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This fic is literally because Tony&Rhodey bro-ship is my favourite thing.

Always Yours

Rhodey looked around and smiled. "I can't believe this is all ours; just ours."

Tony grinned at him as he put the last of his boxes on the floor. "I know. I'm so glad we're not staying in the dorms this year."

Nodding, Rhodey said, "Doesn't mean you can start blowing shit up all over the place though. I'd prefer an explosion free zone for our first apartment, if it's all the same to you."

Tony snorted. "So does that mean our second apartment can be filled with them, because like, I'm packed and ready to go."

Rolling his eyes, Rhodey shook his head. "What makes you think there will be a second apartment? Depends how much you drive me nuts in this one."

"You'll never get rid of me, Honeybear," Tony said, pouting ridiculously—and a little adorably, though Rhodey would never tell him that.

"Come on, you bloody menace. I at least want the kitchen unpacking tonight; you'll be straight outta my nightmares if the coffee maker isn't plugged in in the morning."

Tony frowned and then nodded. "Fair point."

…

Moving in together hadn't really been a question. It had stemmed from a throw away comment Rhodey made about not wanting to spend his final year in the dorms, and Tony had shrugged, nodded and agreed they should look at apartments close to MIT.

Rhodey had put his foot down with the younger man, and made them look only at two bedroom apartments—only to fill it with their office stuff while unloading the van. The smile on Tony's face had been bright enough to light the whole apartment building.

Rhodey wiped his sweaty brow and slumped down on the sofa. Unpacking the kitchen had turned into unpacking everything, and he was brutally tired now that it was done.

Tony curled up beside him, his head pillowed on Rhodey's thighs, and closed his eyes.

"No sleeping yet, Tones," Rhodey said softly, ruffling Tony's hair. "We've gotta test out the local pizza place."

"Hmph," Tony grumbled.

"C'mon, up," Rhodey said, reaching for the phone. "When we've eaten, we'll curl up on the bed and sleep for twelve hours, hmm?"

Tony groaned but forced himself up, bleary eyes and exhausted. "Better be the best damn pizza I've ever had."

Rhodey snorted.

…

They crawled into bed together, Tony flopping down on his stomach, his face pressed into the pillow. Rhodey reached out to roll him onto his side, and then let his arm rest over Tony's waist.

"M' glad we're still together, Sour Patch," Tony said, his words a little slurred with sleep. "Don't want you t' ever leave me."

Rhodey sighed and tugged Tony even closer. "Even if we stop living together, I'm always going to be yours, you little menace."

Tony giggled and pressed himself into Rhodey's chest. "Love you."

"Love you too, Tones."

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Auction: Day 20, Auction 2: First Apartment