For my unknown reader, in hopes that Toby/Jareth deprivement will allude you, if only for a short time. :] Title comes from said song by Jet, which is an amazing band, by the way. It just seemed relevant, considering.

WARNING: Toby/Jareth slash, language.

Beat on Repeat

Jareth stroked the soft hair of the teen slumbering next to him. He leaned in and breathed in deeply, hardly believing his luck.

"In nine hours and twenty three minutes, you'll be mine," he whispered.

Toby opened his eyes slowly, and smiled sleepily. "Don't you know I'm yours right now?"

He pulled Jareth down for a sloppy kiss, complete with horrid morning breath.

As Jareth gazed down at tousled hair and a drool-stained face, he thought he could do this forever.

FIN.

VIGNETTE TIME!

"In nine hours and twenty three minutes, you'll be mine," he whispered.

Toby turned around angrily. "God! Why the fuck do you keep saying that? It's freaking me out! You do it every day! Why?"

Jareth shrugged helplessly. "I don't know. There's some weird old guy holding a puppet in my head going, 'Say your right words!' and that phrase just comes to mind."

Toby glared at him. "Well, keep the old man in your head, 'cos it's really creeping me out."

Jareth acquiesced, and followed Toby in silence. Toby sighed in relief. Finally! Some peace and quiet around here.

Five Minutes Later:

He couldn't stop himself. "In nine hours and twenty three minutes, you'll be mine."

"JARETH!"

FIN. :]