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He just wanted to taste the curve of his neck below his jaw.

He moved in next to him, inhaling his spicy scent, licking his skin as he went.

Ianto stirred and mumbled his name in his sleep but didn't awaken.

He liked the roll of his name from that Welsh tongue.

Mmm.

Stroking his back in a light massage, he lifted the blankets away from his neck to continue his tasty adventure.

Hunger raged between them and when he didn't answer right away, Jack squeezed Ianto's manhood. His body jolted, arching into his hand, striving to find the hard pressure that would satisfy his ache.

He needed to quit toying with him and get on with it already.

Ianto stirred and hummed softly as he let his legs fall open in welcome and Jack licked his lips as …

"Dadda?"

Jack looked down the bed at the foot where Ton stood, his binky in his hand as he stared at his naked parents.

Jack smiled sweetly as he gently re-covered his husband and slid to the edge of the bed, pulling on his robe before scooping up the little boy who had plugged Mr Bink-bink back in.

"Can't sleep little man?" Jack crooned, watching little stormy eyes consider the question.

He saw so much of his brother in those eyes, Gray's intensity.

Jack settled on the sofa, pulling the blanket from the back over them both as he reached for the remote.

"Gentleman's choice" he whispered, making sure the volume was turned down before handing over the remote to eager little hands.

With the kiddy control firmly locked, Ton happily surfed the channels still open, finally choosing a wildlife documentary on Merecats.

"Look! Meow!" he said to Jack who snorted.

"Listen" Jack instructed, "Hear that? They go…"

He started to squeak and tickle as Ton snorted around his binky and then sighed as he snuggled in.

"Taddy is tired" he said as he watched the child's eyes roam to the bedroom doorway. "He'll play later, OK?"

Ton nodded and went back to the TV.

Walter wandered out an hour later, his hair mussed and adorable as he yawned and picked up the blanket to slide under. Tom shuffled to make room and accepted a kiss.

"Can't sleep Tonny?" Walter asked softly, "All that mad running not tire you out?"

Ton shook his head and shrugged to show his confusion in the matter as well and Jack shared a smile over his head with Walter.

"Elephants!" Walter said eagerly, pointing to the new doco.

"Fants. Good Walter" Ton praised his brother who giggled softly as the little boy parroted their Taddy.

"Yep. Gotta have our 'Fants" Jack agreed solemnly and they giggled some more. "Trunks swinging about."

"Babs is snoring, can you hear?" Walter finally said.

"Yeah, did the most mad running I guess" Jack nodded.

"Dad?"

"Yeah son?"

"Is Tad OK? His hands seem to …well … I know Uncle Owen said he might not get all the feeling back and stuff but … he didn't mean to drop Ton the other day and it was just a slip." Walter said with a frown, "Taddy is getting better. Right?"

Jack stared at Walter as it made sense.

Ianto's opening and closing of his hands.

Complaining of the cold in his fingers. He did say they were hurting.

Damn it.

Why can't they communicate more.

Jack decided to have a cuddle and a chat tomorrow.

He was 'blinkering' again.