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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Rick_and_Morty
  Relationship:
      Rick_Sanchez/Morty_Smith
  Character:
      Rick_Sanchez, Morty_Smith
  Additional Tags:
      Anal_Sex, Angst, Morty_is_17_which_is_legal_where_I_am, C137cest, Chair
      Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-08-31 Words: 1437
****** Give You What You Like ******
by Cleophas_(Targaryen_StormBorn)
Summary
     Morty would take what he could get when it came to Rick.
     Product of no sleep and binge watching C-137cest amv
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Morty easily excused himself from the dinner table, his parent newly back
together are in a honeymoon phase that did not allow them to see anything but
each other. Not that he was complaining two years of constant fear of his mom
walking in on him was plenty enough for him.
He made his way to his bedroom and closed the door with a click, his room has
not changed much from when he was fourteen, aside from the large queen bed in
the middle of his room. It was a gift from Rick for his sixteenth birthday.
More like a gift to Rick from Rick.
He sat at his desk and powered his laptop up and put on some movie, the old him
would have jacked off to porn before going to bed, but the old him was only a
memory now and besides porn did not cut it anymore. Time gradually ticked by
and Morty wished he had something productive to do, homework was no longer a
problem as he dropped out at the beginning of the year, much to his
grandfather’s delight. It was pointless to go he was already too far behind,
but he couldn’t help feeling listless just waiting around until he was useful
to Rick. It was not too long after that thought he heard familiar footsteps
from down the hall.
He smelt Rick as soon as the door creaked open, whiskey and oil as if by
Pavlovian response he felt his dick stir in his jeans. Morty felt Rick’s thin
arms come around him and he tilted his head back to look at the older man as
hands crept up under his shirt.
He did not know why he felt such lust towards Rick; he was not a handsome man,
grayish skin, yellow teeth, and a wrinkled face did not scream a teenage
fantasy. Maybe it was the fact that this man currently rolling his nipples to
hard peaks was the only one who could understand the horrors he had seen these
last few years, even if the man was the cause of most of the horrors. Or maybe
it was because he was as fucked up as he felt, incest was not in the top ten
most disturbing things he had done. Whatever it was Morty knew that he could
not give this up.
“S-stop think’in.” Rick slurs, giving Morty’s left nipple a harsh tug. “You’re
to s-stupid to think...makes you look con-constipated.” Rick gave his trademark
burp and Morty wriggled out of his hold to stand.
As soon as his feet touched the ground he was pulled roughly to Rick’s chest as
their mouths clashed painfully. Morty could heavily taste the alcohol on the
tongue trying its best to bury itself as deep as possible into his throat. Rick
never fucked him sober, granted he rarely did anything completely sober. yet he
seems to make it his mission to get plastered the nights he snuck into his
grandson’s room.
He felt the slow burn of arousal in his stomach and pressed himself impossibly
closer to Rick. He felt the vibrations of Rick’s moan and his shirt was
suddenly ripped off of him. The air in his room was not cold but he felt
goosebumps across his arms and chest. One of Rick’s hands was clenched in
Morty’s curls and the other traveled down his back into his loose fitting pants
to squeeze his ass. Morty let out his own moan at that.
“Fuck yeah,” Rick whispered and Morty let out a near silent groan as long
fingers probed at his prepared entrance. Morty learned early on to alway be
ready when Rick needed him if not his grandfather was inclined to go in dry.
“You’re-You’re such a fuck’in slut.” Rick attached his mouth to Morty’s exposed
neck and the teen hissed as he felt the sharp sting of the genius teeth as he
bit down.
He was once again glad for his parent’s obliviousness, he did not know how he
would explain the dark marks that almost always covered his neck when he never
left the house.
When Rick lifted his head his hands once again roamed over Morty’s body with
possessive glee. Soon he was rid of his pants and his mouth was once again
firmly attached to Rick’s he didn’t know when Rick began to walk backward until
he landed in a ungraceful lump in his grandfather’s lap.
“I want you to fuck yourself on my dick Morty.” For the first time since Rick
entered his room Morty looked into the genius’ eyes, they were glazed and
almost completely black, yet still twinkling a sort of madness. It was times
like these Morty wondered if Rick really was a god, with one word this man
could have Morty on his hands and knees debasing himself.
Morty moved off of Rick to allow the older man to undress, but all he did was
unbutton and unzip his pants allowing his straining member to bounce up. Morty
glared at Rick, the bastard knew how much he hated it when he was the only one
completely undressed. Rick smirked then snapped his fingers clearly impatient.
He let out a puff of air not wanting to even put up the pretense of not wanting
this, he was already fully hard at just the sight of Rick’s leaking member. He
awkwardly clambered onto Ricks lap and hovered just over the tip. He thought
about teasing Rick, it would serve him right for being dressed while Morty was
so vulnerably exposed. As always the genius was two steps ahead of him,
grasping his hips he forced Morty to take him down to the root in one rough
thrust.
“Ahhh, R-Rick!” He exclaimed breathily.
“That's it baby, fuck yourself on grandpa’s cock.” Morty wasn’t a big fan of
Rick’s dirty talk, it made him feel like a whore. It was, however, better than
the silent rough fucking from the first few times they did it.
Sooner than he would have liked he was forced to rise and he started to fuck
himself down on Rick in sharp movement enjoying the drag of the head against
his prostate, sending delicious sparks of heat throughout his body.
“Fuck Morty look at you.” Morty locked eyes with Rick as the man spoke in
between pants.“Fucking yourself on my d-dick, you love it. Such a whore for my
cock.”
Morty closed his eyes against the prickle of tears trying to make its way out.
He did not know why he was such a wreck today, every touch of Rick’s hand seem
to bring as much pain as pleasure and his words hit him twice as hard.
He felt a bruising grip on his hips and knew Rick was bored of teasing him. He
was lifted up and down at a punishing pace and little noises of pleasure poured
out of him as every downwards stroke hit his prostate.
Rick was speaking just as fast as his pace and Morty forced himself to not
focus on the demeaning words. After three particularly rough thrust, he felt
Rick release himself inside of him.
Morty slumped against Rick trying to catch his breath he was still hard and
knew he’d have to take care of himself later, for the time being, he just
enjoyed being close to Rick. As soon as Rick caught his breath he was
unceremoniously shoved off of Rick, the older man’s cock sliding out painfully
before he hit the ground.He could feel his grandfather’s seed slide out of him
onto the floor as he watched Rick stumble out of the room, still hanging out of
his pants.
He jumped into the shower as soon as his legs stop shaking, he hissed as the
water stung the bite mark. He wasn’t in the mood any longer to find his release
and he hated RIck for doing that to him. They had been doing this for two years
and his grandpa still refused to acknowledge what they were doing. As if it
wasn’t a big deal, then again maybe it wasn’t, Rick could have done this with
dozens of Morties in a dozen dimensions. It was not a pleasant train of
thought.
He was exhausted by the time he left the shower, his muscles were loose and he
chose to enjoy the feeling while it lasted because if the tenderness of his
hole and the bruises developing at his hips were any indications he’ll be sore
tomorrow. For now, he sunk into his soft mattress, far too large for one person
and closed his eyes
End Notes
     I have a place in hell reserved for me already so this is chill. I
     barely edited for mistakes so feel free to message me if ya see
     anything.
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