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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Rick_and_Morty, Gravity_Falls, Pocket_Mortys
  Relationship:
      Rick_Sanchez/Morty_Smith, Grunkle_Stan_|_Stanley_"Stanford"_Pines/Rick
      Sanchez, Dipper_Pines/Morty_Smith, Tambry/Robbie_Valentino, Lee/Nate_
      (Gravity_Falls)
  Character:
      Rick_Sanchez, Morty_Smith, Grunkle_Stan_|_Stanley_"Stanford"_Pines,
      Dipper_Pines, Mabel_Pines, Summer_Smith, Beth_Smith, Jerry_Smith, Lee_
      (Gravity_Falls), Robbie_Valentino, Nate_(Gravity_Falls), Tambry_(Gravity
      Falls), Wendy_Corduroy
  Additional Tags:
      Miami_AU, Miami_Rick_(Pocket_Mortys)_-_Freeform, Miami_Morty_(Pocket
      Mortys)_-_Freeform, Crossover, Crossover_Pairings, Abusive_Relationships,
      Recreational_Drug_Use, Implied/Referenced_Character_Death, Implied/
      Referenced_Suicide, Drug_Dealing, Incest, Daddy_Kink, Slow_Burn, Morty
      has_some_weird_obsession_with_the_beach, Rick_has_no_morals, Aged-Up
      Character(s), Morty_is_17, Rick_is_47
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-12-13 Updated: 2016-12-25 Chapters: 3/? Words: 6578
****** Lovin' You Is Free ******
by Virus_Tripped
Summary
     Dear Summer,
     I know you said to just call you, but I've lost my phone. Plus it's
     just easier for me to get this all out in one go.
     So how's the jewellery business going? I got the stuff you sent me,
     it's beautiful. I'm glad to see you're doing well.
     The house is so strange now, as if it's not the one we grew up in. I
     decided to book a room in a motel for tonight because I can't bare
     being here alone.
     Tomorrow I'm off to stay with Rick (our grandpa on mums side) and I'm
     mildly shitting myself. Did you ever meet him? Or did he leave before
     she had you?
     I just hope he's nice..
      
     Love,
     Morty x
Notes
     This fic has been sitting around going nowhere for a long time, so I
     figured it was high time I uploaded my humble offering for this
     sinful fandom. Miami Rick and Miami Morty are just too delicious to
     resist writing about, so I hope this does them some justice.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** A Morty Finds His Rick *****
Warm afternoon sunlight filtered through the glass doors of the airport. The
air outside was thick and hot. It had started to rain. A group of young locals
lounged outside the doors with their luggage, sharing a cigarette. Shuttle
buses picked up large hoards of tourists; it was a busy time of year for
tourism. Screaming children, cameras clicking, laughter and crying, the airport
echoed with the sounds of life. 
An empty take-away coffee cup rattled its way into a bin. Morty sighed audibly,
the coffee had been terrible. He stooped down to tie his shoe laces, the knot
kept falling loose and tripping him. As he stood, he jostled a passer-by, who
glared rudely as they flounced off, not even giving Morty so much time as to
say sorry. He just shrugged it off. His confidence in these sorts of situations
had come a long way in the past few years. It had had to.
The clack-click, clack-click of Morty's suitcase as it rolled along behind him,
lulled him into a mindless state. He hadn't brought much with him, just some
basics and essentials, like clothes, his laptop, chargers, certain documents
like his passport, and some cash. Everything else he and summer had owned had
been sold and the money split between them. Beth had no need for it. He
continued to mull over everything he had brought with him, and double check in
his head what exactly he had needed. He then began to mull over his now long
gone possessions. Things he had owned since before he was even born; all gone.
Something broke his train of thought and he looked up from the ground. He had
made it to the drop-off zone. He scanned the area and found a vacant bench with
a clear view of the cars driving past and pulling over. As Morty's backside
made contact with the bench, a droplet of water splashed onto his cheek. "F-
Fuck!", Morty shot up and groaned, how had he not realised it was raining?
Another frustrated groan made its way through parted lips. "Oh w-well, I'm al-
already s-soaked enough a-as it i-is". Morty continued to mumble to himself as
he slowly sat back down onto the wet bench. As frustrated as he was by his lack
of shelter, he knew he had a good position to look out for Rick. Cars came and
went, people were picked up and dropped off, and Morty watched as slowly fewer
and fewer people were getting picked up, and fewer and fewer people were
getting dropped off.
It had gotten dark. The temperature had started to drop, but not enough for it
to be noticeable; unless you'd been standing still in the open air for as long
as Morty had been. A shiver ran down his spine. The airport was different at
night. The darkness had enveloped it, curling around every surface, licking the
edges of where light cast pathways through the gloom. The hair on the back of
his neck stood up straight, his whole body preparing to flee if need be. A
sound caught his attention. Footsteps. He turned to find the noise. A large
silhouette of a person stepped into a beam of light, and suddenly everything
seemed a little brighter to Morty. "Rick?". Morty didn't notice the look on the
security guards face as he uttered that name. Morty shook his head to himself,
there's no way that this guy could be Rick, he didn't work here. Morty then
wondered where Rick did work, did he even work? If so, Morty wondered what he
did. The security guard walked over to the anxious looking teen. "What's the
story kid? You making trouble here?", the security guard chuckled a little to
himself, the kid looked too antsy to be causing any sort of trouble here. "Yo,
kid?", Morty snapped out of his own thoughts and looked back up at the security
guard. He frowned and sat down next to the lost looking kid. "My name's Stan,
is this Rick guy s'posed to be picking you up?", he moved a hand slowly down to
his phone and waited for the antsy teen to reply. Morty softened at the edges,
let the calming aura of this Stan guy lull him to a contented state. Stan had a
comfortable look about him. He was a stocky build, had a big nose and a warm
smile. Morty sighed, "H-hey Stan, m-my name's M-Morty. Rick w-w-was g-gonna
pick me up but I-I guess not... maybe h-he forgot." Stan held a concerned look,
anger bubbling underneath. Stan pulled his phone out of his pocket, "do you
have a way to conta-" Stan the security man was cut off by a loud engine and a
scrapping noise as a powder blue Cadillac hit the curb. Instantly Morty stood,
because somehow he knew, this was his Rick. 
"T-thanks Stan!" Morty ran off awkwardly, pulling his suitcase behind him. Stan
just chuckled and stood, waving as the kid threw his tuff in the car before he
turned and went to clock off for the night. 
===============================================================================
 
Morty didn't get a chance to admire the beautiful car because Rick was yelling
out of the window for him to "hurry the fuck up! You can gawk later!" He threw
open the passenger side door and threw himself, with his luggage, inside the
car. As Rick sped off, he sunk sleepily into the seat. It was so comfortable.
The interior was a slightly darker blue than the exterior of the car, and the
leather upholstery was soft against his back. The dash was a creme colour, or
maybe beige, it was too dark for Morty to see clearly. He struggled to stifle a
yawn and Rick glanced over at him. He'd had no clue just how tiring his day was
going be. He lolled his head lazily, still resting on the headrest behind him,
to look at Rick. They hadn't spoken and Morty suddenly felt very aware of
himself. All that confidence he'd built up; gone. His mind raced as he
struggled to form a coherent sentence. "H-hi Rick, n-nice to err.. to m-meet
you..", he trailed off and berated himself for being so insufferably awkward.
Rick made no attempt to look over at him and just hummed in agreement, his gaze
locked onto the road ahead. Morty suddenly found himself wishing for that gaze
to be burning holes into him, instead of the road. He shivered in disgust at
his own thoughts. Rick wound down the windows and turned the volume of the
radio up. Morty sensed that conversation was not going to happen so he turned
his attention to Rick. He took in his features, he had a strong jaw line, a
strong jaw- hell, all his features were strong! His eyes, Morty decided, were
something else entirely. There was something about them; they made Morty feel
all kinds of things he didn't quite know if he wanted to feel. His hair, a
blueish-grey, was swept wildly around by the wind, and Morty couldn't keep his
eyes to himself. This man was everything Morty had never known he'd wanted. And
god did he want Rick. Morty could only imagine what he looked like under all
those clothes. Lean, yet strong, he could tell that much straight away.
Probably hairy, but not a lot of it. Morty paused in his admiration as he
noticed the view behind his grandpa. He didn't know how long they'd been
driving, but suddenly he was acutely aware of where they were. Miami. He stared
in disbelief as beam after beam of brightly coloured light hit the car,
strobing across Rick's face, making him look.. cool? Morty couldn't find a word
to describe it exactly, but it did things to him. He shook his head and looked
again, past Rick, to the whole new world behind him. Shops were still open,
people were still out, Miami Beach just looked so alive. Palm trees wafted
their fronds listlessly in a warm breeze. For the first time in a very long
time, Morty felt happy, genuinely happy with life and where it had taken him.
Miami Beach, his new home? He could get used to this.
***** Rick is Never Humble *****
Chapter Summary
     Morty goes exploring
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Morty woke late the next morning. Soft light filtered through an open window to
his left, and a warm breeze wafted through his hair. He looked around, his
morning vision making everything appear hazy. The room was mostly bare, and the
walls were an off white, but it felt cozy to Morty. As he continued to take in
his surroundings he spied his suitcase at the foot of the mattress. His shoes
were laid out on top of it. Morty faltered, when had he taken those off?
Actually, when had he gotten into bed? Panic shot through him like a dart. His
head span as he struggled to make sense of where he was. This wasn't his house!
Where was Summer? Where was mum? Where was- Morty stopped himself. Summer
wasn't here, none of them were. He was alone, with a strange man, in a place
he'd never been before. Morty could feel the tears threatening to spill from
his eyes. He didn't want to cry, not again. Small hands rubbed angrily at soft
skin and he regained his composure. He looked down at his hands. They were wet
with tears he hadn't wanted, hadn't needed, to spill. A shaky sigh managed to
force itself through his lips. He stood slowly and walked carefully over to his
suitcase. He didn't know why, but he felt like if he moved any faster he'd
fall. Shoving his shoes to the side, he unzipped his case and started rooting
though it, trying to find something clean to change into. A warn out yellow top
and denim shorts. Morty wasn't a fan of showing off his legs but he could tell
it was going to be hot outside so he'd just have to put up with it. As he
stooped over to pull on his shoes, he saw a door to his right. Excitement
filled him and he bounded over to it, all the sadness leaving him as he opened
the door.

"Wow..." Morty fell silent as he stepped into the en-suit. He'd never seen one
in real life before, only in tv shows and magazines. It looked new, and it was
bigger than Morty would have expected. The walls were tiled with sandy coloured
marble, as was the floor, and the shower was tiled with similar coloured stone.
It had a bench coming out the wall on one side, with an alcove just above that.
the shower itself was a rusty bronze colour and Morty couldn't wait to get in
it. There was a bathtub against the wall next to shower. It was free standing
and a towel rack hung on the wall just above it. Morty wondered if the rest of
the house was this beautiful. He decided to go find out.
He left the room and closed the door, before deciding to leave it open so he
wouldn't forget which one it was. There were five other doors on either side of
him in the hallway he now found himself in. All were identical. All were
closed. Morty had always been a curious kid, so he ended up deciding to be the
snoopy brat he really was, and made his way to the closest room. He opened the
door, and he saw a bedroom, almost identical to the one he had woken up in. It
looked lived-in, there was the odd shirt or sock splayed about the floor, and
the bed was unmade. As Morty continued to look around the room, he realised
this must be Rick's room. His blood ran cold as he thought about Rick walking
in and finding him snooping around here. He didn't seem like the kind of person
to take too kindly to that, so Morty made a quick exit. 
The rest of the rooms were comprised of a third bedroom, a study and a large
bathroom. Each room on this floor had a balcony, and Morty raced from room to
room, trying to take in all the different views the house had to offer. Morty
soon grew familiar with this floor and decided to go downstairs. His stomach
growled and he wondered what sort of food Rick would have. A small laugh
escaped him as he imagined Rick fine-dining at home, eating caviar and
truffles, drinking champagne, smoking cigars and wearing that tight blue shirt
that Morty wished he'd just take off- Morty stopped his train of thought before
it went places he didn't need to be. He shook his head, as if that would make
the sinful thoughts leave his brain. Morty took a deep breath to calm himself
and bounded down the stairs. The sound of his footsteps on the stairs echoed in
his ears, and through the house. The stairs took Morty to an extravagant
kitchen/dining area. It looked... brand new. Morty wondered whether Rick ever
even used it. The thought made him deeply uncomfortable, what was the point of
having such nice things if you didn't even use them? He shrugged the thoughts
away, Rick probably just liked to keep it clean... Yeah, that was all.
At closer inspection, the kitchen was indeed just as spotless as Morty first
assumed. Everything shined; an ethereal glow bouncing and reflecting from every
surface. The island bench- a cool white marble- in the middle of the area was
empty, save for a single large bowl in the centre, holding fruit of various
kind. Morty smiled to himself before grabbing an apple. He bit into it and
savoured the slight tang as the juice mingled with his saliva. As he walked out
of the kitchen, his socked feet slipped slightly on the shinny tiled floor. He
laughed quietly before making a mental note to be careful around here as he'd
always been a bit of a klutz. The rest of this floor, he noticed, had the same
slippery, overtly shiny tiles adorning the floor. When he spotted the tv, he
gasped audibly, for it was certainly the biggest screen he'd ever seen in
someones home. It was like being at the cinema. The lounge room itself, where
the tv resided, was equally large and impressive. Possibly the messiest room in
the house, it appeared to be used frequently. The couch had slight imprints in
the cushions from people being sat there, and the coffee table in front of it
sported the remote, cups and plates and.. some other things. Morty turned away,
he decided he didn't need to know whatever that stuff was. If Rick took drugs,
then who was he to judge?  Speaking of Rick, he hadn't seen the older man
anywhere in the house. Morty felt a knot form in his stomach, was Rick okay?
Where would he-. "He's probably at work", Morty hadn't meant to speak out loud,
but he flinched as his voice cut through the thick silence. It didn't matter,
it wasn't like Rick should stop going about his day-to-day simply because he
had a stranger living in his house. In fact, why was Morty feeling so concerned
for the guy? He obviously knew how to take care of himself, all one needed to
do was look around to see that. 
After brushing aside all Rick-related thoughts, and finishing exploring the
house, Morty decided he should go out. He needed to get a better grip on where
exactly he was. Running through the halls he grinned as he skidded and bounced
into walls. The stairs creaked slightly under his weight as he ran up them to
his room. Grabbing his shoes and quickly tying them, he huffed slightly. He was
ready to explore Miami! Once he'd gotten to the front door, he gingerly opened
it. The air rushed inside and licked against his fingers and then his face as
he flung it open all the way. The air outside was thick and hot, just how it
had been yesterday. Making sure to check the address of the house, Morty let
the door slam behind him. Shit! He grimaced as he thought he heard a lock
click. Was he locked out? Morty headed off, down the street. If he had been
locked out it's not like he could get back in now so there wasn't any point in
freaking out about it. 
As Morty got to the end of the street, he found the street name and tried to
commit it to memory. Continuing to walk, he started noticing more and more
people walking around, coming and going, driving in cars and riding bikes. The
people of Miami Beach were beautiful. They were all tanned, tall and oozed this
sort of selfish confidence that Morty would give anything to have. He
immediately felt self conscious. He looked so out of place, a mere mortal
amount gods. Morty looked down at himself, he'd never really thought much about
his appearance or style, or rather his lack of it. Generally choosing comfort
over fashion, he'd barely ever given a second thought on what he wore. Seeing
all these effortlessly gorgeous people just going about their business made
Morty aware of just how much he needed a change in, well, everything. Being
here, in Miami, with Rick, was a second chance for him. Morty could be whatever
he wanted and no one would question it. This thought seemed to revive him; this
was good.
 
===============================================================================
 
Morty found his way to what he assumed was a shopping strip. He quickly busied
himself by going from shop to shop and trying on dozens of different outfits.
He left each shop exactly the same; empty handed. Really, he thought, I need
someone to tell me what looks good, if only Summer were here. Morty and Summer
had become quite close over the past three years, and he missed her greatly.
Feeling slightly defeated, he opted to get something to eat instead. As he dug
around in his pockets for his wallet, he realised he'd left it in his backpack.
Groaning frustratedly, he kicked at a bottle on the ground. He decided to make
his way home as there was nothing else here for him to do now. People walking
by chatted to each other and Morty found himself listening in on their
conversations as they walked by. "...and so I said to Stacie, get your head..."
"...Daren mate, just give me your phone and I'll...". Morty laughed to himself
as he imagined what they might have been talking about. As he kicked at the
bottle, he didn't realise he'd kicked it too far until he saw a foot kick it
back to him. Morty looked up and smiled at the person. The guy smiled back
before running off to join his friends who started jeering and giving the guy
shit. Morty just shrugged and continued walking. He had no idea how far he'd
gone until he caught a whiff of salt in the air.
"Shit! How long have I been walking the wrong way?!" Morty continued to mutter
to himself as he desperately wished he hadn't broken his phone, or had at least
bought a new one before he'd come here. He let out a big sigh and wondered what
to do now. He obviously had no idea where he was so was there even any point
going back the way he'd came? He walked a little further, and could now see the
beach. It wasn't so crowded, and people were starting to head home, but the sun
was yet to set so it was still light enough out.  So, he asked himself, am I
going to try and go home, while it's still light, or am I going to continue
this trend of making bad choices and go down to the water?
Chapter End Notes
     Oooo what a cliffhanger! I know it was a pretty tame second chapter.
     I had to re-write most of this chapter, and I'm still not sure I like
     it at all, but oh well, I may update it later. I'm sure it was a bit
     dull to read, but I gotta lay the foundations ya know. The next
     chapter will be better! I'll probably say that after every chapter,
     so hopefully that statement will be true.
     -- this chapter has been edited --
***** Rick To The Rescue *****
Chapter Summary
     Morty gets lost. Rick happens to be passing by.
Chapter Notes
     Merry Blumbus, fellow sinners!!! It is very fucking hot on this
     festive day and my wifi is down but I am dedicated to this fic!
     Hope you enjoy this early chapter. It's the longest so far and we see
     a lot more of Rick's POV, plus Morty's back story. Hope you all have
     a fantastic day today.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
The sand was warm between Morty's toes. Afternoon sun kissed his skin and a
salty breeze played with his hair. He stretched his arms up towards the sky and
a smile formed on his lips. He could faintly smell the scent of coconut tan
lotion and could hear music carried to his ears by the breeze. As he stood
there, watching the waves lap gently at the shoreline, a beachball rolled into
his line of vision. "Oi mate, pass it here!", a thick accent called out to him.
Morty stooped to grab the ball and then turned to face where the very nice
voice was coming from. The owner of said very nice voice had jogged over to
him. He was tall, tanned and toned, with shaggy blonde hair and bright blue
eyes. "Cheers mate," the nice voice guy took the ball from Morty's hands and
laughed, "my name's Lee, you new around here?". Lee tucked the ball under one
arm and thrust his free hand out towards Morty, who reached out to shake it
awkwardly. "Y-yeah, I'm M-Morty". Lee smiled and began to jog off, "see you
round then, yeah?". Morty waved awkwardly, "y-yeah!", and watched as Lee tossed
the ball towards a gloomy looking guy. He left Morty to stand there, flustered
and wanting. Once the sun had gone down, Morty decided now was probably a good
time to head back to Rick's house as he, Morty assumed, would begin to worry
about his absence. He hoped he'd manage to find his way, and started the
journey home. Home, huh? It didn't feel much like home to Morty.
Morty was never very good with directions, or getting from A to B, but this was
getting beyond tedious. He was sure that he was going in circles. Morty had, of
course, forgotten the address. Could he get anything right? His laces were
starting to come undone, just like he was. The little confidence he'd had was
steadily declining and suddenly he felt more lost than ever since his parents
divorced. He felt utterly defeated; it was dark, he was alone, no one knew
where he was- he didn't even know where he was! As the anxiety and fear
consumed him, he crumpled. He'd probably end up dead and raped and on the news
by tomorrow morning. They'd find him cut up into little pieces in a dumpster
somewhere, and no one would even know who he was. He wallowed in self loathing
and otherwise anxious thoughts until he heard a car slowly driving towards him.
This was it, he was going to get kidnapped! Goodbye cruel worl- The car beeped
its horn at him, pulling him out of his daze. 
A solitary sob echoed through the darkness as Morty saw one concerned looking
Rick stepping out of his powder blue Cadillac. "Rick!", Morty jumped up (since
when had he sat down?) and ran over to where Rick was standing. "Fucking-
fuck's sake Morty! Wh-AUGH-at are you doing sitting around in- in the dark?!"
Rick sighed exasperatedly and pulled Morty into a strong yet welcoming hug. He
then roughly pushed Morty into the passenger side. "Making me f-fucking, w-
OUGH-orry 'bout you," Rick continued to mumble annoyedly as he got into the car
and drove them both home. 
Morty could still feel Rick on his bare skin. He shuddered at the thought. Was
it so wrong to find him attractive? Yes. Of course. It was wrong, wrong and
disgusting, he should be ashamed. Yet Morty had never been so certain of
anything in his life...
He wanted Rick.
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Safely inside, Rick watched Morty traipse up the stairs, before making his way
to the kitchen. His eyes lingered on Morty's ass for a bit longer than
necessary. The kid had been on his mind constantly since Rick had been notified
that Morty would be staying with him. Rick had also, over the years, wondered
how his daughter was, and how her family was doing. It hadn't come as a shock
though, when he was informed of the situation they'd ended up in. Jerry had
always seemed a little off to him, but still... He rummaged through the fridge
and pulled out a beer. Morty had played on his mind since he had first met him
at the airport. There was just something about the kid. Rick had liked the
looked of him, especially that first meeting, all wet and flustered as he threw
himself into the car. It made Rick think bad things. The kid obviously didn't
realise how attractive he was. As he rested against the bench top in the middle
of the kitchen, he opened the beer and downed half the bottle quickly. It had
been a busy day, and he just wanted to- his phone buzzed in his coat pocket. It
was a text from a client, 'where are you? I need it tonight!'. Rick sighed
loudly before putting the beer down on the bench and walking out of the house.
Hopefully this wouldn't take long, he didn't want Morty all up in his business
when he got back. The client was meeting him in an old carpark, unused now
besides these sorts of dealings. Once Rick arrived, they exchanged pleasantries
and his client, Krombopulos Michaels, asked him about the kid. Rick had, at an
earlier meeting, discussed the situation with him. They had known each other,
through Rick's business, for a long time. Rick knew he could trust Krombop',
even though there was always a chance he might be hired to kill Rick. Krombop'
nodded at Rick gratefully as he took the brief case from him, "I'm glad the
kid's safe Rick, hope you're keeping well also". Rick just gave a curt nod and
waved as his client walked off into the night. He turned the key in the
ignition and hummed in satisfaction as the radio buzzed to life, soft lilting
music flowing from the speakers as he sped off, all too keen on getting home
and staying there. 
"And that, folks, was Art Deco by Lana Del-" Rick turned off the engine and
quickly snuck inside. The house was quiet. Hopefully Morty had fallen asleep.
He just shrugged before walking up the stairs, too done with the day to even
finish his beer. As he turned to go into the main bathroom, he was suddenly
aware of soft noise coming from the room next to him. Morty..? Rick was
intrigued. He walked over and pressed his ear to the door, not wanting to
simply assume things. It was too quiet to make out, but he was pretty sure he
was masturbating. He should go and give the kid some privacy. However, as he
turned to leave, he thought he caught a word- a name rather. His name! He
brushed it off, must have imagined it- but there it was again, clear and damn,
why did that sound so fucking good?! 'Fuck I want him..' Rick groaned as his
dick pushed against his pants. He quietly laughed to himself, not sure how he
felt knowing that the attraction he felt to the kid wasn't one-sided. Smirking,
he walked off to the main bathroom, and went into the shower. Maybe he could
have some fun with this...
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Morty bit his lip hard and whined Rick's name softly as he pushed himself over
the edge and came in his hand. It hadn't been nearly as satisfying as it would
have been, had it been Rick's hand in the place of his own. He'd been so
unconsciously desperate for Rick's touch, and when he finally got it, it had
undone his resolve, and he had caved to his primal instinct. Morty was
embarrassed to admit this attraction to himself, but it was better to be sure
of it, so he could hide it better. If he slipped up and did something, he
couldn't bare to even think about it. The shame and guilt he felt would only
double because, of course, Rick would judge. He'd be disgusted in Morty. For
Morty, he wasn't ashamed about the age difference, or the fact that they were
both male; it was the fact that Rick was his grandfather, and the only family
he had left that wasn't (he hoped) bat shit crazy. As Morty continued to stress
over and justify his attraction to Rick, his thoughts trailed off to Rick and
where he'd gone off to. Of course, he had noticed when Rick had gone out, but
he hadn't heard him come home yet. Just as he realised this, he heard a door
open, and moments later the shower of the main bathroom started up. When had
Rick gotten home? Morty wondered if he'd heard, and if so, how much?
He imagined Rick, standing outside the door, listening to him, stroking himself
through his pants, puffed out and- Morty's dick started to stir again. He
groaned in embarrassment and got out of the bed. He really needed a tissue or
something…
Morty had opted to have a shower, it was just easier. The water was cool on his
hot skin and he beamed as his body temperature dropped to a more palatable one.
The house had gotten hot during the day, and had trapped all that heat inside,
making the air inside just as uncomfortable as the air outside. As he washed
the sweat and semen off of his skin, all his conflicting thoughts and emotions
washed away as well. If he was attracted to Rick, then that was that and there
was nothing he could really do. He'd just have to hide it and make sure
he never acted on it. He'd just have to jerk off to Jessica or something.
Laughter spilled from him as he thought about her. A week before he moved here,
he'd told Jessica about how he'd used to love her so much, and she'd told him
that she'd always had a thing for him. They ended up exchanging numbers, but
decided that they were better off being friends. She was still in a
relationship and he'd moved on for the most part.
Remembering Jessica stirred up memories that Morty wasn't sure he wanted right
now. The move to Miami had been a spur of the moment kind of decision.
Obviously Morty hadn't just decided to move and do it all in one day, but it
was done in a rush, and he hadn't gotten much of a say in it. If he'd been able
to choose what happened, he'd have asked Summer if he could move in with her.
When he'd been talking with child services, they'd 'recommended' that living on
his own, before he was eighteen, was not the best choice and that living with
Rick would be beneficial for a few years. It was sort of like an interim, until
he finished school and got a place of his own. Honestly, he wished he could
just stay at home, but they'd had to sell the house to cover the funeral
expenses. 
Fuck it, he didn't want his last waking thoughts tonight being about Jerry.
He'd tried to detach, but it was so fucking hard. Especially now during this
transition, when what he needed most was the love and support of a family he
didn't even have anymore. Although, had he ever really had love or support from
either of them? Morty didn't know who he hated more, Beth or Jerry. They had
certainly hated themselves and each other enough to cover any hateful feelings
their children could direct at them. He could feel all the suppressed emotions
forcing their way to the surface, and he rested his head and forearms against
the wall of the shower. As tears started to fall, he released a sob that would
have wrenched at even the hardest of hearts. The water poured over his back as
he shook and sobbed into the cold wall. All the events of the past couple of
years hadn't really registered in his head until now. When his parents had sat
Summer and him down, the news had flown straight over his head. He'd always
assumed it would happen at some point, but he didn't realise what it had meant
for him. Summer was about to move out and he was struggling in school now that
there was no older sister watching his back. Once she had left, his whole life
became a total shit show. The divorce was the easy part. Beth and Jerry both
wanted it, so they, along with their lawyers, managed to sort things out. Jerry
had had to stay living with them for a while before he found a place of his
own, so that had been an awkward three months. They had both seemed, Morty
thought, pretty stable, but then again Morty wasn't the best judge of others. 
After Jerry had moved out, to live with his parents, Morty had watched
helplessly as Beth just deteriorated in front of his eyes. He watched his
mother drink herself to the brink of death, and he hadn't known how to help. As
the bottles piled up, so did the bills. She had quit her job- well, they'd had
to fire her after she tried to operate under the influence- so they had no
income to pay for anything. The little money she did have was spent away on
alcohol. Summer left, because it was too hard for her to watch as her family
destroyed themselves. Morty stayed. Where else could he go? Soon, he stopped
going to school. He spent his days working to support Beth and himself, but one
day she didn't come home. Often, she would take Morty's pay and go out to
drink. Sometimes she'd come home late- as in, three or four days late, so Morty
didn't stress too much at first, but as a week crept by, and there was still no
sign of Beth, he knew he had to act. So Morty went out looking for her. He knew
all her favourite places, and eventually he found a note left for him in one of
the bars. It explained how Beth had had to leave because she couldn't bare to
be around Morty as he reminded her of her failure of a life and Jerry. It hurt.
She had called him and Summer and everything she'd ever done in her life a
failure. He didn't care too much about Jerry, because he agreed with her that
yes, he was a failure of a human. 
Morty had tried to file a missing persons report but the police said there was
nothing that they could do because she was a grown woman making a clear
decision. They said if she hadn't left that note then maybe they could have
done something. They told Morty the best thing he could do was move in with
relatives and wait for her to come back, because they assumed that she would.
So he did. He packed up his things and moved in with Jerry and his parents and
their lover. This was fine for a few weeks, but Beth didn't come back. Morty
hadn't really wanted her to, but he was worried and felt guilty because of
this. Jerry was miserable, so Morty didn't tell him about Beth leaving. But one
day, they got into a fight, and it slipped out. Morty couldn't remember what
the fight had been about, but it had gotten heated, he'd thrown something, and
Jerry had threatened to leave.
"Well go on then! Fucking do it y-you piece of sh-shit! Mum already- already
left me, so go on and leave!" Morty shouted at the wall and fell to his knees
as he came to a thought. What if he was the reason Jerry had done it? What
would he have done if he hadn't yelled that? Hadn't told him to do it? Morty
knew though, knew that if he hadn't said anything about Beth leaving, that
Jerry would have just sulked and been kind of okay. It was his fault. But his
parents had always been selfish, not selfish enough to go have their own lives,
but selfish enough to make it Summer and Morty's problem that they couldn't. So
when Morty found Jerry, crumpled on the floor of his room, he knew it was for
totally selfish reasons. He could read it, all over that dead expression. Jerry
was pleased with himself, he was saying, 'I didn't really want to do this, but
I know how much it'll hurt you and I always have to get the last laugh because
I have a superiority complex over your mother and I need to win to prove that
I'm not so totally pathetic'. All of this was Morty's fault. And the worst part
was, he didn't know what he'd done, or if there was anything he could've done
to fix it.
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Rick only needed a quick shower, and stepped out shortly after he'd gotten in.
He could hear Morty's shower running and he just dismissed it before drying
himself off and wrapping the towel around his waist. "Time f-OUGH-or bed," he
yawned and stepped out of the bathroom, into the hall- A sudden shout stopped
him in his tracks and pulled him out of his sleepy daze. Morty?! Rick walked
over to his room and opened the door. The shower muffled over his sobs, but
Rick could hear them, tugging at a heart he hadn't been aware of having. Rick
didn't even question what was wrong with the boy, because he knew. How his
daughter could put her own child through such trauma.. well, Rick couldn't
really comment on that. He was no saint, and wanting to fuck his emotionally
unstable grandson was just the tip of the ice berg. He'd done so many things in
his life that most wouldn't even dream of. He'd hurt people- good people,
innocent people- to get where he was now. He'd killed, he'd stole, he'd
cheated, he'd lied, but the one thing he would never do was stay in a crumbling
relationship. A crumbling relationship like what his daughter put herself
through, because she was too selfish to think about how it might affect those
around her. For Rick, it didn't matter whether it was a business partnership, a
friendship, an alliance- it didn't matter, if it went up shit creek, he was
jumping ship. 
He didn't regret a lot of the things he'd done in his life, but he regretted
not instilling this way of being in Beth. Maybe if he had, she would have had a
better life. Rick shook his head and sat down on Morty's bed. There was no good
wishing for something that would never happen. Time travel just wasn't a
reality for Rick, and if he did somehow go back in time, who's to say he'd
survive? Rick's thoughts trailed off as the door to the en-suit opened and a
soggy Morty stepped out of it. Tears still trailed down the teens face and his
curly hair dripped down it. His skin was still wet and the towel he was holding
slipped a little as he saw Rick. 
Rick couldn't take seeing Morty in this way, so he stood and walked over to
Morty before pulling him into his arms. Morty gripped at Rick's shirt with
small fists and Rick walked them back to the bed. They sat down, with Morty
practically climbing into Rick's lap, and held each other for a very long time.
"Poor kid, w-what am I gonna do with you?”.
Chapter End Notes
     Oooweee well wasn't that something. I don't really know how that all
     works in one chapter but hopefully it wasn't too stop-start/choppy.
     Obviously Morty has some trauma that he needs to deal with in the
     next chapter, and Rick is going to try and help him through it. I
     also really want to do a shopping part, like Rick taking Morty
     shopping and spoiling him. I want to add more of the sugar daddy/
     Daddy Dom vibes to Rick in the next chapter. In this one it was more
     just him caring about Morty and getting pissed at Beth. I know I'm
     kind of giving Beth a lot of shit but I'll come good on that I swear.
     She's one of my favourite characters and I actually think she's a
     really good person in spite of everything. Anyways I'm rambling,
     enjoy your holidays and hopefully you'll stick around to this shit
     show unfold!
End Notes
     So for anyone confused, the summery of this work is the Prologue,
     which just gives a little bit of context as to what's going on.
     Also, sorry for the short first chapter! It looked a lot longer when
     I hand wrote it :c Next chapter will be much longer! And we get to
     see Ricks POV as well.
     (this wasn't edited, but will probably be at a later date)
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