4
CJ was nervously changing his shirt for the third time. He liked this one as well but he knew Tarn would look immaculate as always and he wanted to match.
The skin tight jeans showed off his assets (Thanks for the DNA there Daddy) and he knew the shirt could make or break the ensemble.
As he stood there glaring at himself, Tad wandered into the room with a hanger of shirts. CJ's eyes lit up as he saw the colour spectrum.
"These are from my working days, with your Dad" Ianto said quietly, hanging them on CJs wardrobe door. "I wore a different colour each day. Your Dad loved me in pink or red though."
CJ turned and caught the soft blush as Ianto brushed his fingeres over the sleeve of a red shirt.
"He called this my "sexy shirt" and used to threaten to smack me for distracting him in it" Ianto gave a wistful smile at the memory and CJ frowned as he realised how lonely his Tad was.
He hadn't noticed the lack of affection between them, his childhood had been riddled with kisses and cuddles but now it was a chaste kiss as Dad roared off into the sunset and Tad went to do the washing.
"Do you miss it?" CJ asked.
"Do I!" Ianto sighed, "I loved watching your father in Captain Mode. All sexy and demanding. I also liked the interaction with the team, the arguing and banter. I even miss your uncle Owen, and that is definitely saying something."
CJ stepped closer and removed the red shirt from its hanger. He slid it on and Ianto's face lit up as he saw his son's pale skin begin to glow.
"Oh Caden-Jack! You look so grown up" he sighed, reaching out to touch his face.
"It's OK Taddy, I have enough Dad in my DNA to never be that" CJ snorted as he looked in the mirror and Ianto laughed softly.
"True. Sometimes I wonder if I married Peter Pan" Ianto smiled at the reflection.
"Look who's talking Mr No Grey Hair! You and Dad have never changed. No a single wrinkle or grey hair!" CJ smiled back through the glass.
"Huh?" Ianto frowned as he stared at his son, "I told you, your father is special. He won't …"
"Tad. I know we had the "Secret" talk about Dad's 51st century home and all but that doesn't explain you!" CJ said and Ianto stepped over to stand next to him, staring into the mirror.
"I never thought about it" he muttered as he frowned at his youthful reflection.
"Well, I have," CJ answered, "Soon RJ will notice. SJ won't notice if you dye your hair purple but that little Miss will work it out soon enough. Dad isn't the only one who isn't changing."
Ianto had no answer as he stared at his reflection, he still looked to be in his early thirties.
He turned to see CJ bending over to do up his boots.
"God! Those jeans are decadent aren't they" he said with shock.
"Decadent? Not indecent?" CJ looked over his shoulder with a Harkness grin.
"Well, your Dad has a pair that …well" Ianto cleared his throat and smiled, "I think she will be blown away."
"I hope so" CJ sighed, "Tad?"
"Yes bug?" Into said absently as he reached for the discarded clothes on the floor and CJ smiled as he heard his childhood name.
"Tarn. Well …" he grimaced and Ianto raised an eyebrow.
"Tarn is my friend. We sit together and have been in the same class for three years now, and … well … we weren't even close … I didn't know it was more than just friends, but now when I see Tarn … I feel … I mean …" CJ flapped his hands and Ianto walked over to give him a gentle hug.
"Tarn was just there and kinda blindsided ya, huh?" Ianto whispered.
"Yeh" CJ relaxed into the rare display of affection, "He did."
