Jareth had never been known for patience, but he seemed to be displaying it very well at the moment. His eyes narrowed on the form of his apprentice snoozing at his desk, drool slipping from his lips. Jareth’s eyes, which he was often told were simply hypnotic with one blue and the other brown, closed in frustration. He had trouble remembering exactly why he had left the boy as a human; probably had something to do with goblin’s lack of communication skills, and, though Jareth was loath to admit it, being slightly lonely after all the centuries of his life which had been spent being aloof. Jareth slowly ran his hand through his messy blond hair, gazing with nostalgia at the light brown hair which he had once expected to be blonde. It would always be a disappointment that everything about the boy (though he was more of a man then a boy at seventeen) had gotten darker, aside from the boy’s personality.
“Toby,” he hissed, quite fed up with the laziness of his ward. No response. “Toby!” Still the boy slumbered. Temper getting the best of him, Jareth snatched up a crystal and threw at the back of his pupil. Toby jolted awake with a slur of gibberish that sounded vaguely elfish, looking around for his unknown assailant.
“Have a nice nap, Toby?” Jareth tried to keep his voice pleasant, picking up a goblet on his armrest and took a small sip. Toby smiled cheekily, stretching like a cat in his chair.
“It was slightly uncomfortable, but I’ll live.” Using all the skill he had gained in his life, Jareth looked down his nose at Toby, attempting to make the boy feel small. Unfortunately, Toby was unaffected so much that all he did was stand up and walk over to plop himself in Jareth’s lap. “Now, this is much more comfortable.”
“Little imp,” Jareth muttered, deciding that Toby was no longer allowed to talk to the prince of the sprites; he was obviously desensitizing Jareth’s ward. As he was planning out how to politically tell a royal sprite to kindly fuck off, he brought the goblet up for another drink. Before the stained metal of the goblet could touch his lips, the goblet was taken by the greedy fingers of his apprentice.
With no though, Jareth waved a hand as the goblet touched Toby’s lips. The effect was instantaneous; Toby’s nose crinkled up as the smell of sludge hit his nose and he quickly pulled the cup from his lips. Swampy water full of rotting things now filled the goblet, probably from the Bog of Eternal Stench. Toby’s stomach tried to gently rip itself out of torso through his throat.
“Disgusting!” he howled, throwing the goblet without thought. Jareth suppressed a smile. If only his apprentice would try harder, he might have learned how to tap into the magic of the labyrinth enough to change the swamp water back to wine. Oh well, more fun for Jareth. The goblet crashed into a wall, splattering slime on the wall. “Jareth, I can’t believe you almost had me drink that!”
“I didn’t have you do anything; your own impudence got you into this. You better hope that nothing hit my books, or you might have to fear for your spine.”
“I love you, too,” Toby muttered, obviously still upset. Jareth ignored him to scan the pile of precious books that Toby should be reading. Jareth almost sighed in relief that they seemed unharmed, almost; suddenly, something about the book Toby had been reading caught his eye. A small illustration was drawn very carefully on the page, and it looked like… a sex pose?! Jareth’s eyes scanned the book quickly, finding a few more dotting the page after every paragraph. That… was not the book Jareth had assigned Toby.
“Toby…” Jareth whispered slowly and thoughtfully. Toby seemed to sense a change in the mood and squirmed uncomfortably.
“What is that book?”
“What book?” Toby questioned, trying to sound innocent.
“You know what book!” Jareth snapped, glaring down at Toby. Toby began to blush deeply and squirmed closer to Jareth, tipping his head up hopefully.
“Tips?” he questioned softly, leaning up for a forbidden kiss; Toby suddenly found himself sitting alone in the chair, trying to kiss air. “Jareth?”
Up on the roof of the Goblin Castle, Jareth sat with burning cheeks and fingers pressed against his lips. Sometimes he wondered if the sex drive of Toby would be the death of him.