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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:
      Incest, Voyeurism, Masturbation, Mutual_Masturbation, Anal_Fingering,
      RickMorty_Secret_Santa_2016
  Series:
      Part 1 of Nocturnal_visits
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-01-09 Words: 1878
****** Keep going ******
by mr_bulldops_trash
Summary
     He had installed the camera system for safekeeping.
     Getting a live feed of his grandson masturbating to a photo of him
     hadn’t really been a part of the plan, but Rick was nothing if not
     flexible.
Notes
     I wrote this as a Secret Santa fic for siren-of-the-dark at Tumblr.
     It's my first Rickmorty work, hope you guys enjoy it :)
See the end of the work for more notes
On a scale of brilliant ideas, from one to ”having a threesome while snorting
KLax at Blips ’n Chitz”, equipping every room in the Smith  house with
undetectable surveillance cameras was… pretty high up there, to be honest. Rick
congratulated himself again for good thinking as his eyes stayed glued on the
live camera feed on his computer screen. He had installed the camera system for
safekeeping – word around the Council of Ricks was that Zero Rick was reality-
hopping and trying to spread his shitty emo music files to the Smith family
computers in every timeline. That was an extremely solid reason to start spying
on his family, Rick had figured.
 
Getting a live feed of his grandson masturbating to a photo of him hadn’t
really been a part of the plan, but Rick was nothing if not flexible.
 
Still, he felt his ears growing hot and took a deep swig from his flask as the
show on the screen continued. Morty’s naked body, still a little awkward-
looking due to all the extra inches he had suddenly grown since his 16th
birthday, was squirming and flexing on the bed. His laptop, the only source of
light in the room, sat a little tilted next to his pillow, and on its screen
was unmistakably a photo from Jerry’s recent 40th birthday party. Rick
remembered the moment the photo had been taken – he had thrown some
particularly smartass comment about the general patheticness of Jerry’s life,
and Morty had burst out laughing, and Rick had ruffled his hair approvingly,
and that’s when Beth had snapped the photo.
 
Now Morty was staring at the photo through half-lidded eyes while stroking his
cock with one hand and running the fingertips of the other over his chest. He
was biting his lip as if to stay silent, but since Rick had been too cheap to
buy cameras that captured sound, he had no idea if it was working. Rick
realized that his nose was about two inches away from the screen, and stole a
semi-guilty look around the garage. He had minimized the other camera feeds on
his computer as soon as this sinful display had begun, and forced himself to
check them again, to tell himself that he didn’twant to keep watching his
goddamn grandson like this.
 
Everything was normal around the rest of the house; Beth and Jerry slept in
their bedroom, Jerry on his back so probably snoring, and Beth with an empty
wine glass on the bedside table. Summer’s room was empty, its former inhabitant
away in college. Every room of the house, as seen through the night vision of
the cameras, was in a completely normal night state. Only Morty was disturbing
the peace of the house – and of Rick’s mind. There was an unmistakable heat
gathering between his legs, and he cursed out loud. ”For – for fuck’s sake,
Morty. Why would you – why don’t you jack off to some chick with big tits, like
a – like a normal kid?”
 
As if trying to answer him, Morty turned to his side and started to caress his
ass with the hand that wasn’t busy squeezing his dick. Slowly, gently, he slid
one finger over his hole and mouthed something. Rick would have known the word
even if he weren’t a skillful lip-reader; he had seen Morty’s mouth say his
name enough times that he would have recognized it anywhere.
 
He stood up and put the computer to sleep. All of this was wrong. It was wrong
that his grandson was masturbating thinking about him. It was wrong that it
turned him on more than any other shit he had seen and done in decades. It was
wrong that he wanted to storm into Morty’s room and ravish him right then and
there. Horribly wrong.
 
But the only wrong that seemed to fully register in his mind right now was the
lack of sound. He wanted to hear this with his own ears. Rick took a moment to
adjust his growing erection more comfortably in his pants and then headed
upstairs, his steps silent enough not to disturb the slumber of the house.
 
*
 
”Riiick…” there was a tremble in his quiet moan, and Morty wouldn’t have been
able to tell if it was due to arousal or fear – the sickening fear that someone
might hear him and know what a terrible, gross weirdo he was. Nobody knew.
Nobody could know. Nobody even knew he was gay – but that wasn’t the issue.
Jesus, if his only problem had been coming out of the closet, he would have
danced with joy. It’s not like his family was exactly average anyway.
 
But fantasizing about his own grandfather – jerking it to him – feeling things
for him – that was just way too fucked up. His parents would be so horrified.
And Rick… Rick would be disgusted. No. Don’t think about that. With a sigh,
Morty pushed reality away and dipped the tip of his middle finger inside his
ass. He imagined it was Rick’s, that the hand sliding over his painfully hard
cock was Rick’s, and he whined.
 
*
 
Rick’s heartbeat in his ears was almost drowning the little pants and sighs he
managed to catch through the closed door. Now he could hear, but not see. That
sucked. The throbbing of his dick told him that he would absolutely need to
see. Morty’s door was locked, of course, but that was barely even an obstacle
for a genius scientist such as Rick. With nothing more than a faint little
whirring of one of the mysterious devices he carried in his lab coat pockets,
the lock opened silently and instantly. Rick peeked in and his throat went dry.
 
Morty’s ass was facing the door, perfectly round pale cheeks framing a
puckered, reddened hole. Morty was currently holding the cheeks apart with one
hand and squeezing lube along the crack with the other. He was on all fours,
face against the pillow, and Rick could see his balls tightening and his cock
twitching as the cold lube hit his skin. Morty threw the tube aside, put one
hand against the bed for support, and started to finger-fuck himself slowly.
”Rick,” he whispered again, out of breath, ”fuck me, Rick…”
 
Five feet away, Rick almost came on the spot. Jesus. Jesus. This was
impossible. This was a very special wrong, twisted, fucked up kind of
impossible that he would have to get far away from, immediately. And yet, he
stepped in and closed the door behind him. Morty, his senses heightened in his
aroused and anxious state, noticed the shift in the air of the room and his
fingers stopped moving. He strained his neck to look behind him and found his
worst fear realized when his eyes met Rick’s. His stomach seemed to send a jolt
of freezing panic throughout his body and his jaw dropped.
 
Before Morty could utter a single syllable, Rick brought a finger to his lips
and gave him a warning look. ”Don’t… say… a f-fucking word,” he said with a low
voice – a warning, but a soft one. He stepped closer to the bed. Morty, looking
like he might cry, scanned him nervously up and down. The teenager’s eyes
widened when Rick reached his hand and touched his fingertips to Morty’s
shoulder. Slowly, lovingly almost, he slid his fingers down Morty’s back, all
the way to where two of his fingers were still deep inside his asshole. Rick
closed his hand gently over Morty’s wrist and the boy moaned, pre-come dripping
from his dick. Embarrassed but too freaked out to move, he hid his face in the
pillow. Rick smirked. ”Keep going, Morty.”
 
Morty’s poor brain almost short-circuited. What was happening? Rick watching
him jerk off? Not repulsed, but telling him to keep going? He arrived to the
conclusion that he must have been dreaming. So it was okay to keep going. This
isn’t real. He’ll wake up any minute. Keep going. The older man’s hand let go
of his wrist and he resumed the process of sliding in and out of his tight
hole. Morty could feel his face reddening against the pillow, but didn’t stop.
At the sound of a zipper, he looked up. Rick’s face was red as well, but it was
not his face Morty’s eyes were fixed on, it was the extremely erect cock that
Rick was slowly stroking.
 
Morty moaned with delight and his cock leaked, droplets of semen falling on his
sheets. ”T-turn on your back,” Rick whispered, and Morty obliged in a
heartbeat. He kept his eyes on Rick’s erection and could feel Rick’s eyes
following the movement of his fist as he stroked his own. Rick was bigger than
he had imagined. He wondered what that cock would taste like, and whimpered,
already painfully close to coming. He could see the older man speeding up. The
wrongness of the situation was easier to push aside when Rick’s pants and
grunts above him were turning more desperate by the second. Fingers deep in his
ass and the pressure rising inside him, Morty gasped: ”Rick… I’m going to, to
–” He looked up and met Rick’s eyes, and that did it.
 
Rick watched Morty’s body tense as the orgasm hit him, the white spurts of come
hitting his stomach, and that’s all it took for him to climax as well. Heart
hammering in his ears and eyes closed, he heard Morty let out a little ”Oh” and
knew that the sound would haunt him until he died. He opened his eyes to see
Morty taking deep breaths and blinking up at him, his chest and jaw sprayed
with Rick’s semen. It was too much, and Rick had to sit down on the bed. Morty
scooted quickly to make room and sat up hugging his knees, feeling awkward now
that the weight of the situation was starting to dawn on him.
 
Neither of them could think of anything to say. Rick took a glance at the
computer by Morty’s pillow that was still displaying the photo he had been
jerking off to. Morty’s face in it was flushed with laughter, his body leaning
slightly into Rick, who had pulled the teen closer to mess up his hair. Rick’s
expression in the photo was relaxed and happy as he looked down at his
grandson. Seeing it made something twist a little in the pit of his stomach.
 
Suddenly, the computer’s energy-saving mode kicked in and the room turned
completely dark. While Morty’s eyes were still struggling to adjust, he felt a
determined hand grab his jaw. Before he could form a sound, Rick’s lips met his
own. Just for a second, too fast for him to react. Then the familiar, raspy
voice in his ear: ”Goodnight, Morty.” Then a weight lifting off the bed, Rick’s
soft footsteps, opening and closing of the door, and he was gone, leaving Morty
alone with his racing mind and the semen drying on his skin.
 
Making his way through the dark house, Rick took a large gulp from his flask
again. He would have to deal with all this at some point. But first, before the
guilt would catch up with him, he had a certain surveillance video tape to
watch.
End Notes
     See the sequel 'Nightmare Catcher' to see how the duo manage all this
     awkwardness...
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