him that men in masks couldn't be trusted, and apparently she hadn't just been refering to people in ski masks holding up the gas station - but Toby leans into the touch when Jareth reaches to cup his cheek. Even nuzzles into the hand slightly before he can stop himself, and then he opens under Jareth's mouth, taking the kiss willingly, whimpering when Jareth pulls back just a couple of inches to look at him.
"You..." he starts, but Jareth rocks against him and...and...yeah. Okay.