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Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell had been officially repealed for one hour and twelve minutes before Tony had proposed to Rhodey, and it had only taken him that long because they’d been on opposite coasts, and Pepper had told him -- repeatedly -- that proposing over the phone would be tacky, and that no, his total lack of self control would not be romantic.
And it had been officially repealed for two hours and twenty-six minutes before Tony had had gone viral with his video announcement of their engagement, the one where he was very clearly still in bed and sporting sex-hair (although at least he managed to keep Rhodey, sleeping naked beside him, mostly out of frame.)
So by the time all the Avengers stuff had gone down, they were very firmly established as a couple. And it hadn’t exactly been surprising when Rhodey -- who had been on the other side of the planet this time -- had shown up shortly after they’d squared away Loki and the Tesseract and finished their shawarma, grabbed Tony in a very long hug, yelled at him for a solid two minutes straight, kissed him hard, and then stormed off toward what remained of Stark Tower.
“I’ll see you at home,” he called over his shoulder, still sounding pissed. “I’m making your favourite lasagne.”
Tony turned back to his newfound team with a wince. “This probably isn’t the time to tell him that our home is a literal disaster zone, huh?” he asked. “And that I already ate.”
“Uh-oh,” Clint crowed, smirking at him. “Daddy’s mad at Mommy.” Then he cursed as Nat smacked the back of his head.
“You’re an idiot,” Nat and Tony informed him in unison, before Tony noticed the way Steve was staring at him. “What?”
“Nothing!” Steve said quickly, eyes flicking over to Rhodey’s back, still retreating down the empty street. “Just… That’s your, uh…”
“My husband?” Tony supplied, tone gone wary. “Sure is. Why? You got some kind of 1940s sensibilities against two men being in love?”
Steve huffed. “Hardly,” he said, like that was the dumbest thing he’d ever heard. “I just mean…” He blew out a low whistle. “He’s a catch, Stark. How’d you manage that?”
Tony just blinked at him while Nat let out a sound suspiciously like a snort and Bruce hid a smile. “Ex cuse me?”
Steve shrugged, eyes cutting back over to Rhodey again. “Have you seen that ass?”
“Yes I’ve seen that ass!” Tony hollered. “He’s my husband! I’ve seen that ass in close-up detail! Stop checking out my husband’s ass !”
It was at this point that Clint lost it completely, and even Thor was snickering, although Steve didn’t miss a beat. “I’m just saying. You’re a very lucky man. Don’t know how you did it.” He turned then, heading for the safe house they were all being holed up in, and leaving Tony still staring at him in puzzlement.
“You know I’m a billionaire, right?” he yelled after him. “And very good in bed! It’s been documented! ”
“Hey, look!” Clint hollered, interrupting the mostly peaceful common area. “Tony’s on TV!”
Steve snorted, although he glanced up from the vegetables he was chopping. At the opposite end of the counter, Rhodey didn’t bother following suit, focused on his tablet.
“Tony’s always on TV,” he pointed out, and Steve could hear the eyeroll in his words. “It’s kinda part of his whole job.”
“It’s kinda part of his whole job,” Clint repeated in a high, childish voice, ignoring the middle finger that Rhodey sent his way. “Well excuse me for being supportive of my fellow teammate.”
Likely out of sheer pettiness, he flicked the massive screen off mute, turning up the volume until it reached obnoxious levels. Curious, Steve took a break prepping dinner and wandered over to get a better look, leaning against the doorway with his arms folded across his chest.
He didn’t know what the show was; there was a pretty blonde lady sitting behind a desk, but no studio audience, which ruled out the usual entertainment circuit shows that SHIELD PR were always bugging him to appear on. If he had to guess, it was maybe one of those tech shows that Tony liked to watch while insulting the guests and their intelligence; the mechanics and machinery in the background certainly gave that impression.
Tony was sitting in a chair opposite the desk, looking, like he always managed to, like he belonged there. He was leaning back into the leather seat with one ankle crossed over his knee, grinning easily as he answered the question with a bunch of jargon Steve couldn’t hope to understand.
“Now, Mr. Stark,” the blonde started.
“Tony, please,” he insisted, smooth and easy and practiced as he leaned forward to pat her arm.
“Tony,” she repeated, beaming at him. “I was wondering if we could switch… Gears, for a minute.” She said it with a glance at the background display behind them, and Steve winced at the cheesiness of it. “I’d like to get a little more personal.”
“Amanda, I am at your disposal,” Tony promised her.
“You recently celebrated your fifth anniversary with Colonel Rhodes, isn’t that right?” she asked.
At the sound of his name, Rhodey finally looked up with interest.
Tony’s smile lost the practiced edge, sliding into an absolute grin that he clearly couldn’t fully control. “That’s right,” he told her, twisting the wedding ring on his finger automatically. “And I love him just as much as I ever did.”
It was almost embarrassingly sappy, but he said it with such genuine sincerity that Steve felt his heart melt a little anyway. When he glanced back, Rhodey was looking back at his tablet, trying to hide a grin almost as wide as Tony’s, and even Clint didn’t seem to have the heart to make fun of them.
“Oh my god, you’re just too sweet,” Amanda was gushing. “Can I just ask… How?”
For just a minute, Steve saw Tony falter. He blinked twice and tilted his head toward her curiously. He was still smiling wide, but it had frozen slightly on his face. “Sorry?”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said quickly. “I mean, obviously you’re a catch too.” She turned towards the camera and listed off his more famous accomplishments, somewhat perfunctorily. “But you married Colonel Rhodes .”
“I…”
“You married War Machine!”
“I mean… I created War Machine,” Tony protested, sounding as flustered as Steve had ever heard him.
“Well, sure. But he pilots it,” she insisted.
Steve was pretty sure that he was the only one who heard the muttered, ‘But I’m Iron Man,’ that Tony let slip.
“He’s a highly decorated Air Force colonel,” she continued. “And a genius with multiple MIT degrees to boot.”
Tony looked at the camera like he was Jim from The Office (a reference that Steve finally understood).
“Is it true that he helped you to develop the base for your original AI?”
“Well, I mean… He was there .”
“Rude,” Rhodey interjected suddenly. “No way he could have managed that if I hadn’t kept his dopey ass fed and watered and dragged him off for some sleep sometimes.” Steve hadn’t even heard him come up but the man looked absolutely delighted, grinning at the screen. “Tony’s gonna hate thiiiis,” he crowed.
On screen, Amanda was still singing Rhodey’s praises to an increasingly more flustered looking Tony. “And well, I mean… We’ve all seen him. He’s really the whole deal.”
Clint snorted at the screen. “Is she blushing?” He clapped Rhodey on the back. “Maybe we should send her the address to your fan club.”
“I guess we just all want to know, how’d you pull that one off?”
“Well.” Tony rubbed at the back of his head and tossed his hand up in a shrug. “I couldn’t tell you, Amanda. I just know I feel luckier every day we’re together.”
He was considerably lacking in the enthusiasm of earlier and Rhodey burst out laughing.
“Love you too, baby,” he snickered, shaking his head and heading back to the table with a definite bounce in his step.
Tony was waiting at the elevator doors, practically drumming his fingers together with glee. Steve had tried to avoid him, directing the elevator directly to his own floor, but Tony had overridden it, ignoring JARVIS’s protests about privacy and autonomy.
When the doors dinged open, Steve looked briefly confused before he spotted Tony and the confusion was replaced with resignation. He stopped short of burying his face in his hands, but he sighed loudly as he stepped onto the floor.
“Hi Tony. Pepper said you’d be stuck in meetings all day.”
“Are you kidding me? And miss meeting your new boyfriend? I cleared my whole day and came right home.” He shoved past Steve, ignoring his protests of, ‘weren’t your meetings in Tokyo?’ and held his out hand out to Sam. “Tony Stark, nice to meet you.”
“I know who you are,” Sam said, mostly looking amused, but he took Tony’s hand. “Sam Wilson.”
“Please, do come in,” Tony continued, pulling Sam past Steve and in toward the kitchen. “Steve has told me absolutely nothing about you.”
“Because I haven’t seen you!” Steve protested. “I just got back from Washington.”
“Which we’re going to have words about, by the way,” Tony told him, pointing at Steve’s chest. “Taking on Hydra by yourself, and you didn’t even call me? My feelings are hurt.”
“He wasn’t by himself,” Sam pointed out. “I was there.”
Tony grinned at him. “I like you.” He glanced back over his shoulder at Steve, who was following them reluctantly as Tony started making coffee. “He’s a keeper, Steven.”
Steve finally gave into the urge to scrub his hand over his face, his cheeks flushing. “Sam’s here as an Avenger , Tony.” And then, in a quieter voice, “We just started dating, it’s still early.”
“Going great though,” Sam added, giving him a wink. “Right, hot stuff?”
Steve shook his head. “For the record, this is exactly why I was trying to put off you two meeting.”
Tony gave him a wink as he slid the coffee mugs across the counter. “You love it,” he hummed. “Come on, don’t you want your boyfriend and your best friend to get along.”
“You’re not my best friend,” Steve told him automatically, snickering at the middle finger Tom flicked at him.
“Yeah, you really seem to hate the guy,” Sam drawled with a grin.
“Oh, I really like you,” Tony declared, a delighted look on his face. “Steve, you’re not my best friend either. The position’s just been filled by Sam here.” He turned his attention fully back on the man in question and cupped his chin in his hands, leaning against the counter and batting his eyelashes. “So… Tell me about yourself.”
“You really don’t have to do that,” Steve interjected, putting his hand on Sam’s forearm, and then getting a little distracted when Sam automatically rolled his hand up to curl their fingers together. He cleared his throat before narrowing his eyes at Tony. “Quit giving him the third degree.”
“That’s hardly the third degree,” Sam and Tony said at almost the same time, and Tony pointed finger guns at Sam.
“Oh, we are going to get along so well.”
Sam looked inclined to agree, and Steve was starting to get a Very Bad Feeling when the elevator dinged open once more. They all glanced over as Rhodey stepped off and onto the floor.
“Hey, baby,” Tony beamed, heading over to greet him. “Come meet Steve’s new squeeze.” His entire face had changed, making sappy love eyes at him, and Steve barely hid a snort. He turned to Sam, hoping to maybe gain some traction back by making fun of Tony with him, but Sam had gone a little wide-eyed and panicked looking.
“Hey. You alright?” Steve asked, leaning in and pitching his voice low. “I know Tony can be a lot sometimes, but he really is a great guy.”
But Sam shook his head mutely, still staring at where Tony and Rhodey were muttering to each other before making their way over. “No, it’s um.” He cleared his throat, voice coming out slightly higher-pitched than normal. “It’s just… That’s War Machine.”
“Yeah,” Steve agreed, feeling a little confused. He glanced back over at Tony and Rhodey. “Colonel Rhodes is Tony’s husband.”
Their marriage was hardly a secret, and it clearly wasn’t news to Sam either by the way he shook his head. “No, I know.” He took a deep breath and scrubbed a hand over his face, looking a little flushed. “I just… I didn’t expect him to be here.”
Steve frowned, still confused. “Why wouldn’t…”
And then it made sense. How disconcerted Sam was, the flush on his cheeks.
“Oh. You like Colonel Rhodes?” he asked, torn between jealousy and delight at how much Tony was going to hate this.
“I don’t know Colonel Rhodes,” Sam protested, meeting his eyes and giving him a helpless smile. It was surprisingly reassuring. “I just… He’s War Machine, man.”
“Hey!” Tony protested. “Quit whispering over there like two disgusting lovebirds.” He conveniently ignored the fact that he and Rhodey had just been doing the exact same thing. “Honeybear, this is Steve’s new boyfriend – and potential new Avenger?” He did a hopeful little shoulder wiggle. “Sam Wilson. Sam, meet my husband Colonel James Rupert Rhodes.”
“Jim,” Rhodey protested with an eye roll, holding out a hand out to Sam. “Or Rhodey, I guess, since apparently Tony’s making that stick.”
“Otherwise known as War Machine,” Tony finished, arm draped over Rhodey’s shoulder and looking like this was some kind of revelation to anyone in the room.
“Hi,” Sam said, almost stuttering as he took Rhodey’s hand and shook it with maybe a little too much enthusiasm. He cleared his throat once more. “Sam Wilson,” he said, apparently forgetting Tony had just said that. “It’s an honour to meet you, Sir.”
Rhodey looked pleased, but the beginnings of a frown appeared on Tony’s face, and Steve could have sworn he heard him mutter, ‘not again,’ under his breath.
“Please,” Rhodey said. “Just Jim.” He grinned, cutting his eyes over to Tony with a somewhat sappy smile. “Us superhero sidekicks have to stick together, right? Even if we actually are the real heavy hitters.” He winked at Sam conspiratorially. “Let’s be real, these two are disasters without us.”
Sam, who had told Steve the same at least once per day since Washington, nodded silently, looking a little like he’d forgotten how words worked.
The silence dragged on a beat too long before Rhodey slapped his hands to his thighs. “Can I take you on a tour? Show you around the tower?”
“Yeah!” Sam said enthusiastically, finding his voice again. “Yeah, that would be great. Apparently I’m going to be living here now, so…”
“So we’ll be seeing a lot of each other,” Rhodey finished.
Sam made a faint, high-pitched noise before clearing his throat. “Exactly,” he agreed, grinning like the last of his composure was holding on by a thread.
“Oh, um.” Steve raised his hand like he was in school, and Tony didn’t bother hiding his snort at the action. Steve flipped him off before turning back to Sam and Rhodey. “I was going to do that. Give Sam the tour.”
“It’s okay!” Sam blurted before anyone else could speak, voice just a little too high-pitched. “That’s okay, babe. I’m sure you’re busy. Have briefings and debriefings and… Stuff. I don’t mind going with Colonel –” He choked on the name a little. “Colonel Rhodes.”
Rhodey graciously smiled like Sam wasn’t behaving like a complete lunatic. “That settles it,” he agreed, gesturing Sam toward the elevator. “After you.”
Steve blinked as he watched them go. “Did he just call me ‘babe?’”
Ignoring him, Tony frowned after them. “Did I just lose my new best friend?”
And Steve was feeling a little put out too, but he couldn’t let that stop him from giving Tony a hard time. He turned to grin at him. “I don’t think it’s ‘best friends’ that he wants from Rhodey.”
Tony turned to wrinkle his nose at him, giving him a half-hearted punch on the arm. “Rude,” he said, moving towards the counter for another cup of coffee. “And gross.”
“I’m just saying…” Steve insisted, following him over. “Those were crush eyes he was batting at the Colonel. I don’t know, he might be on his freebie list.”
Tony looked up to arch an eyebrow at him. “How do you even know what that is?”
Steve rolled his eyes. “I know how the internet works, Tony. And Nat and I just watched that episode of Friends.”
“Well, you better hold on to your new boyfriend then, Cap.” Tony was very clearly pouting at his coffee, even if he was trying to sound nonchalant. “I can tell you first hand how irresistible he is.”
“No arguments here. I’ve said it before; Colonel Rhodes is a catch. You are a lucky, lucky man.”
Tony glared at him. “I hate you so much.”
“Anyway,” Steve continued, as if he hadn’t spoken. “I’m not worried. I trust Sam. I know he wouldn’t do anything without at least talking to me first. And that does make a really attractive thought.”
“Okay, really ??” Tony asked, not even able to pretend Steve wasn’t driving him crazy now. He grabbed his coffee cup and turned towards the elevators. “Fuck you, Steve,” he said without any real heat. “I’m gonna be in the lab. At least my robots appreciate me.”
“Hey, Tony?” Steve called after him. “Is it weird that I’m kind of turned on by the fact that Sam and I share the same crush?”
It was all Steve could do not to start snickering at the wide-eyed, slightly manic, incredulous look that Tony threw over his shoulder at him.
“It’s weird when it’s my goddamn husband!”
“Hey,” Tony came up beside Barnes and nudged his hip, ignoring the slight twitch from the other man as he held back what was probably some kind of defensive hold that would have instantly had Tony in a coma. “You doing okay?”
Bucky turned to look at him and gave him a faint smile. It was more of a grimace, but at least he was trying. “Yeah,” he said. He rubbed his hands against his thighs a couple times and then caught himself, forcing them still and holding them awkwardly at his side again. He cast a sidelong glance at Tony and one corner of his lip twitched up when he realized he had caught him. “There’s a lot of people,” he offered by way of explanation.
Tony glanced around the room; it was far from the biggest event he’d been to, but he could see how it would be overwhelming for someone who was new to… The entire twenty-first century.
“Hey, I get it,” he told him. “And we’re all super proud of you being here, and I know that Steve is doing a terrible job of trying to hide how much he wants this, but don’t feel like you have to do more than you can handle. Mrs. Barlowe gets a little too frisky with her dentures? You just say the word and we’ll slip you right out of here. I happen to be very good at distractions.”
This time the quirk of Bucky’s lip seemed a little less forced. “Why doesn’t that surprise me?” he asked before drawing in a deep breath and rolling his shoulders back. “No, I got this. For now at least.”
“That’s our boy.” Tony gave him a grin and then his breath caught as he spotted Rhodey across the room; the sight of him in a dress uniform never failed to make Tony’s heart flutter. “Here, let’s start easy,” he said, waving Rhodey over. “You haven’t met my husband yet. Colonel James Rhodes, this is Sergeant James Barnes.”
Rolling his eyes at Tony’s formality, Rhodey held out his hand for Bucky to shake. “It’s good to meet you finally. Tony’s told me a lot about you.”
Bucky shook his hand in a solid grip and then full-on grinned at him, leaning in just a bit closer than was strictly necessary. “All good things, I hope,” he replied, voice practically a purr.
Tony gaped at him; Bucky had been warming up to them at a pace best described as glacial. While little bits of his real personality were finally starting to show through here or there, this was a complete 180 from the behaviour Tony had come to expect from him. “Um, what?” he asked.
They ignored him.
“Oh, only the best,” Rhodey assured Bucky with the crooked little grin that he always used when he was flirting. He was leaning into it hard, and Tony should have been pleased. He was pleased. Rhodey had been listening patiently for weeks as Tony vented about their setbacks with Barnes, how bad he felt for Steve, how frustrated he was that he couldn’t do more to help. And Tony was grateful they were seeing improvements, no matter where they came from. He just also preferred it when that flirting smile was reserved just for him.
Apparently not noticing Tony’s internal dilemma, Rhodey let his gaze flick down to Bucky’s empty hand. “Can I get you a drink?”
“Nah.” That crooked smile (which had no business being as sexy as it was, thank you very much) spread wider across Bucky’s face. “Doesn’t do much for me these days anyway.” He let his eyes rest on Rhodey’s lips briefly. “You could give me a dance though.”
“Oh yeah?” Rhodey cast a quick glance over at Tony, who gave him a subtle, go ahead shrug. Rhodey was his own man, and it wasn’t like Tony was going to tell him no (even if the little voice in the back of his head would very much like to do exactly that).
“What’s the matter?” Bucky asked, his voice all teasing. “You don’t like music?”
Rhodey arched an eyebrow at him. “I love it, in fact,” he said, gesturing Bucky toward the dance floor. “Lead the way, Sergeant.”
Tony watched them go, eyes tracking their movements across the room, and did his best to ignore the way something twisted low in his belly. He was very confident in his relationship, knew he had nothing to fear, but his emotions weren’t always as rational as his brain, as he knew all too well.
“What’s going on?”
Tony looked up to see that Steve had come over without him noticing and was staring out at the dance floor, watching Bucky and Rhodey bemusedly. Tony hadn’t actually realized how much of a death glare he was sending their way, arms folded across his chest, and he forced them back down to his side under Steve’s gaze.
“Your long lost boytoy is stealing my husband,” Tony grumbled, wrinkling his nose.
Steve looked down at him, a broad grin spreading across his lips. “Are you jealous?” he sing-songed.
“Shut up,” Tony huffed, wondering if it was too early to cut in. He didn’t begrudge Bucky any kind of improvement, obviously , but he was always Rhodey’s first dance at these things. He gave them a few bars longer before making his way across the dance floor, elbowing a snickering Steve in the gut on his way by, and heading over to the two of them. “Gentlemen.” He beamed at them both, because he absolutely wasn’t jealous, whatever Steve thought. “Could I steal my husband back?”
To his credit, the smile Bucky gave him was genuine. “Be my guest,” he offered. “Thanks for letting me borrow him.” He stepped back and then, as a parting gift, kissed the back of Rhodey’s hand. Tony worked really hard not to grit his teeth as Bucky moved off across the dance floor with a stride that really should not have been as sexy and mysterious as it was.
Rhodey took Tony’s hand and maybe he was showing off a little but Tony sunk all the way into his arms, burying his head against Rhodey’s shoulder and letting him sway the two of them to the beat of the music.
Rhodey gave him a minute before he huffed out a laugh, patting him on the lower back (too high to be any fun). “What, are you jealous?”
Tony huffed a sigh into his neck. “Why does everyone keep asking me that?” he asked. “I’m not jealous, I’m possessive . There’s a difference.” He lifted his head though, giving Rhodey a rueful grin and stepping back to dance with him properly, instead of his preferred high school slow dance method. “Okay, but seriously though Rhodes. What was that?”
“What was what?”
Tony made a vague gesture with his hand. “ That . We’ve been working with Barnes for months, and Steve’s breaking out the champagne when we get five words out of him in one sentence. You make one second of eye contact and he’s ready to confess his dying love. What the fuck?”
Rhodey grinned at him, tightening his arm around Tony’s waist and pulling him a little closer. “What can I say, Tones? I’m just that good.”
“Uggggh.”
Rhodey looked up with a fond smile as Tony came into the bedroom and flopped face first onto the mattress beside him. Setting his tablet on the nightstand, he moved his hand to ruffle through Tony’s curls, grinning when the man shuffled closer so he could bury his face against the worn cotton of Rhodey’s old MIT Lacrosse t-shirt.
“Rough day, baby?”
“Yeah.” Tony sighed and rolled over onto his back. “No.” He tipped his head back and grinned up at Rhodey. “How are you still so sexy?”
Rhodey did his best attempt at a sexy little wiggle while still sitting upright in bed, gesturing towards his old t-shirt and boxers. “What can I say? Military on the streets, ho in the sheets.”
Tony snorted and sat up, carefully removing Rhodey’s reading glasses off his face so that he could press in close and give him a slow, lazy kiss. “My ho,” he grumbled against Rodey’s lips, earning himself an eye roll.
“Wow Tones, enough with the sweet talk. I’m swooning here.”
Tony huffed and pulled back, wrinkling his nose adorably at Rhodey before moving away entirely, sliding off the bed to start taking off his business suit. Rhodey leaned back against the pillows, folding an arm behind his head and blatantly ogling Tony as he undressed.
“Talk about sexy,” he purred, waggling his eyebrows when Tony looked over his shoulder at him. Tony stuck his tongue out at him, but he did make a point of bending over to pick up his socks, so Rhodey figured it was a win.
“I don’t feel sexy,” he grumbled when he’d straightened back up, rolling his neck and arching his back. “Just old and tired.”
Wordlessly, Rhodey crooked his fingers at Tony, gesturing him back onto the bed for a neck rub, and despite his complaints, Tony beamed, crawling enthusiastically back up toward him. Shirtless, he settled between Rhodey’s open legs, groaning when strong thumbs dug into his shoulder blades.
“God, I love you.”
“No shit,” Rhodey teased. “Now come here, tell Uncle Rhodey what’s bothering you.”
Tony visibly shuddered at that, reaching back to elbow Rhodey in the stomach. “Gross man,” he protested. Why do you always gotta make it weird.”
Rhodey snickered to himself before settling Tony with a kiss to the nape of his neck. “Come on, tell me what’s got your knickers in your twist. Maybe I can help.”
“It’s not… You can’t…” Tony sighed, and his head dropped as Rhodey dug into a particularly good spot. “You’re gonna make fun of me,” he mumbled.
“Probably,” Rhodey agreed cheerfully. “But you know I’ve got your back.”
Tony sighed again, but then Rhodey moved to his neck and all the tension just disappeared from his body. “So I had that meeting with SHIELD today?”
“I’m familiar.”
“Right, well. Coulson was walking me out, and I don’t even know how we got on the topic, but we were talking about you. And he got… Flustered.”
“Flustered,” Rhodey repeated. “I’m… Not following.”
Tony huffed, pulling away to turn and meet Rhodey’s eyes. “Do you know how hard I’ve tried to fluster that man, Rhodes? Because I’ve tried. A lot. And nothing! He’s like the sphinx. But one mention of you, and all of a sudden he’s a giddy little school girl. What the fuck?”
“Wait, are you..?” Rhodey snorted and then clamped his lips closed on his laughter at Tony’s glare. “Tones, are you jealous?”
“It’s just not fair,” Tony whined. Rhodey did laugh now, catching Tony around the waist and rolling them over so they were both lying down, Tony on his back beneath him.
“Poor baby,” Rhodey snickered, giving Tony another slow, lazy kiss. “Can’t believe you're jealous of Coulson .”
“I’m not jealous of him,” Tony protested, but he was laughing now too. “And it’s not just him. It’s the team, it’s the reporters. I just don’t get it. I’m hot! I’m smart! I’m rich!”
“Don’t forget modest,” Rhodey offered, yelping when Tony pinched his side.
“I just don’t get it,” he said again. “Who do I gotta fuck to be considered a catch by these people?”
Rhodey beamed at him, lowering himself until he was covering Tony completely for more lazy kisses.
“Me, Tones. Duh.”