wait i lied this is the last one #57 "I got us matching shirts!" for rhodeytony pls
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It's no secret that Tony has a thing for wearing Rhodey's clothes. Usually it's one of his t-shirts or hoodies, sometimes both at once. He steals his sweatpants to sleep in, and occasionally he'll steal a pair of jeans to wear to class when he forgets to do his own laundry. When he goes home for Thanksgiving break and has to attend a gala with his parents, he puts on Rhodey's watch and doesn't care that it doesn't quite match his suit.
It's something they don't talk about much, either, and almost never directly. Sometimes Rhodey will ask where the shirt he wants to wear is, and Tony will point to his own closet. Mostly, though, it's Rhodey slipping his hands beneath his own sweatshirt on Tony's body, and murmuring sweet, possessive words against his lips. He likes seeing Tony in his clothes as much as Tony likes being in them.
When they move off campus together, it becomes even easier to borrow anything he wants. One closet, one dresser, and similar enough physiques makes the lines between who owns what blurry. Everything is just sort of theirs together instead.
Tony is in the kitchen when Rhodey comes home, trying to follow the recipe that Mama Rhodes sent him to make for their anniversary. Two years together deserves something special, and Tony's determined to get it right. He isn't much of a cook, but he knows how to follow directions when he wants to.
Rhodey sets a black paper bag down on the counter and comes up behind him at the stove. His hands slot into Tony's hips, and he presses a kiss to the back of his neck, then behind his ear so that Tony will turn his head for the last one to land on his cheek.
“That smells good,” he says.
“I think it's almost done,” Tony replies, checking the handwritten recipe again. Her cursive is a little hard to decipher in places, and he squints at it to read the last steps again. Absentmindedly, he asks, “What's in the bag?”
Tony laughs, “Last minute, huh? Thought that was supposed to be my role here. You're slacking, honey bear.”
“It's been hiding in the trunk of my car for three weeks, actually,” Rhodey says smugly. “Couldn't risk you spoiling this one like you spoiled Valentine's Day.”
“That one wasn't my fault. Why would you hide something underneath the bathroom sink?”
“Because the only thing we keep there is cleaning supplies, and you don't clean.”
“No, but cleaning supplies have other more fun and explosive purposes,” Tony grins. He turns around in Rhodey's arms to wrap his own around him in return. “So can I have my present now?”
“It's supposed to be for later. After dinner and before anniversary sex.”
Tony hums in consideration, “Or, hear me out, presents first, then anniversary sex, then dinner, so by the time we're done eating it'll be time for round two. One orgasm for every year together. We'll start a new tradition.”
“I don't know if that's a very sustainable tradition,” Rhodey says, but his hands are already wandering. “What happens when we start hitting double digits?”
Tony smiles as a warm feeling spreads through him. He likes the way Rhodey says it like it's obvious they'll make it that long. An inevitably, rather than just a hopeful thought.
“Then I guess we'll just have to keep making new ones, won’t we?”
“Guess we will,” Rhodey says as softly as the kiss that follows. When he pulls back, he reaches for the bag and puts it in Tony’s hands. “I suppose you can have it now. You’ll be insufferable about it if I make you wait.”
Rhodey turns off the stove for him so their dinner doesn’t burn while Tony pulls out the white tissue paper and lets it drop to the floor. Underneath it all is a t-shirt with the Back to the Future logo, and Tony grins.
“You said that doesn’t count as our first date. Is that the real present? You're finally admitting that I’m right?” he teases.
Rhodey shakes his head in amusement. “I’ll admit that you think you’re right, and I’m not going to be able to change your mind no matter what.”
Tony takes it out of the bag, and his eyebrows knit together in confusion when he realizes there’s two of the same shirt. Rhodey explains it before he can ask, looking a little embarrassed by it. “I might have gotten us matching ones. You can’t steal mine to wear if I don’t have one, right?”
“That’s perfect,” Tony laughs, and he tosses his arms around him to pull him back in. “We’ll rotate them. One’s always gotta smell like you.”
“Good plan,” Rhodey agrees, because even if he doesn’t quite get why Tony loves being in his clothes so much, he’ll indulge him as much as possible. He dips his head down, kissing Tony beneath his jaw, and he whispers, “I think there was mention of another good plan, though. I remember being promised something after you got your present.”
“Don’t you want to unwrap your present first?” Tony asks innocently, as if they both don’t know what his present is going to be. He can feel the lace on his skin every time he moves.
Rhodey pops open the top button on Tony’s shirt. “That’s exactly what I’m doing, baby.”
