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Next morning, Jack expected Ianto to be embarrassed but the soft glow of happiness was lovely to see as Ianto flittered around the kitchen with excitement.
Jack hummed appreciatively as a plate of bacon and eggs was presented and Harry crowed at his own.
Splat took out food for the two men in the tent, still waking up.
"They argued for so long, I thought Uncle Owen was gonna smack him one!" Harry enthused as he chewed on a piece of bacon.
Harry jiggled as Splat reappeared, "They thumping each other yet?"
"No Master Harry" the elf giggled, "But I do believe they have each other's boxers on by mistake."
"By mistake?" Ianto asked dryly while patting the elf's head and was rewarded with another small giggle from the house elf as he scuttled into the kitchen.
"You two are a bad influence on each other!" Ianto pretended to chastise and Harry grinned happily.
The men came into the house and placed their plates on the table, choosing seats and settling.
"Thought we would come eat with you fellas" Owen muttered, "Better scenery in here!"
Rhys snorted, then grimaced as he yanked at his crotch and Harry's eyes goggled as he tried not to laugh.
"Careful Rhys" Ianto quipped, "You're getting too big for your britches!"
Finally, Harry burst into peals of laughter as he laid his head on the table and Jack snorted coffee.
"What?" Rhys glared at Owen who was shifting uncomfortably in his chair.
"My pants are bloody bunching up" Owen muttered and another screech of laughter emanated from the child.
"Harry!" Ianto giggled, "Manners!"
"But Taddy, he's too big for uncle Owen's britches and uncle Owen can't fill Uncle Rhys's" Harry pointed out.
"Not big …." Owen's eyes widened and he leaned back in his chair to pull the band of the boxers out of his pants.
"Tartan!"
"Oi! What the hell are you doing in me pants!" Rhys roared.
"If I had a penny for every time …." Jack started then laughed.
"I suggest you to go sort yourselves out after breakfast" Ianto declared.
"I'm not wearing them!" Owen scowled, "Not if they've been up his crack!"
Harry fell off his chair.
Ianto rolled his eyes at his partner and Jack picked up the child, placing him in his lap as the child convulsed with mirth.
"By the time breakfast is finished, yesterday's clothes will be dry" Ianto said calmly, "If you can both survive until then, you can then change into clean undies."
"Disgusting" Owen shuddered and Rhys retaliated by squirming a bit.
"Look at 'im" Owen wailed, pointing, "He's bloody stretching them!"
Ianto finally gave in.
His booming laughter filled the house as he leaned back in his chair and Jack watched his handsome mate as he laughed.
Beautiful.
Splat watched proceedings and smiled as he listened to the happiness of his master.
Of all those he had served, this one had always been his favorite.
Splat then let his gaze wander to Owen who sat pouting at Rhys.
That one was a problem child!
Splat went to check the washing and wondered if the little tepid one needed a good colonic or something. He would ask his master about it later.
So uptight.
Rhys on the other hand, Splat loved the big Welshman who had cuddled him affectionately when the breakfast was presented.
Splat loved affection but craved it in a way that ached, even if he would never presume to ask.
He had landed on his feet here.
Mistress must not be allowed in.
With that thought in mind, Splat went to check his master's castings.
Just to be sure.