#dog!rhodey

 Jim’s curled tail twitched belying his irritation.  He resolutely stared ahead watching the kitchen windows belching dark smoke. Around them firemen moved with purpose however the urgency had died down with the actual flames.  Tony sniffed next to him but Jim refused to look at the sixteen-year-old.

 “Listen, you and I both know you’re just crying so you don’t have to tell the firefighters that it was your fault our kitchen caught on fire.”  

 Tony let out a pitiful yowl. He may be playing up the kitten thing right now because he was still on the small side but Jim would not be taken in. His mother had warned him that looking after Tony could only be twice as aggravating considering he was a cat.

 Sighing Jim finally turned to the younger teen.  Tony looked up at him, his black ears weepy on his head and his big blue eyes large and fearful.  Jim snorted.

 “You work with highly volatile substances, use tools that could kill you, and yet you set our kitchen on fire with a bag of popcorn.”

 Tony started to pout but apparently thought better of it when he realized Jim would not be swayed. Instead the Tuxedo frowned at him and opened his mouth to undoubtedly defend himself in some way only to go quiet when a firefighter approached them.

 “Are you two alright?” The man said taking off his helmet. Jim blinked at what was the largest beagle he had ever seen.  The large floppy ears sat on the head of a man at least 6’3”.  His warm blue eyes were chalk full of concern and when he looked at Tony Jim practically watched him get smitten.

 Damn it.

 “Wow, you are hot. What’s your name?”

 Damn it.  Damn it.  Damn it.

 This giant blonde beagle blushed.  Jim rolled his eyes.

 “Uh, Steve.”