Title: Jareth Just Can't Keep His Tights On

Author: Leelee

Summary: The very first Labysmut I ever wrote. Definitely not the best smut you'll ever read, but maybe worth a look.

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It had been a whopping 103 degrees today, and probably 110 in the kitchen of the deli where I work. So, needless to say, as soon as I got home, I hopped straight into the shower. A *cold* shower, too. Eventually I felt ready to take on the world again, and I turned off the steady stream of coolness. I stepped out of the shower stall and began to dry to myself off. Just as I was spraying raspberry-scented body spray on me, I felt a gloved hand grab my shoulder.

I screamed and whipped around, about to spray some raspberry death into the eyes of my assailant, but stopped once I saw who it was...one simply didn't attack royalty...at least not alone *eg*.

"Jareth...ho - how...'nice' to see you," I managed, faintly aware that I was buck naked, and had only a towel for cover. It couldn't cover much.

The Goblin King's eyes glittered coldly at me from under his fluffy bangs. He smiled humorlessly. "It's...nice to 'see' you too," he replied, eying me up and down. I turned a brilliant crimson and tried to make the stupid towel cover more of me.

Jareth chuckled, and asked, "You really do blush down to your toes, don't you?"

I did the only thing I could do in a situation like that. I slapped His Royal Highness across the cheek. His face whipped to the side, but only for a second. Then he was upon me, pulling my blue towel away from me and wrapping his arms tightly around my torso. I gasped, half in pain, and half in shock. Jareth was *strong*.

"Let go of me, you freak!" I screamed, wishing that there was someone else home. I struggled in his unwanted embrace, mainly because I wasn't sure whether or not he was still angry at me...

"You've seen me, now I get to see you," he whispered in my ear, sending chills up my spine. Check - he wasn't angry, he was *horny*.

"Jareth!" I protested, "I was *drunk*! I wasn't in control of my actions...and speaking of drinking - you need to lock your liquor cabinets," I informed him, still squirming, trying to get out of his iron grip on me. Did this guy work out, or *what*?

He traced his tongue along the edge of my ear, making me shudder with pleasure. Damn that man - he knew my weaknesses, and knew how to make me melt in his arms. I was all too aware that I had only just gotten out of the shower, and there was only his clothes between us.

"Fair is fair," he said, smiling slyly and stepping back, gazing at me as though I were a piece of meat. I crossed my arms over my chest, and glared at him.

"Okay. We're even, now. You can *go*, right?" I asked, angry at him for invading my privacy like this. I value privacy above everything else.

Jareth moved closer to me again, which wasn't hard to do the cramped little bathroom. "My dear," he purred sweetly, "I don't think you want me to leave...just yet..." he trailed off, laying his hands on my shoulders again - gently, this time. I continued to glare at him, and didn't move. I mean, come on, I was naked, and I didn't trust Jareth, and....I wanted him. I have for years. He knows it, too, and has used it to his advantage in the past.

I shoved those thoughts out of my mind, and with them, his hands off my bare shoulders. "Jareth, as much as I love you, you know I can't do what you want me to..." I pleaded softly, looking at the pattern on the floor tile. He put a hand on my chin and gently raised my head to look him in the eye. I couldn't define what I saw there. The colors swirled in murky depths, and I didn't know what he was feeling.

The Goblin King's face drew closer to mine, and he kissed me hard on the lips. I trembled at the force of it, and was pushed up against the wall. He removed his gloves, throwing them on the floor behind him. His fingers nimbly massaged my breasts, and I could feel myself responding to his
advances. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and gasped as he lifted me off my feet. He carried me the few feet to my bedroom, laying me down on my couch. I sat up...or, tried to, anyway. Jareth half sprawled on me, kissing my neck and ignoring my feeble attempts to push him off. Finally he became aware of the fact that I was vainly trying to remove his hands.

Jareth looked at me, confusion etched in his handsome features. "What?" he asked simply.

"Someone could just walk in," I whispered, reaching for a blanket to cover myself. He pulled my hands away. "I don't want to explain to my mom why I'm having sex with an older man in the middle of the afternoon!"

"Old, am I?" he said, teasingly, kissing me with renewed force.

"I said 'older,' notmmmph," I was cut off as he stuck his tongue into my mouth, probing around. I gave up all pretenses of struggle and simply gave into my desires...

I unbuttoned his shirt, and watched as he leaned back to pull it off his arms. I welcomed him gladly back into my embrace, and ran my hands along his back, careful not to scratch him with my nails. He chuckled deep in his throat as my roaming hands worked their way to his front and began to tug at his tights.

"Eager, hmmm?" Jareth asked, smiling, his wolfish canines gleaming brightly. I nodded, nibbling on his ear, licking at it, and relishing his quivers as I did so. He backed up, and allowed me to slide down his royal tights. His boots had vanished mysteriously. Apparently he didn't wear socks...or underwear, as I had already discovered. (Never should have given him thongs - such a waste of money...*sigh*)

I could see that he was already hard, and ready to begin. I decided to prolong it a little bit, just for fun. Slipping away from him, I moved around to his back, and began to give him a massage on his shoulders. He craned his head around to look at me. I smiled innocently.

Jareth opened his mouth to speak, but I laid one finger on it to silence him. "You're too tense," I told him, laughing slightly. He shook his head, and made as if to grab me. I slipped away, and just as I thought I was safe, he tackled me to the ground. His legs held mine tightly together. His arms pinned mine down on the carpet. I looked up at him, a slight quirk to my eyebrow. He responded to my silent inquiry by kissing me, moving gradually down, to my neck, then my chest, lingering on one nipple. Then lower, lower still, until I stiffened, fearing where he would go. He gently pried my legs apart, and with one last kiss on the lips, delved down to lick at my clit. His tongue caressed my inner self, and tensed, as my body released all holds on any semblance of control.

I moaned at Jareth's tender explorations. He slowly inserted one finger beside his tongue, massaging me. My head began to toss from side to side, as I couldn't control myself anymore.

He stopped then, leaving his hand down between my legs to continue to stimulate me. I looked at him. He looked back. I could see in his eyes what he wanted. Slowly I moved until my head was level with his thigh. Gently, I took his hard shaft into my mouth. My tongue licked all over the head of it, and I began to suck. He, in turn, moved his mouth back to resume licking at me. After a few minutes of this, just as I thought I would explode from the ecstasy of it all, Jareth laid a hand on my arm. I stopped sucking him, but he continued to shake with intense pleasure.

I stared into his ageless eyes, and nodded, once. This time, he was the one to change positions. His arms gripped me, and I embraced him as he entered me. Slowly, surely, he built up speed, and I matched his rhythm. I began to moan softly, and I could hear his deep grunts. All too soon, it was
over, as I felt something within me release, at almost the same time Jareth spilled his seed into me.

We relaxed, simply leaning on each other. I was sweating, and so was the Goblin King. Some time later, it could have minutes or hours, I drifted into a dreamless slumber...

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When I awoke, I was in my bed. I was wearing my work clothes. Stretching and yawning, I looked at the clock by my bed. I must have drifted off to sleep after I came home from work.

Then I grinned to myself. That was one *hell* of a dream!!!

I made my way to the bathroom to get a shower, but stopped dead in my tracks on the threshold. There, on the floor, were Jareth's gloves...