Iron Man, Tony/Rhodey, over and over again (2/2)
Rhodey rolls his eyes, but he and Tony end up in the shower together all the same. It feels pretty good, actually; Rhodey washes Tony's hair for him, his back, and when Tony spreads his legs and looks over his shoulder, Rhodey mutters something to himself--"give me strength," Tony thinks--and fucks him long and slow, soapy hands moving all over Tony's chest, stroking his cock and balls.
He still comes first, bastard, but he jerks Tony off afterward. Tony decides not to complain.
After the shower, Rhodey goes to bed. Tony manages to stay next to him for about ten minutes before he's up and headed for the workshop; he's had a ton of ideas all day long for ways to improve the armor, but apparently it takes dinner and a shower and a good fuck to settle him down long enough to do something about those ideas.
He uploads the newest version of the HUD software to the armor and goes upstairs to get into an undersuit; he thinks one of them's clean. Rhodey's still sleeping, but he sits up when Tony comes in.
"What's up?" he asks, yawning.
"Me. Just wanted to test something out. Go back to sleep."
"Uh-uh. C'mere."
Rhodey pulls Tony back to bed, and Tony lets him. Rhodey's sleepy enough to let Tony roll him over, and Tony's not above using a little sleep deprivation against his best friend. He goes easy--not so easy Rhodey's going to fall asleep on him, of course, but easy enough that Rhodey purrs like a cat all the way through. Afterwards, Tony's doing some yawning of his own, which makes him think he should catch a nap while Rhodey's still here. The new HUD can wait.
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Tony wakes up alone. Rhodey must have let himself out; he's been doing that more and more often lately. That's all right. Tony's still got stuff to do. He grabs the undersuit out of the closet behind his closet and goes back downstairs.
This time the undersuit's on right, arc reactor showing right through the front. There's a vibration coming from the garage, though, and when he opens the door, there's the fucking armor, leaving without him.
He sighs and strips off the undersuit right where he's standing. The armor better be having a really fucking good time without him, he thinks; when it gets back, he'll sit it down and have a talk with it. For now, there's some leftover sake in the kitchen and leftover sushi in the fridge, and he's hungry all over again.