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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Rick_and_Morty
  Relationship:
      Rick_Sanchez/Morty_Smith
  Character:
      Rick_Sanchez_(Rick_and_Morty), Morty_Smith
  Additional Tags:
      Incest, Band_lyrics_used_here_and_there, Band_fic-ish
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-04-01 Words: 3095
****** Dark Star ******
by neutrinobomb
Summary
     Written from a vague idea I had of Morty starting a band while Rick
     is gone and I'm dedicating it to the last day of the Month of Sin for
     the 'Season 3, Episode 1' prompt. While this would definitely NOT be
     something the show could actually do, this is how I'd like it to go!
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Two years. It had been two years since Rick had given himself over to the
Federation. Beth was now working on horses and equine like aliens that visited
Earth and Jerry was working on advertising for the Federation’s travel agency.
It had taken a little longer for Summer and Morty to acclimate. Even longer for
Morty. He had slept in Rick’s room for the longest and refused to let his mom
even dust in the garage for months.
What started to help him out of his depression was finding Rick’s guitar in his
closet. After the invasion of the Cromulons, Rick had started to teach Morty
how to play in what little down time he could find between adventures and
experiments. Morty was almost scared to touch it when he found it at first but
soon he never had it too far from his side, even at school.
Being able to play a guitar made him a little bit cooler and he slowly welcomed
the attention. On the first anniversary of Rick’s arrest, he finally got
together with a couple of his new friends and started a band. It seemed like
something Rick would want him to do.
The Lying Trees quickly gained traction and fans at the school. Even Summer,
who at first found it all humorous, had to admit that they were good. With her
help they were able to get into other venues around town and play.
Morty hadn’t really been paying attention that fewer and fewer aliens were
visiting earth more recently. Or that the Federation was facing issues with
just how much space they had to cover and try to control. He was focused on the
newest song he was writing and the music festival they were playing at in the
next few days. If he had been paying more attention he probably wouldn’t be
able to focus on the band or music.
--
Rick had finally done it. He was free. Admittedly, there was some collateral
damage and some of the other inmates had accidentally been freed but, hey, he
was free. He looked like crap as he stepped into the house but he knew his
family wouldn’t care about his looks. The house was empty though. Odd. He
walked through the kitchen and his eye fell on a flyer for a music festival.
Also odd. Whatever. At least this gave him some time to clean up.
After a long, thorough shower and a fresh change of clothes (sparing a couple
of seconds to wonder who was doing his laundry still), Rick headed to the park
the festival was being held in.
It didn’t take him too long to spot his family but he held back. A small part
of him considered that a public reunion might not be the best course of action.
He was sure they were still upset with him after all.
He realized Morty wasn’t with them and he got really concerned until he noticed
they were standing in front of a stage set up for a band that was tuning up.
And Morty was right there with his guitar in the lead position.
“What the hell?” he muttered, moving a little bit closer into the crowd that
was starting to gather at that stage.
Music started and the crowd started cheering. Obviously a known song. Rick
could see that Morty was a little nervous. This was likely their largest venue
since the stage almost dwarfed their set up. Morty stepped up to the mic and
Rick was hooked. Morty had definitely grown and changed and that included his
voice. And it quickly became apparent to Rick that this song was about him.
“You’re the cause/the antidote/the sinking ship that I could not let go/You led
my way, then disappeared/How could you just walk away and leave me here?/Light
the night up, you’re my dark star/And now you’re falling away.”
Rick was floored. He glanced around quickly but if anyone else had any inkling
of who this song was about and that he was here they didn’t show it.
“But I found in you what was lost in me/In a world so cold and empty/I could
lie awake just to watch you breathe/In the dead of night you went dark on me.”
Rick was floating in shock and guilt and, though he was loathe to admit it,
love for the little shit on that stage. It was clear that Morty had gotten over
his nerves and was having the time of his life. It seemed those lessons he had
given him had paid off. And he had inherited the Sanchez voice genes.
“The more I fight, the more I work/The more I dig into the dirt/To be fed up,
to be let down/To somehow turn it all around/ But then fate knocks me to my
knees/And sets new heights beyond my reach/Below the earth, below concrete/The
whole world shackled to my feet.”
The crowd had gone a bit quieter and Rick recognized the buzz of anticipation
of a new song being performed for the first time. Rick wasn’t sure who the
songwriter was but he would bet his whole garage lab that it was Morty.
“Then it falls away into the great escape/Over walls and weights/This anti-
gravity/Let it fly through the universe/Into the outer space/Over walls and
weight/This anti-gravity taking over me.”
Rick was grinning like an idiot and it took him a second before he realized
that Morty was too but for an entirely different reason. They had locked eyes.
Morty was staring at him. Rick hadn’t intended to reveal himself to Morty like
this but work with what you got. He lifted his hands in the air like some of
the girls in the crowd were doing and Morty’s grin widened.
--
Morty said his goodbyes to his bandmates quickly, not giving answers to their
questions and just packing up his guitar and hurrying out into the crowd. He
said hurried things to the fans that were pressing to him. He was only focused
on getting to Rick. Rick was consuming his mind right now.
He finally got through the crowd and there he was. Rick was there in front of
him looking a little worse for wear, a little thinner, a little older, but his
eyes for once bright without the aid of alcohol or drugs.
“R-Rick…”
Rick smiled softly and opened his arms. Morty’s breath hitched and he launched
himself at the other, hugging him tightly. He felt Rick’s arms wrap around him
and that was when he knew that it was really real.
“Hey, Morty,” Rick murmured, “I-I’m sorry. I forgot the ice cream.”
Morty chuckled wetly and hugged Rick tighter before he let him go. “Y-You know,
y-y-y-you owe me big. Two years is a-is a long time.”
“I know I do. A-And I’m going to do e-everything I can to make it up to you.”
Rick grinned at him and he realized that he no longer had to look so far down
as he used to. Morty was almost as tall as him now. Two years really was a long
time.
Morty looked over as the rest of the family finally made their way over to them
and watched the play of emotions on their faces. Summer squealed and punched
Rick’s arm before hugging him tightly with a murmur of “Don’t ever do that
again, asshole.” Beth had tears welling in her eyes and as soon as Summer let
go of him, she was taking over and hugging onto her father like a lifeline.
Jerry looked at Rick like he was wondering if he was real and he laid a hand on
Beth’s shoulder and then Rick’s.
“I can’t believe you’re back…”
“Believe Jerry. You better not have turned my garage into some weird hobby
area.”
Beth smiled and leaned back. “Of course not. Morty wouldn’t let anyone touch it
for about eight months.”
Morty’s cheeks darkened and he shrugged. “So?”
 Rick smirked and nudged the teen. “Anything else you have to do here or can we
all go home?”
Morty grinned. Home. All of them, finally, home together again. He had waited
so long for this moment. “No there’s not. Come on l-let’s go home.”
Rick put his arm around Beth and Summer, holding them tightly against his side,
and followed Morty and Jerry out of the park. Morty had a couple of CDs and
bandanas on him that he tossed to fans to keep them at bay so they could leave
without incident.
--
Pizza was ordered for dinner and they stayed up for hours getting everyone
caught up and hashing everything out. It was likely made easier by the fact
that Rick had been forced to detox in prison and had yet to touch a drop of
anything.
Morty and Rick were finally left alone at a quarter to midnight and Morty
happily led him to his garage. It was amazing to hear the familiar footsteps
with him and no longer taking the trip down the hallway by himself.
“-was this big, I swear. Barely fit.”
Morty snorted and opened the garage door, flicking on the light. “See?
Everything’s the same. W-Well, mostly.”
Rick looked around and was pleased to see that his boxes of tools and equipment
were still there and his work desk and computer hadn’t been touched at all.
However, there was the addition of another computer that was set up for audio
mixing and a bunch of crap piled in a corner near the bay door.
“Mostly the same. Thanks, Morty.” He sat down in front of the new computer and
picked up a CD from a small stack. “You know, your stutter goes away when
you’re singing.”
“Heh, y-yeah. It didn’t at first, but I-I was just messing around at school
so…” Morty shrugged and a faint blush rose to his cheeks.
“Everyone crowding around made ya nervous. But you’ve got it figured out now.
So, this is where the magic of The Lying Trees happens. Didn’t think you’d be
the one mixing.” Rick started the computer and smirked softly at the band
concept art that was the desktop wallpaper. It was a planet that he knew was
based off of Planet Squanch.
“After messing with yourtechnology, it wasn’t that hard to learn. Summer
helped. She’s our manager.” Morty perked up and glanced over at the stuff piled
in a corner. “H-Hey. I got the guys to help me on a project you’ll like.”
Rick made a soft noise and watched Morty as he moved over to the crap shoved in
the corner. He blinked and slowly got to his feet as the kid started to arrange
seats and a steering column and other engine pieces and bits of scrap. He
licked his lips and looked at Morty.
“You…You got them to try to…build a spaceship?”
Morty smiled softly and nodded. “Mhmm. But we obviously have no idea what we’re
doing.”
“Well…you hastened the process for me. I should have it done in a couple of
days so long as everything I need is here.” Rick grinned at Morty and the kid
beamed, hugging him tightly.
Morty nuzzled into Rick’s shoulder and he felt a small twinge when he realized
that the new height change made that action a little harder than it used to be.
Still, this was a familiar place for him and one that he had sorely missed.
Rick placed a hand in Morty’s hair and the other at the small of his back. He
held him protectively close and reveled in the familiar sensations.
“…Rick,” Morty whispered after a few moments, “I-I’ve missed you.”
Rick smirked softly and moved his hand further down to rest on the curve of
Morty’s ass. He felt the other shiver and press even closer to him.
“Mhmm…you’ve been waiting all day to get me alone, haven’t you?” he murmured in
the kid’s ear.
“Y-Yes,” Morty whimpered.
Rick pulled back just enough so that he could look Morty in the eye. He looked
at him for a few seconds before he nodded and pushed him out of the garage and
to Rick’s room. He shut the door firmly and then his hands were greedily
tugging Morty’s shirt off.
Morty, as soon as he was free of his shirt, was quickly working on Rick’s. He
had managed to get it mostly unbuttoned before Rick suddenly pinned his wrists
in one hand and pushed him back towards his bed. He looked up at Rick and
purred softly. He really had missed this. He lay back on the bed and toed his
socks off while looking up at Rick with the doe eyes that he knew the other
loved on him.
Rick licked his lips and pushed Morty’s wrists into the bed above his head.
“Keep those there,” he muttered. He finished unbuttoning his shirt and let it
slip off his shoulders before he leaned down and nibbled at Morty’s neck. He
ran his hands down the other’s chest and he kept the foreplay shorter than he
had learned the boy usually needed. This had come as a bit of a shock that
Morty still wanted to be with him but now that had worn off and he was
desperate.
Morty gasped softly as Rick’s hands ran down his chest with just the briefest
of time spent at his nipples. He lifted his hips when the other tugged
insistently at his jeans and they managed to get tugged down without being
unzipped. Rick tossed them and his underwear somewhere over his shoulder and
shoved two fingers in Morty’s mouth.
“Get ‘em wet quickly. I know we’re both desperate.”
Morty’s eyes widened at the implication and he hurried to suck on Rick’s
fingers and thoroughly coat them with spit.
Rick smirked and unzipped his pants. He loved the look Morty got when he got
nervous. He wasn’t actually going to fuck the boy with only spit for lube but
he didn’t need to know that. He sneakily grabbed the pump bottle of lube and
coated his other hand’s fingers.
“Alright, that’s good enough,” he muttered.
He leaned down to nibble on Morty’s neck as a distraction while he worked on
easing a lubed finger into him. He knew how Morty’s body was very much set on
this hole being an exit and so he was surprised when there was less resistance
than usual. He leaned back a bit, still keeping his movements slow.
“…You’ve been playing with yourself haven’t you? Getting used to this sensation
and breathing.”
Morty moaned softly and nodded. “I-I kept hoping you’d be back…and I-I wanted
to be ready…”
Rick smirked and thrust his finger a few times before working in a second.
“Would’ve thought you’d be too busy. What with the band and all.”
Morty didn’t answer, too busy moaning and enjoying the feeling of having Rick’s
fingers in him again. Rick decided to follow his lead and he settled down to
focus on working Morty open. He had to be careful with Morty and make sure he
was prepped enough to take him.
Morty huffed a few minutes later and pressed down against Rick’s fingers. “’m
ready,” he muttered.
Rick bit down on Morty’s shoulder at the attitude but he got more lube from the
pump bottle with his free hand and slicked his length. He eased his fingers
from the kid and tugged him down the bed a bit. “God I missed this,” he
muttered as he looked down at Morty, just barely above a whisper.
Morty looked up at Rick and he smiled softly up at him. “Me too,” he whispered.
Rick blinked. He didn’t think Morty had heard him. He smirked and held Morty’s
hip tightly in one hand and with the other guided his cock into Morty. “Shut
up.”
Morty gasped and arched his back at the slow burning stretch as Rick pressed
into him. He had really missed all of Rick’s presence in the house and that
definitely included this.
Rick groaned as he settled inside Morty, stroking his large hands up and down
the other’s sides. It struck him that his hands didn’t seem as large on Morty
as they used to. Good thing the kid was done growing. “…Alright?”
Morty licked his lips and nodded quickly. “Yes! Oh god yes. Move, Rick,
please.”
Rick hitched Morty’s legs up and rested his weight on a forearm before he
started moving. He had told Morty to hurry up because they were desperate but
he held back his desperation for a bit to make sure that Morty was alright. He
couldn’t help feeling this way about the little shit.
Morty moaned and he wrapped his legs around Rick’s waist, crossing his ankles
to keep Rick right there. “Rick,” he whined, “I said move. I meant move.”
Rick smacked Morty’s ass before he started to really thrust. If the boy wanted
faster and harder then he was going to give it to him.
Rick was loathe to actually admit it but he was already getting close. He had
gone two years without this feeling and it almost felt like his first time all
over again: so hot, so tight, everything so so much. He quickly wrapped his
hand around Morty’s length and stroked him quickly.
Morty bit his lip to stifle his cries and moans. He writhed and squirmed when
he felt Rick’s hand on him and he looked up at the other with wide eyes. This
was so grounding. Rick was here. With him, touching him, in him, making him
feel things he feared he would never feel again. He trembled, knees knocking
against Rick’s sides, and his eyes rolled back as he suddenly came with a deep
moan.
Rick moaned lowly and he hurriedly pressed their mouths together to stifle the
noise as Morty came apart beneath him and he soon followed. He didn’t bother to
pull out to come. He had a feeling that Morty, now more than ever, would want
to feel his come inside him.
Rick eventually pulled out of Morty and he looked down at the flushed, panting
kid beneath him. He smiled softly and pushed Morty’s hair off of his sweaty
forehead. “Hey,” he said softly. Morty made a soft noise and looked up at Rick.
“I missed you.”
Morty reached for Rick’s hand and linked their fingers together. “I know. I
love you too.”
End Notes
     Hey guys, so the songs used in this are 'Dark Star' and 'Antigravity'
     by Starset. I highly recommend listening to them!
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