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  Rating:
      Explicit
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  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Rick_and_Morty
  Relationship:
      Rick_Sanchez/Morty_Smith
  Character:
      Rick_Sanchez, Morty_Smith
  Additional Tags:
      Shower_Sex, sexts, ITS_SEX_BABBY!, rick_has_feelings_too_y'know, Dubious
      Sex, morty_always_sets_himself_up, Spanking, sybiatric, hedonistic_boyos,
      incestuous_customs, Horny_Teenager, Grandpa_Kink, Nudes, noots, FUCK
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      Published: 2017-11-04 Chapters: 3/3 Words: 3578
****** Hijacked ******
by Sentimental_being
Summary
     Morty can't be alone with his thoughts, especially after explicitly
     watching some conspicuous porn...
Notes
     I feel like this story is pretty tacky, not that it isn't good, I'm
     just textually weird~
***** Sexts I *****
Throughout the entire day, Morty laid in his room watching Rubhub, exhausting
his energy out until boredom replaced his thoughts. No better fap quality than
one with an older guy. He sat on the sofa, heaving in a sigh, relaxing his worn
shoulders. They sagged until he gradually sunk into the cushion. Everyone was
gone, even Rick surprisingly. Instead of masturbuating to older men, he
could've gone to family therapy as everyone planned. Morty groaned inwardly to
himself as he pulled his phone out. What to do.... Maybe if he texted Rick,
that'd subdue his boredom. Of course Rick wasn't interested in listening to
someone- he hated anyone or anything that had an established set of rules. Why
waste time sitting and pouring all your personal life out to a complete
stranger? Morty contemplated for a quick second and set forth to texting his
grandfather.
'Hey, Rickk!'
There wasn't an immediate reply like Morty thought there would be. Usually
Rick's skilled and deft fingers moved swiftly whenever he did anything with
them. This time, not so quite, but maybe he is cooperating, possibly
criticising the therapist though. The young boy rolled his eyes, pulling
himself up from the sofa. "Wow, you couldn't even talk to-" Morty froze midway
through, even though he wasn't talking to anyone in particular, his phone
vibrated against his leg. He cringed and whipped it out hoping it was his
grandfather even though he complained about Rick being remiss ten seconds ago.
Whew, okay. Morty sighed vaguely.
'Little shit?'
"Wow." Morty mentally slapped himself for being over reactive of the
repercussion. Rick spent all his time doing whatever and replied with that? It
didn't bother Morty, just enlightened his strange fascination of Rick. The
living room held a very nebulous atmosphere which affected Morty's actions and
feelings. Somewhere deep inside him, he wanted to kill himself for these
incessant thoughts. These gross, sick thoughts.
'I wanted to come' He wasn't lying. A shaky breath escaped as he carefully and
hurriedly typed in the next sequence to this unceasing torture he was leading
on. He didn't want Rick to say anything after he did or it'd ruin the
alternation between them.
'rick, im' throbbing.' Morty stared at the text he just sent to his
grandfather. Feeling reluctant and weird, he cringed and slid his phone
vertically away from him as it toppled off the couch.
Morty shuddered and walked to the kitchen to drain his thoughts with a nice
glass of water. He pictured Rick standing not to far from him as he gawked at
his slim body. His naked body. Morty made a disgusted face and insistently
approached the sink, immediately splashing himself with freezing water. He
licked around his lips in a slow circular motion, collecting all the water as
he swallowed it. If only Rick were to see him in this emotionally fucked in the
ass bubble.
Slowly these messages were turning him into a freak just thinking more about
it, especially after he watched that very grasping porn video. He really
shouldn't be making excuses for ‘hormones’ being the blame for his actions.
The teen ran, jumping two feet across the air as his face landed squarely into
the couch. He positioned himself comfortably and picked his phone up from the
ground. An uncomfortable feeling swept through him when he turned his phone on
to see an inbox displayed on his screen of a message from Rick. Thank heavens
his settings were adjusted, then anyone could've seen what Rick sent.
Morty thought about sending him a dick picture, but maybe it'd be way too soon.
He knows all too well this is against his morals, but fuck it. Morty, being as
pessimistic as always, thought the message from Rick was going to go like this:
'Do you know how fucking sick that is? Wait till your mom hears about this!
This may be legal in fucking Kentucky, but not here!' But no, it was completely
opposite. Morty went bleak, going limp under the blankets he threw over him and
turned his phone off promptly. Maybe he was just hallucinating, he has been
feeling dizzy lately. The images vividly appeared again, but this time, it was
him sucking his grandfather off. The dazed youngster dubiously turned his phone
on and viewed the pictures that made him completely immobile from the universe.
Rick's cock was rigid inside his pants, as far as Morty could see because Rick
was gripping it. Rick's tight fitted slacks hugged the outlines of his veiny,
big dick as it pulsated to the side. Morty wanted to badly to strip them from
his body and lose his mouth virginity. It was silly as inexperienced as Morty
was, he was a little twink, that shit.
The next image was- whew- those glorious lips that worked wonders. Morty didn't
doubt em’. Rick sent only two lip-biting ones, and it was all worth it. He
sucked in his lip, giving a wicked creased wink to the camera. The last one was
him biting his lip as he angled the camera down to an unsheathed cock. The tip
was bulbous red and it seemed precum stained his slacks. Morty was rubbing
precum all over himself. The stimulation continued as he tried, but shakily
held onto his phone as he previewed the pictures of his grandfather's
unbefitting, yet pleasurable and entertaining pictures against his altered
self.
"Oh, Rick!" Morty irritatedly moaned, frustrated that his grandfather was
teasing him in such a forbidden way, unless he played dirty back, which he
could. Morty tilted his head to the side to glance onwardly with an immodest
look. He thought more about it, more about Rick. Why did he start having these
odd feelings about him?
***** Sexts II *****
Chapter Summary
     Irresistible.
Chapter Notes
     I know theres something wrongly phased in here, my bad I was going to
     fix it but I forgot. If you find something off, let me know.
There was a gnawing and agitating need of Morty to send pictures of him to
Rick. He'd always wanted to model, not that his mom would totally question his
sexuality if he did. She shouldn't anyway, her son was blossoming into a real
big...
*ping*
Morty's eyes were half closed as he continued to diligently stroke himself. He
didn't notice anything until his phone turned off due to inactivity. Morty's
eyes immediately widened once he saw an unexpected attachment. A video. "Shit."
Morty moaned into his arm as he bit into it. A twinge of blood seeped to greet
his tongue and he wanted to continue, but maybe Rick already sent him something
possibly more worthy of jacking off to.
Morty quickly contained himself and reluctantly clicked the video.
Once the video started, the background was clearly a bathroom. Rick gave a
brisk look into the mirror- probably admiring himself. Who wouldn't? He's a
god. Rick was exposed from the waist down, leaving only his lab coat on. Morty
appreciated how he left it on though, something about that made everything
stand out or remind him that this is the man who was a mad scientist of a
grandpa. Either way, he was a handsome devil. Morty even loved the way his
grandfather looked: sleepless, tousled, blue hair, or how his lab coat
undulated when Rick maneuvered back and forth to his mechanical devices or a
careless contraptions. Those bags under his eyes just from working day and
night to find the formula for whatever.
Rick groaned gravelly, snickering afterwards. Morty felt diffident just by all
the crazy self conscious thoughts that racked his brain. Maybe Rick can't
believe that he's actually sending nudes and next is a video? Morty was hoping
that wasn't the case anyway, because he did dramatize a lot. The camera
quivered, emulating his actions as his callused hand did high-tempo strokes. He
pointed it to the tip of his dick, possibly to tease Morty, which was working.
"Rick." Morty said in a hurried and breathless moan. He thrusted his dick into
his hand, synchronizing with Rick's increasing speed. It was all too much to
keep up with. Suddenly Rick set the camera down on the toilet seat, Morty
assumed, and gave a wry smile into the camera. "Your turn."
Morty was confounded by the sudden change of capacity. His felt exhilarated yet
his anxiety peaked. He never sent a nude or a video before. Maybe once, but he
never sent them to anyone. Only himself. Morty liked the way he looked. He
never discerned himself being "ugly" or "too skinny." There was enough meat and
fat on his body. Rick never called him out on his appearance. Though Morty was
surprised he atleast had a butt. Why was he so worried now? Since he wasn't
ashamed of his body it should go completely fine. His guts twisted now that the
thought occurred to him that it was his turn.
He really didn't want to leave his unfinished business. He was so very close on
the verge of coming. But fair is fair. Morty wanted to please Rick just as much
as he did him. The camera recorded Morty's slow and gentle strokes, hoping to
equally irritate Rick. A hefty moan filled the air after a hard thrust, causing
his dick to twitch to the sound. His hands moved in a more swift pace, unable
to control his speed. "Rick! I'm coming." He whimpered out pathetically as his
come jetted out onto his chest and painted his face. Continuing to pump his
dick until it softened, Morty took a picture of his face dripping with come.
Morty's fingers hovered above the send button for a while until Rick messaged
back with a question mark that possibly signified his impatience for the
concluded absence. He pressed send and his heart felt like it was going a
thousand miles an hour.
The day was going completely fine until Morty's stupid little thoughts started
rearing into him like a machine gun. What's wrong with him? This was his
grandpa. Lucky enough, his phone vibrated, knocking him out of his regretful,
doubtful thoughts. Rick's message came through. It was always a suspense to
Morty when Rick texted him. Sure, he'd call him a worthless piece of shit, but
atleast he was Rick's piece of shit.
'fuck baby. If I stayed home, i wouldnt be able to help myself with you'
'i cant wait to taste you when i get back. I wanna lik that come off your
pretty face and have you suck me off. Getting me hard and horny AGAIN just
thinking abt it'
*ping*
'Im so fcking hard it hurts ;)'
'I want you to ride my big fat dick'
'I bet you're getting hard just thinking about it'
These messages were all too overwhelming. But it did make Morty horny, just as
bad as it hurt Rick's dick thinking about him. Morty fantasized about what
they'd do and the different scenarios if he ever wanted to fuck him. Morty felt
his dick starting to stir up again. He gripped the couch and experimentally
grounded his ass against it. It was flat and soft, he wanted it hard and rigid.
Only he could dream and wish Rick were here. Holding him and fucking him till
he passed out into the night.
His phone vibrated against his dick. He swooped it up and almost choked on his
own spit.
'I'm home.'
***** Wet and Hot *****
Chapter Summary
     "Tonight, the only adventure you're on is your cusping manhood." -
     Rick Sanchez, [S01E11]
Chapter Notes
     It's getting pretty steamy in here.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
No way could Rick have gotten there so quickly in that short amount of time. Of
course he'd have something that might make you teleport or something! Rick was
that determined to see Morty. It was nice to know he actually wanted to see
him. Though Morty didn't care he was just another fuck toy to him anyway. If
Rick wanted to express his feelings, It'd be pounding it out on Morty sadly.
Morty looked out the window scarcely only to see Rick approaching the door
before running up the stairs to his bedroom. If Rick wanted to fuck him that
badly, he'd go after him. Morty checked himself in his phone's reflection. His
hair was matted with sweat which held a musky stench in the air. Gross. He
sneakily scampered to his bathroom and dipped inside the shower, turning the
knob to luke-warm. It hit his skin, rinsing his sweat and shame down the drain.
"Morty! I'm home, baby!" Rick's gruff voice called from downstairs. Rick
scanned the living room area just to be welcomed with silence. He scratched his
head numbly and sighed as he carried himself toward the stairs. "Fucking make
me go look for your ass." He sneered but bit down on his lip as the image of
his naked grandson appeared before him like a mirage. He reconsidered being an
asshole, and remained neutral.
Steam filled the bathroom with no haste. Morty bathed his body with sweet
coconut-scented body wash of Summer's. Why didn't they make these for men?
Isn't body wash supposed to be exclusively gender neutral? Would that be weird?
Morty withdrew away from his bickering inquisitive thoughts. Why was he arguing
about body wash? Maybe those were just the perks of someone who was clearly
incapable of a situation rearing into them at a time like this.
Rick's nostrils flared as he neared the bathroom. He was immediately directed
from the potent coconut smell Morty obviously coated his body with. Rick
chuckled gravely, brusquely opening the door to the distinct aroma-filled
bathroom. The compacted room held them precisely four feet apart and Rick broke
that separation within two strides towards the shower.
Morty was humming to himself a very melancholic hum. He touched his throat,
feeling it emanate a vibrational feel that raced to his dick. How would it feel
to get choked? His thoughts were interrupted by footsteps heading toward the
shower.
The shower curtains abruptly swept past him and his exposed body was greeted
with thrilling air. Rick turned the knob to the right until he'd reached the
break of its turn. The once warm water was then cold, causing Morty to take
refuge in the corner of the shower. “Rick! I'm s-showering.” Morty's body
didn't get so accustomed to the display of his skin and he started to shiver
quietly. “I'm cold, please make it warm!” His teeth clattered within the
silence between them until Rick smiled, causing Morty to freeze, not that he
wasn't already.
“You're fucking hard, just look at you.” Rick's pale expression was blunt, but
dampened from the steam wafting out of the shower. He chortled, making Morty
uneasy from the devious gleam in his aged eyes.
“You're either in or…” The adolescent drearily looked down at his erection
against his stomach. He wrapped his fingers around his dick, stroking it
arrhythmically. He uneasily popped his head up to look at Rick's settled
expression, baffled by his easiness to forget what he was going to say.
“I'm in.” The elder said it almost ironically, from his grandson’s unfinished
sentence. Not like the other option would've been better than being in the
shower.
The perturbed youngster scuttled to to reside himself below the nozzle of the
shower, half-expecting for it to blast him with cold water. Rick glanced at
Morty's nervous state and lavishly turned the knob to its past previous
setting. The older man stripped out of his clothes, dropping them carelessly
onto the wet tile.
“Turn around.” The voice expelled in front of Morty was thick with superiority
and exhortation. The teen slowly turned around, teetering his hands around the
edges of his ass awkwardly. Why was he so nervous? This was his grandfather.
Yes, this respected elder of a grandfather getting ready to fuck him.
Rick grimaced. “Cut that shit out.” He slapped his hands away from his ass,
deflecting a sharp ‘smack’ in the air. Morty's face contorted into mere
enjoyment. Again, Rick nearly missed his hands and aimed for his ass this time,
causing a red mark to appear suddenly.
Morty hysterically chuckled out of pain, breathless and tired. “Ow! Could you
stop, Rick!?” Morty moaned out when another coarse slap came against his ass.
The stimulation Morty was undergoing sent the elder's dick stirring to life
painfully. It didn't go unnoticed once it started to grow against him, which he
then discontinued his repetitive slaps and rubbed his cock, soaring his eyes
over his grandson’s body as he did so. The younger one dropped onto his knees,
commanded through the slight glare in Rick's demanding eyes. He tightened his
grip around his grandfather's erection, rubbing his balls, feeling them,
licking them until he worked his tongue to the tip and down to the base. Precum
dripped ampley underneath and slid down into Morty's careful mouth.
There was a silence between them, like one of them were waiting to say
something. Morty willfully forced himself down onto his dick until he gagged.
Rick groaned, grabbing a hold of Morty's head and craning it upwards so he
could look down at him.“Your mom was being all bitchy at me for not grabbing
you along.” His voice had a distasteful bitter tone to it as he thrusted
himself more inside Morty's mouth, still positioning his head so he could look
at him. Another gag erupted from Morty, trying to withstand the size lodging
itself inside his mouth, tears sprung to his eyes. “If I brought you and you
still hadn't had text me, we still would've been in this situation.”
The elder backed out of the younger one's mouth, chuckling as it bobbed out and
met his stomach.
Morty smiled, twisting one of his curls around his finger continuously, not
taking his red rimmed eyes from his grandfather’s.
“Really?” The adolescent’s big brown luxurious eyes spell bound themselves on
his grandfather. It felt weird to know that they still would've been in this
situation, but he still wanted to ask to be sure. Whenever Rick said something
that sounded meaningful or at least nice, it was hard to tell if he was being
serious and considerate about it.
Rick sighed greatly, as if he were deeply and carefully concentrating on what
to say before telling Morty. His grandson was very sensitive and so very
precious to him, Morty was even sucking him off just like Rick said he wanted
him to. “Yes, I love you that much we could have fucked anywhere, I honestly
don't care.” He suppressed a yawn before continuing. “If we ever got caught, I
wouldn't leave you...I'd be with you as we ventured the multiverse for a new
home.”
Morty truly believed Rick was being altruistic about expressively saying these
things to him. There's a soft side to everyone somewhere.
“Come on, get up so I can fuck you. You're making me soft, emotionally and-”
Rick motioned his hips upwards as his semi-hard dick bounced in the air. Morty
smirked, knowing all too well that he could transform Rick's emotions so
quickly like this.
The shower walls were wet from steam, but slowly dried over time. Morty's knees
felt weak once he stood up, he stabilized himself once grabbing onto the wall.
Almost slipping, Rick caught Morty by the waist and turned him around to face
him. “You're so clumsy. Little shit.” Morty covered his beet red face, too
embarrassed for Rick to see him that way whenever he called him names even
though it had no significance to him at all. Morty was clumsy, but it was so
odd for someone to call him out on it, especially his grandpa in such a
perverse way.
“Stop covering your face. You're so cute.” Rick's rough voice was heavy with
liquor but still sincere. He clasped his hands around Morty's wrist, moving
them away.
“Wrap your hands around my neck, babe.” Rick bluntly lifted Morty up. As he
did, Morty fumbled his hands to wrap themselves around his neck. His neck felt
tense but that was the least of his worries, Rick squeezed Morty's thighs,
raising them up so that Morty could envelop his legs around his waist.
Rick bucked up into him, his dick nearly brushing against his slick asshole. An
airy moan erupted from Morty and traveled to Rick's dick. Galvanizing him, he
easily slid into Morty's ass without warning. Since the body wash was lathered
everywhere, it produced a lube-like substance for Rick to easily accommodate
the teen's ass.
Rick moaned into his ear, picking up the pace as Morty held tightly onto Rick's
neck. “Rick, Rick, Rick,” Morty moaned our helplessly, clawing at his back
which whetted Rick's arousal. “F-fuck you're so fucking big!” A scream uplifted
inside the shrouded shower, causing it to sound dense. Rick smiled, biting and
sucking onto Morty's neck. It didn't matter to him how loud he screamed,
wailed, and moaned, it was all engulfed within the entirety of the house.
They both groaned when Rick fucked him harder against the slippery shower wall.
It almost seemed to Morty he wasn't sure he'd be able to hold onto him longer.
The water cloaked them, making Rick's thrusts not as painful as Morty expected.
It still felt like he was going to slip from Rick's grip, but he held onto him
as tight as he could once the pace quickened. Rick hastened, accelerating his
speed until he groaned, coming a profound amount of come inside his ass.
Panting into Morty's neck, he held onto him, dropping themselves onto the floor
of the shower.
Rick kissed Morty's head, brushing wet tendrils of hair from his face. They
lolled, still bundled together as Morty sagged against his body in a very
tiresome way. “Go to sleep. I've got you my baby boy.”
Chapter End Notes
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