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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      Rick_and_Morty
  Relationship:
      Rick_Sanchez/Morty_Smith, Rick_Sanchez/Original_Female_Character(s),
      Morty_Smith/Original_Character(s)
  Character:
      Rick_Sanchez_(Rick_and_Morty), Morty_Smith, Original_Female_Character(s),
      Beth_Smith_(Rick_and_Morty), Jerry_Smith, Summer_Smith, Jessica_(Rick_and
      Morty)
  Additional Tags:
      Underage_Sex, Incest, C137cest, Alcohol_Abuse/Alcoholism, Drunk_Sex,
      Implied/Referenced_Drug_Use, Drama, Introspection, Lots_of_Thinking, rick
      is_introspective, serious_fic, angsty, underage_drinking_kinda, but_not
      really_in_the_context, morty_is_introspective
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-08-13 Updated: 2016-08-17 Chapters: 3/? Words: 8482
****** Make Damn Sure ******
by VampyrePrince
Summary
     It's Morty's sixteenth birthday and everything is going great except
     for the obvious. It's boring. Rick makes plans to take Morty
     somewhere much more fun, and unintentional emotions and feelings
     arise from an awkward and drunken night.
Notes
     This is my first fan fiction for this fandom. I honestly never
     thought I'd see myself writing for this show but things kind of just
     happened. Hopefully my writing style fits. There will probably be
     more tags and things added as I write.
     I was already going to Hell, but this just throws me deeper into the
     pit I guess.
***** Chapter 1 *****
“You gotta blow neuughice and hard Morty.”

“Jeez Rick!”
“C'mon Morty, you can do better than that.”
Morty opened his mouth wide and took a deep breath. Everyone was watching him
in mock anticipation as he filled with embarrassment.
“Wait!” Summer put a hand on her brother's shoulder. “You have to make a wish
first or it doesn't count.”
Morty ignored her and blew hard. The candles flickered before smoke drifted
from the wicks and the room filled with applause and words of encouragement. He
drowned it out the best he could, but deep inside he was happy. He felt hot up
to his ears as a few presents made their way across the table, each person in
the room arguing over whose was to be opened first. “C-calm down guys.”
“Open mine first!” Summer shoved an envelope into his hands, which he promptly
tore open. 'Your sweet 16' was on the front.
“Summer this is – this is a girl's card.” His sister shrugged as she tapped
away on her phone.
“I thought it was cute, and you're sixteen anyway so it still means the same
thing.”
He sighed and opened the card to find a generous wad of bills laid out flat in
the crease. There was about fifty dollars in total. “You didn't have to give me
that much money, Summer!”
“I've got a good job, I'm not worried about it. Plus, you could use the extra
cash to buy some 'you know whats' for you and Jessica before you guys create a
problem.” She smirked as her parents sighed and Morty sunk into his chair. Rick
took another swig from his flask, unamused as usual. Morty decided to ignore
Summer and open the other gifts from his family.
He and Jessica had started dating a few months ago. They became good friends
after Morty managed to get the courage to speak to her, and after things with
her boyfriend went sour she started to hang around with Morty more than usual.
A part of him felt like he was just a rebound, but after the second night of
mind blowing sex he didn't really care. It was a consolation that they were
still dating a few months after that, so he felt secure enough to consider her
an 'official' girlfriend. His first real girlfriend anyway.
He was brought out of his thoughts by Rick, who had shoved a box across the
table. “You – you're lucky I eurghI like you Morty.”
He smiled and opened the box, his heart jumping into his throat as he gazed
upon the beautiful thing that laid before him. He carefully lifted the object
out of the box to look it over as if it were made of porcelain; his very own
portal gun.
“Oh no – no!” Jerry glared at Rick. “You did not just give our son one of the
most dangerous things you own.”
“It's only dangerous if – if you don't know what you're doing. Morty's been
eurgh Morty's been around long enough to – to know how to use the thing.”
“He's sixteen, Jerry.” Beth poured herself another glass of wine as she pleaded
with her husband.
“Sixteen is still a kid, Beth! Who knows what could happen if he – if he ends
up somewhere dangerous!”
“Don't get your pantiesin a twist, Jerry.” Rick took another swig from his
flask.
“Can I try it? R-right now?”
“Not in the kitchen!” Beth made a shooing motion with her hand. “You and dad
can try that thing outside.” Jerry made an almost inaudible sound of
frustration. “And when you get back we'll have cake.”
“Thanks mom!” Morty jumped out of his chair and exited the kitchen into the
garage, Rick following him close behind. Once safely out of earshot, he held
the gun out before him, getting a feel for it in his hand. “The places I could
take – the things I could show Jessica!”
“Woah woah there big boy. You can't – you can't just go around dragging
Jeurghssica everywhere.”
“Why not? It's my portal gun isn't it? You – you said I knew what I was doing,
so w-why are you-”
“Don't get a superiorrrity complex just because I gave you that thing, Morty.”
Rick smirked and slipped his flask into his lab coat. “You don't think I
eurghyou don't think I didn't have plans for today?”
“Plans?” Morty watched Rick curiously as he stepped close behind him and placed
his hand over top of Morty's to press down on the trigger. Morty cleared his
throat as a green portal came to life before them.
“Damn kid, you're almost as – almost as tall as me now.” Rick brushed by Morty
before grabbing his arm and pulling him into the portal, their family arguing
loudly in the kitchen nothing but an echo as they slipped through space and
time.
 
                                       *
                                        
The arguing faded into obnoxiously loud booming that was echoing throughout a
dark room. Morty took a moment to gain his footing before he realized he was
standing on a floor of flashing lights, more strobes flickering throughout the
large space. Strange beings were swaying back and forth to an electronic beat
that seemed to come from everywhere all at once, and it was in that moment that
Morty caught sight of where they were. He felt the heat rise to his ears as he
saw two cages lit up neon before them – two scantily clad alien women dancing
seductively behind the bright bars. Morty had to shout to be heard. “R-Rick,
where are we?!”
“This is your fucking party, dawg!”
“Wh-what?!”
Rick leaned close to speak into Morty's ear, the smell of strong alcohol on his
breath. He didn't have to lean over as far anymore. “Your party Morty! You –
you gotta admit this is beurghetter than that fuckin' lame baby shower back
there!”
“That's not nice Rick!” Morty felt guilty inside, but Rick wasn't going to
allow that guilt for very long. He pulled his grandson through the crowd and
over to a brightly lit and colorful bar.
“You're old enough to drink here, Morty!”
“Who said I want to drink?!”
“Yo, bartender!” Rick flagged down a rather attractive alien girl who would
have looked normal save for her purple skin with yellow freckles. She came
bouncing over, an impressive set of breasts popping out of her halter top. Her
green hair was pulled up into pigtails which further added to the indecency of
her image.
“Rick Sanchez! What can I get for you, baby?” She leaned over the bar, her
breasts resting atop the surface. Rick smirked and put a hand beneath her chin,
sliding a finger along her jawline.
“Maybe some of you later, but – but I got my grandson with me today.” He pulled
Morty up close beside him, squeezing the poor boy against his side. “Son of a
bitch is eurgh sixteen!”
“Is he now?” She giggled and flashed Morty a flirtatious gaze. He blushed deep
and tried to look everywhere but at the purple breasts exploding out of her
top, and found himself repeating a mantra of Jessica's name in his head.
“Should I make him something special?”
“The bestyou got, baby!” Rick finally released Morty and ordered some odd
sounding drink for himself, no doubt one of the strongest in the bar. A few
minutes later the bartender slid a colorful drink Morty's way. It was cold and
resembled those cheap souvenir sand bottles you got on vacation with the
rainbow stripes. He dared a sip through the straw and flavor exploded his taste
buds, the slush-like texture of ice, alcohol, and several space fruits sending
pure euphoria through his mouth. The bartender and Rick laughed as his eyes
widened in wonder.
“I think our little man likes it,” the bartender cooed seductively. Morty
nodded and took anther gulp before Rick tugged his shirt.
“Gotta – gotta take it eurghtake it slow Morty. Let's go fuckingdance!” Rick
grabbed his drink as did Morty and the two wandered out onto the dance floor,
Rick creeping close to the DJ. Poor Morty stood awkwardly sipping his drink in
the sea of drunk and high aliens, watching Rick as he gestured something to the
DJ. The music lowered suddenly and everyone in the room turned to the booth up
front where Rick was holding an oddly shaped microphone. “Heeeey how you all
doing tonight?” The crowd cheered. “Listen – listen. Today is my grandson's
birthday so we- we're gonna make it extra eurgh extra special!”
Morty took a large gulp and instantly regretted it as a brain freeze set in. At
least it took him away momentarily from the awkward embarrassment that was
claiming his entire body. He froze literally and figuratively, loving and
hating Rick at the same time. He tried his best to smile which resulted in a
crooked nervous smirk as part of the crowd turned to stare at him. The music
had picked up again and two alien women approached him as if on cue. They
looked similar to the cage dancers, which is who Morty suspected they were.
Rick joined them shortly after and grabbed a pink girl by the waist, spinning
her to press up against him. Their dance was indecent and slow despite the fast
beat, Rick's hands wandering to places that would normally have gotten him
slapped.
Morty couldn't help but stare, confused as to what all of these women saw in
his alcoholic, vulgar grandfather. The man always managed to pick up a girl
every other time they were out with no trouble, and he seemed to be, well,
skilledenough at whatever they did to warrant a reputation. There was
definitely something about Rick that Morty supposed to could be attractive,
mostly with his cool personality and slick comebacks. He was fun to be around
too he supposed, and when he threw a party it was crazier than anything you'd
see at a college frat house. Although Morty wasn't really much of a party
animal, he had to respect that about Rick. The man did have his selling points.
Morty began to tremble as a blue girl with short pink curls ran a finger down
his chest, giggling silently beneath the thud of the bass. She set her lips by
his ear and spoke just loud enough for him to hear. “Are you the birthday boy?”
“Y-yes.” He swallowed hard, the remnants of the fruity drink on his breath.
“What's your name, cutie?”
“M-M-Morty.” He jumped in surprise as she took his free hand and set it low on
her waist.
“Dance with me, Morty.”
“O-Okay.” He tensed as she spun around, his hand still on her waist as she
pressed her ass against him. “Oh – oh shit.” He closed his eyes and tried to
think of Jessica. Everything about Jessica. Her seductive gaze, her soft red
hair, her smooth blue skin- “Fuck.” Morty shook his head and became lightheaded
due to the alcohol as he looked for Rick, who was still dancing beside them. He
gasped as his alien woman moved in all the right ways, his body responding to
her without his consent. In an attempt to sober himself he watched Rick and the
pink girl. They were locked in a passionate kiss as Rick's hands slid just
beneath the hem of her shirt and back down, grabbing her ass and squeezing as
he pressed their bodies tight against each other.
Morty finished off his drink quickly and noticed that another girl had crept up
behind him, her skin also blue and her hair just as pink. She took the empty
glass and left his side, but returned a few minutes later with another of the
same drink. Morty knew he was in trouble. Whatever they mixed in that thing was
very strong and he was feeling it. To even think of finishing the second one,
which was just as big as the first, was to say goodbye to his last bit of
reason.
He took the first sip.
 
                                       *
                                        
Morty hit the couch hard, Rick bumping into him as he was pushed down beside
him. They were both pleasantly plastered by that point and relaxed back into
the white leather as the three girls began to sway. Morty attempted to survey
his surroundings and found that they were in a much quieter part of the club,
the dull thud of the music behind them just a recent memory. Soft lounge music
flowed through the speakers around them as the colored disco lights cast an
eerie glow over the large room, half walls separating small sitting areas
scattered about. There were other people around them that Morty could not see,
but at the moment he didn't particularly care.
One of the blue girls with pink hair grabbed his chin and turned his head to
focus on her and her partners, his eyes growing wide as the other two teased
the hem of their shirts, lifting them slightly before stretching them out and
sliding them above their breasts. Morty glanced at Rick who was in a drunken
haze, watching patiently with a lecherous smirk as the pink girl approached
him. She straddled his lap, giggling as she teased him for another kiss.
Morty returned his attention to the two blue girls approaching him on either
side, each having a leg over one of his. He wanted to tell them to stop, that
he had a girlfriend, but the words wouldn't come. Their hands were caressing
his chest over his yellow shirt, their lips trailing kisses across his cheeks
and down his neck. He didn't even think of Rick being right next to him; his
head was spinning with booze and lust. He could hear the quiet groans coming
from the other side of the couch, the sounds doing nothing to help ease away
the fire that had crept into his stomach.
“You're so cute, Morty.”
“Have you ever been with a girl, little man?”
“You can touch me if you want, birthday boy.”
All Morty could manage was a helpless groan, the sounds coming from next to him
turning him on even more. If he were sober it would have been enough to spoil
the mood, but for some reason he was responding to the noises, closing his eyes
to take in every wonderful sensation. The hands that were on him and sliding up
his shirt; the coos in his ears and the soft, firm feel of alien breasts in his
hands. Their fingers on his-
“Fuckyeah, baby.” Rick's voice broke through the haze and Morty opened his
eyes, glancing over to see the pink alien girl undulating her hips on Rick's
lap, their lips locked once more. As Morty watched them he felt his body tense,
his breathing becoming labored as the girls straddling him worked him out of
his jeans. His breath caught in his throat as he felt a warm hand wrap around
him, his stomach tightening as he felt on edge.
“Jeez, Rick.”He whispered the words as he watched Rick gently grab the girl's
neck he was fucking, her cries of pleasure indicating that it was what she'd
wanted. His other hand held onto her ass as she rode him faster, his teeth
clenched as he was clearly approaching his limit. Morty couldn't help but watch
as his hips began to rock and his hands squeezed whatever he was holding onto.
“I'm gonna – I'm gonna...”
“Fuckbaby. I'm gonna come.” Rick's words were drowned out by the sparks of
pleasure erupting in Morty's brain, his orgasm creeping up sooner than he'd
expected. He knew he was probably loud, that Rick could hear him, but he didn't
care. He moaned something that he couldn't make out in his own mind before
relaxing back into the couch and blacking out.
 
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     Morty just can't deal with the fact that he is attracted to Rick's
     voice, and possibly Rick himself.
Chapter Notes
     Thoughts, more thoughts, introspection, and smut.
“Hey – hey buddy.”
Morty jumped up as his vision cleared. He was sitting in his bedroom at home
and it was dark except for the crack of light pouring in from the hall light. A
quick glance at his bedside clock showed that it was nearing three in the
morning. “R-Rick? What-?”
“Shhh, Morty.” Rick held a finger to his lips. “Don't want your eurgh parents
to hear you – hear you awake.”
“When did we get back? How did you-?” Morty cringed as a sharp pain shot across
his head. Rick laughed quietly.
“You got pretty wasted, Morty. Fuckin' eurgh fuckin'hell of a party.”
“Party...” Morty nearly choked on his breath as he began to remember. It was in
flashes, but all of the important things were there. The drinks, the dancing,
the couch, the alien girl handjob; Rick fucking a girl right next to him oh my
god.“Holy shit, Rick!”
“Holy shitis right, Morty.” Rick fell silent for a moment before glancing
awkwardly at Morty and looking away again. He shifted where he sat on the edge
of the bed and pulled out his flask, finding it empty. “You, uh, you remember
everything?”
Morty flushed and started messing with the fray on his blanket. He realized he
wasn't wearing a shirt and was thankful his pants were still on. He probably
looked a mess coming in the house if anyone but Rick had seen him. The more he
thought about it, the more he realized that there was one huge blank spot in
his memory. He couldn't remember a thing after the room with the couch. “I
don't – I don't th-think so. I mean, I remember m-most of it. I think.”
“Don't tell your parentsuh, alright, Morty? Gotta preurghomise me, Morty.”
“Shit, mom and dad! We just left them!” Morty pressed a hand to his pounding
temple. He caught a flash of a moment on their walk back home when he threw up
the alcohol he had drank too quickly. How many drinks had he had?
“Don't sweat it Morty. I'm sure they'd wantyou to have a good birthday.”
“Jeez, Rick where did you take me?” Jeez, Rick. Embarrassment washed over him.
He was remembering more. He had actually gotten off over watching... Oh god.
Rick must have caught on because his hand reached for his empty flask again,
his gaze shifting. Morty found himself panicking, wondering what in the hell he
said and if he even did say anything at all. He could ask Rick, but he was
afraid of the answer. It wasn't like the guy to be so quiet and awkward.
Something happened.
“A place I used to go to all the time. When I was younger.”
“Did um... Did something bad happen, Rick? You know, cuz you don't – you don't
look so good.”
“You look like shit too, Morty.” His natural sass seemed to return instantly,
his back straightening. “We'll - we'll talk more tomorrow. You need to
sleurghep off this wicked hangover.” With that Rick stood and left the room,
pitching the space into total darkness. Morty didn't move to lie down. He
remained sitting there for some time, worry eating away at him.
What in thehell did he say?
 
                                       *
                                        
Morty slept for most of the day. He had missed school and the house was
thankfully empty, so when he did finally awaken around noon he took a quick
shower and got dressed. His hangover had eased up a bit and he was feeling
brave enough to nibble on some toast before he caught sight of Rick in the
living room. His stomach churned once more and his will to eat disappeared. He
hadn't been noticed so he turned to creep back upstairs, but was stopped as
Rick lifted his hand and beckoned for Morty to join him.
“How you feeling Morty?”
Morty fell onto the couch beside Rick, the simple action bringing back clear
memories of the night before. His heart jumped into his throat. “F-fine. I
guess.”
“Anything you wanna talk about?” Rick's tone was sober and collected, which was
something Morty didn't hear often. He was expecting some sort of joke at his
expense, or some demeaning comment about his lack of stamina.
“What – what do you mean? Last night was last night, you now?” Morty tried to
fake a laugh that came out as a nervous noise. Rick upended his flask and
capped it, keeping it out in his hand as he glanced at Morty.
“Oh yes Rick? Wantyou Rick?” Rick was finally breaking back into his old self,
a smirk threatening the corner of his mouth. “Geurghguess that's when you
blacked out huh, Morty?”
Morty turned as white as a sheet and bit his lip to stave off the nausea that
crept up his throat. He swallowed hard before attempting to recall anything
past the point of no return. “You're - you're messin' with me, Rick.”
“I didn't believe it either, Morty.” Rick snorted. “I don't know if eurghI
don't know if I should – if I should tell you whatyou said on the way home.”
Morty looked down at his hands in his lap. He felt like there was something
wrong with him – something not right in his brain. He remembered watching Rick
and hearing his voice, and watching as the alien girl worked her hips on him.
He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw. He remembered what sent him over the
edge and it wasn't any of the girls. It was Rick's voice – his dirty talk and
the way he...
“Yo, Earth to Morty.” Rick snapped his fingers in front of Morty's face. When
Morty looked up at him, he grinned. “Didn't know you liked me thatmuch.”
“I don't- I can't... Fuck,Rick-”
“Yeah, you said that too.” Morty groaned in agony as Rick laughed and stood.
“Don't you have a girlfriend to call or something?”
“Oh shit, Jessica!”
“Listen Morty.” Rick averted his gaze to what seemed to be an interesting spot
on the wall. “I uh, I'll be in the garage. If you – if you wanna talk more...”
Morty's brain couldn't process what Rick had just said. What was even more
disturbing was the lurch in his stomach that wasn't unpleasant at all. What in
the actual fuck was happening?
 
                                       *
                                        
He couldn't tell her. The entire conversation with Jessica was as normal as he
could manage, stuttering every few words from his ever present nerves. He had
said he was sick and possibly feverish – no big deal. He'd be back to school
the next day and he couldn't wait to see her, and no she couldn't come over
after school to check on him. He hung up the phone and headed to the bathroom,
still unable to eat anything. Thankfully the throbbing in his head had ceased
and the hot shower felt like pure heaven on his aching bones.
Morty wiped the fog from the bathroom mirror and stared at his own reflection,
his hair wet and messy from the towel that was around his waist. He didn't feel
much different let alone older. It had been two years since he'd gone
adventuring with Rick. He was only fourteen then and inexperienced with pretty
much everything in the world and outside it. He had been crushing on Jessica
then, never imagining that she'd give him the time of day.
His raging teenage boy hormones certainly hadn't calmed down since then. It
made him feel like there was something wrong with him, like there was something
messed up about being so hyper sexual. It was all he thought about, and while
the guys at school were always talking about sex he knew they were just trying
to look cool. It was normal for a young adult to have a high sex drive, but it
was almost as if Morty couldn't go a day without it.
He clenched his teeth as he massaged the bridge of his nose. He understood all
of those things about himself and had come to deal with it, but why of all
things did his perpetual horniness have to be triggered by Rick?!
Morty took a deep breath and smoothed his hair back before brushing his teeth.
Without bothering to get dressed he escaped to his bedroom in his towel,
closing the door behind him and falling down on the bed. There was a part of
him that wanted to talk to Rick and let him know that it was nothing; tell him
that it was just a result of the alcohol and the atmosphere. He knew, however,
that to approach Rick would mean having to confront those feelings again head
on, which he wasn't ready for.
Morty laughed out loud at himself then. He was getting worked up over a few
drunken words and a weird situation. It probably wouldn't go beyond that, and
it was silly to think so. He sighed and curled up on his side, fatigue hitting
him once more as his hangover wore off. Finally at peace and painless, he
drifted back off to sleep, his hair making his pillow damp.
 
                                       *
                                        
Rick adjusted his microscope before tweaking some strange alien device, nearly
jumping out of his seat as it shot sparks. He cursed and sat back as he reached
for his favorite flask that rested in a hidden pocket inside his lab coat. He
felt his irritation melt away as the liquor hit his tongue, his body relaxing
against the back of his chair. He stared up at the ceiling for a moment before
sitting up properly once more, then grabbed his screwdriver and continued to
mess with the strange alien device.
As odd as the idea of an introspective Rick would have been to everyone else,
he always became lost in his own head when he was alone. It was most of the
reason he kept Morty around, so the kid could keep him company and keep his
mind in the present. But Morty wasn't a kid anymore, was he?
He was growing into a scrawny, nerdy, anxious young man, but he was still
Rick's sidekick. He was really quite proud of everything Morty had overcome
with his anxiety and still managing to weasel his way through school. Goodness
knows Rick had caused him to miss more classes than was right for him to be
able to graduate with. Still, somehow the kid – Morty – managed to make things
work.
Rick cursed again as the device sparked and he wheeled his chair across the
garage to rummage through a box of his gadgets. He had to keep busy – had to
keep his mind busy to keep from thinking too much. He found what he needed
quickly and wheeled back over to the desk to rummage through some papers,
pausing as he pulled out the plans for Morty's portal gun.
He smirked as he shoved them aside and got back to work. So what if Morty had a
bit of a moment last night? It wasn't like Rick was the most moral person in
the solar system, let alone the most moral Rick out of all Ricks. He really
enjoyed anything that got a rise out of Morty or made him angry, so of course
he was going to tease him about it every chance he got.
But then there were the more serious thoughts that made him sober up.
He grabbed his flask again and downed some of the contents. He cursed under his
breath. Shouldn't he have minded? Wouldn't that have grossed out any other
person in the same situation, as weird as the situation was? Rick twisted the
screwdriver too hard and stripped the screw he was working with, finally
throwing the tool aside. He rose from his chair to refill his flask, and he
headed into the house. He needed to go on another adventure to get some
normalcy back.
 
                                       *
                                        
“M-Morty! Hey!”
Morty groaned as Rick pounded on his bedroom door.
“Wake upyou little shit!”
As Morty's eyes opened his bedroom door swung open. Rick marched in to grab
him, but stopped short as Morty panicked to cover himself. “Jeez, Rick! Let –
let me get some clothes on!”
Rick grinned and crossed his arms. “Damn Morty, still thiiinkingabout me?”
“You really need to stop that, you know!” Morty wrapped his towel back around
himself and crawled out of bed to look for some clothes. He had to do something
to turn his back to Rick to hide the obvious tent in his towel. He'd had a
curious dream for the little time he'd managed to sleep and it was still fresh
in his mind. It caused a light blush to heat up his ears as he caught a glance
of Rick watching him from the corner of his eye. He felt like he was exposed
even though Rick couldn't have possibly known what his sleeping mind had
concocted, but either way it left him in a very bad situation. He was getting
hard and it wasn't just going to go away.
“You – you're the one with eurgh indecent thoughts in that tiny skuuuullthere
Morty.”
“How do you know – how do you know they aren't about J-Jessica?”
“Then turn around, Morty.”
Morty's heart jumped into his throat. He lowered the shirt he had in his hand,
tensing. “I-I don't want to.”
“Chicken shiiit.”
“I'm not-!” Morty was angry. He knew Rick was tormenting him on purpose like he
always did. Why he even humored the idea that he was attracted to that asshole
was beyond him. He took a deep breath and turned around.
A very awkward minute passed as they stood in silence. Morty couldn't look him
in the eye, but kept his gaze downward toward the floor. The very thought that
Rick could see the state he was in caused his erection to twitch. This was bad
and scary, and all kinds of messed up. Morty needed him to leave, but at the
same time his mind played with the possible scenario of Rick staying right
where he was.
Rick sighed and lowered his voice, beckoning for Morty to approach him. “Come
here, Morty.”
“Wh-wh-why?” Morty was trembling, his head snapping up to look at Rick then.
“Just l-leave and I – I'll-”
“Is that what you really want Morty?”
“Um... I d-don't...” Morty closed his eyes and looked to the ground, his body
growing stiff as he heard Rick's footsteps across the soft carpet. This was
dangerous. He had a bad feeling that they weren't going to come back the same
from this moment regardless of what happened. It was all so wrong but he
couldn't find the will to make it stop.
He twitched as he felt Rick's fingers wrap around his upper arm, tugging him to
follow. “Quit being a little bitchand come here. You aren't lying to eurghyou
aren't lying to anyone Morty.”
Morty stumbled as he was pulled forward, complying and following Rick over to
the bed as he pressed his hand tight against his erection. He fell into Rick's
lap with his back against the older man's front. Two arms wrapped around his
stomach and held him there, the smell of alcohol swimming in his senses as Rick
lowered his mouth to Morty's ear. “You like you grandaddy, Morty?”
“Fuck, Rick.” Morty turned to jello as Rick's breath caressed his ear, a hand
sliding dangerously close to his aching cock. He felt dizzy – he wanted it to
happen. He realized he wanted Rick to touch him in inappropriate ways, to keep
talking. Fuck it.
“What do you want, Morty?” Rick's fingers danced around the tent in Morty's
towel that was growing wet at the tip. “Sick little fuck, you want – you want
your granddaddy to get you off?”
“Yes – yes.” Morty rocked his hips as he felt Rick's cock growing hard against
him. “P-please.”
“I knew there was a reason I picked you, Morty.” Rick nibbled and sucked at the
sensitive skin on Morty's neck, causing him to emit a small moan of
desperation. “Ornery little shit.” Morty gasped as Rick slid the towel aside
and wrapped his fingers around Morty's cock, teasing the leaking tip before
jacking him off slowly.
Morty's mind was spinning with the reality of what was happening; the guilty
pleasure was making him too sensitive to Rick's nibbles and touches, his orgasm
creeping up quickly into his stomach, the rush sending him over the edge too
quick. He threw his head back against Rick's shoulder and moaned, his hips
bucking as he rode out the electricity that threatened stars behind his eyes.
“F-fuck! Rick!”
The room grew eerily silent save for Morty's quick breaths, his eyes fluttering
open at last to stare at the ceiling. There was a pleasant buzz in his head
that made him sleepy again, but he was disturbed from that peace by a low,
throaty chuckle from Rick.
“You – you're serious aren't you, Morty?”
“I'm g-gross. You probably hate me, don't you – don't you Rick? You hate me?”
Morty was stumbling over his words. He did not want to move. He felt one last
jolt of pleasure as Rick moved to slide from under him, his cock pressing
against Morty's ass. He was hard too.
“No more than uuusualMorty.” Rick stood from the bed and grabbed his flask,
taking a swig before recapping it. “Now – now get your eurgh get your ass
dressed. We're going somewhere.”
 
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Summary
     Rick and Morty end up seeking out a distress signal, only to find an
     empty base on a barren planet. No one is around and it's eerily
     silent. Well, except for the scampering in the vents.
Chapter Notes
     This was a bit of an experiment to see if one of my favorite science
     fiction games would work with Rick and Morty, so here's hoping I
     didn't fail utterly haha.
     Oh, and more smut of course <3
Space debris drifted past the ship as it glided along slowly, the two in no
rush to be anywhere but out of the house. For Rick it was beginning to feel
like old times again, but Morty was on edge. He kept his eyes on the never
ending blackness of space as the silence save for the hum of the ship's engine
grated on his nerves. Rick was acting like nothing had happened at all, but
seemed content to drive on in silence with the occasional drink from his flask.
Morty dared a glance at him to see that he was seemingly content, focusing on
some radar on the dashboard. It began to beep.
“Hey, we found something!” Rick pressed a button to stop the beeping and looked
over at Morty. “Readyto go on an adventure Morty?”
“Was that a distress call?”
“Yep. Might find – might findsome cool shit.”
“Wh-where's it at?”
“Just a bit further, Morty. Almost there.”
Morty sighed and decided to dive in first. “So – so we aren't going to, you
know, talk about what happened?”
“Morty...”
“We can't just – we can't just act like it didn't happen, Rick! That was weird!
Really fucking weird!”
“Yeah, and youeurgh're a shining god damned beacon of innocence.”
“You're the one who – who started it!”
“Me?” Rick leaned over and poked Morty in the chest hard, glaring at him. “It's
not my fault your dick got hard over watching me fuckan alien, Morty!” Rick
smirked after Morty's apparent embarrassment droned into a long silence. “Never
– never pegged you for a Rickfucker, Morty.”
“A what?!”
“Rick fucker, Morty.” He took another drink. “You eurgh you know, a Morty
thirsty for some Rick dick.”
“Don't flatter yourself!” Morty crossed his arms and glared daggers. “So I – so
I got messed up last night. So I said some things that were messed up. Doesn't
mean I'm – doesn't mean I'm a Rick fucker.”
“Ooh, here's the place!” Rick turned the ship to land on a planet that seemed
to be relatively barren. Dust kicked up around them as the ship sank to the
ground and the planet's two moons shone high in the sky. It was clear and
littered with stars that cast an eerie glow over what looked like a large
compound. It was deadly silent.
Rick and Morty jumped out of the ship, done with their small argument for the
time being. Something didn't seem right, but that wasn't something to deter
Rick's greedy and adventurous spirit. They left the ship behind and walked on
in silence to approach the large space station, everything seeming calm and
silent. Morty grabbed Rick's arm and held him back from the keypad to the door.
“Hey, maybe we shouldn't just barge in there. Something seems wrong, Rick.”
“For once we aren't thrown into a clusterfuck and you're complaining? Ever stop
and think eurgh ever stop and think that it might just be abandoned?”
“It's never that easy!”
“Hey, I'm the genius. You're the Morty.” Rick tugged his arm free and analyzed
the keypad, pulling a device from his lab coat to hook up to it. He pressed a
few buttons and hacked the code, the doors slowly swishing open. An eerie fog
rolled out of the entrance hall and into the night, the temperature inside
significantly cooler than outside. If the place had been abandoned, then it had
been abandoned a long time ago. So what was the cause for the distress signal?
The two ventured inside, Morty looking around nervously. He had remembered to
bring his portal gun and was ready to reach for it at a moment's notice, but he
also knew that to jump the panic button so quickly would piss off Rick. He
swallowed it down and kept walking, the sounds of their footsteps clanking on
the metal floor's grating.
There were computers, a central desk, and hanging wires everywhere. A few were
sparking but just barely, the power still miraculously functioning. Rick
approached a console and slid his fingers across the blue touch screen, a
hologram of the area popping up. The place was impressively big and seemed to
go underground. “Damnthis place is huge!”
“S-so there's gotta be someone here, right, Rick? Someone to send the distress
signal?”
“Eurgh either that or it's been going off for a while now. Place looks
deserted.” A faint sound of scampering echoed from a distance that sounded
almost like rats only to fade off as quickly. Something told Morty that it
wasn't exactly rats.
“Wh-what was that?”
“Probably nothing. Come on.” Regardless Rick pulled out his gun and held it to
his side, ready for any disturbances. The two made their way deeper into the
base.
 
                                       *
                                        
Morty wiped his arm across the window of an old tram car to get a glimpse
inside. The thing was dead and just sitting there on the tracks, but no
electricity had seen the thing for a while. Rick was fumbling with another
hologram of a computer, his worries also beginning to surface. Usually
something would have happened by then. It was just too quiet save for the sound
of scampering every so often in the distance and spitting electric wires.
“I don't get it.” Rick mumbled in frustration as he focused on the computer. He
took a swig of his flask before turning to Morty. “You see eurgh you see
anything in there, Morty?”
“No, nothing.” Morty turned around as he scanned the area, his nerves relaxing
a bit. “Not a damn thing.”
“We gotta find another eurgh another way down.” Rick continued through a door
that was unlocked, the doors swishing open loudly to reveal a long hall with
flickering lights. Morty crept up slowly behind him and unconsciously grabbed
onto his lab coat for comfort. Rick hid a smirk and grunted before moving
forward with Morty close behind, the small gesture amusing him. He would have
made some tasteless joke at Morty's expense, but even he had to admit that
things were getting more than a bit creepy.
There was tapping overhead again, louder this time. Rick paused and tightened
his grip on his gun, looking to the ceiling. Something was definitely in here
and he hoped that thing was what sent the distress signal. If not, it was
probably the reason for it.
Once they reached the far end of the corridor they began to see signs for a
medical bay. Upon entering into the area Rick paused in the doorway, holding a
hand out to stop Morty. There was blood and equipment everywhere, scratches on
windows, machines flashing lights, and a few bodies on the ground that had been
there for quite some time, although not long enough to have decayed wholly.
Morty had to put a hand over his nose to keep from retching at the stench. It
didn't seem to bother Rick as he searched around the desks inside, looking for
anything that could give any clues as to what the hell happened. Morty did his
best to help, pulling his shirt up over his nose as he looked through drawers,
lockers, and desks. Finally Rick found something of substance.
“Jesus Christ, Morty.” Rick flicked a few screens aside on a holographic
computer to read more of the classified files.
“What? What is it?” Morty approached Rick and set a hand on his shoulder as he
leaned over to see the screens, Rick taking in the information at lightning
speed.
“This is some serious shit Morty. They found eurgh they found some sort of
artifact. An ancient alienobelisk. I know what this is.” He beamed and turned
around to grab Morty by the shoulders. “We've gotta eugh we've gotta find this
thing!”
“I dunno, is it – is it dangerous?”
“Very dangerous, but hey we kick dangerous in the eurgh in the ass!”
“I dunno Rick, we shouldn-” A quiet tapping silenced Morty as he looked behind
Rick, a shadow coming down the hall. “Uh, um, Rick? There- th-there's-”
“There's what, Morty?” The shadow came around the corner and the clicking
became louder. Rick deadpanned. “There's something behind me isn't there.”
“Yep.”
“We should probably be running.”
“Yep.”
Rick turned around to see an amalgamation round the corner. It was a few inches
taller than him and fleshy, almost as if it were an alien/human hybrid gone
wrong. Some kind of acid dripped from its mouth, steaming upon the floor as it
spattered and rusted the grating. It wasted no time in picking up speed toward
them as they ran to the other side of the room, Rick fiddling with the door
before it opened. He shut it for good measure even though it didn't hold the
thing after them and continued down a maze of corridors. He had grabbed Morty
by the hand so they wouldn't become separated and pulled him to the side,
diving into a small room and slamming his hand on the door button. It seemed to
be more reinforced than the others, but thankfully it didn't need to be tested.
The thing chasing them raced down the hall and seemed to climb into the vents.
Morty let out the breath he had been holding and sank down against a locker,
closing his eyes. His heart was pounding out of his chest and his hand was in a
death grip around his portal gun. He wanted to leave. Now. “I think we should
call this one, Rick. This is too – this is too dangerous.”
“Stop being a pussy Morty!” Rick sat in a desk chair across from him and took a
minute to breathe. “We'll wait until – wait until that thingis gone and then go
down.”
“What 'was' that thing?! Was it human or-?”
“Washuman, I think.” Rick took a drink from his flask to calm himself. “That
artifact, that eurgh that thing Morty, it's ancient.”
“More - more ancient than you?” Morty laughed as he tried to lighten the mood.
Rick wasn't amused.
“Listen here you little shit.”
“I'm just joking, Rick. Jeez.” Morty relaxed against the locker as he stared up
at Rick. He was used to being in dangerous situations and losing his head
nearly every time, but it was the way things should have been. It was normal
and not weird and it felt nice. He felt safe when he was with Rick anyway. A
few horrible things had happened in the past, but he was still alive, and there
was even the one time when Rick was actually going to sacrifice himself for
Morty. That would never be forgotten.
Rick had turned in his chair to go through the computer there, his focus rapt.
Morty's eyes remained glued, watching as his fingers flew across the screens
and his eyes darted around the documents he was reading. He was just so cool.
He always seemed to know what he was doing even when he didn't really, and he
most definitely was going on guesses at that point. Regardless he was confident
and it showed. Maybe that was what made him attractive in his own way. His
bluntness, his coolness, his confidence.
Morty's ears felt hot again and he realized he was blushing, his hands jumping
up to cover his mouth. Shit.
“Alright Morty, I think I know where we need to go-” Rick stopped as he spun
around, watching Morty curiously on the floor. He was staring off to the side,
his cheeks a rosy red as he tried to pretend like he was deep in thought about
things that were definitely not Rick. The older man smirked and leaned back in
his chair, nudging Morty with his foot. “Rick fucker.”
“Jeez, Rick! Shut up, okay?!”
“I gotta – I gotta tease you, Morty.”
“No Rick, you don't! Let's just-”
“You wanna sit on grandaddy'slap, don'tcha?”
“Stop it!” Morty felt his stomach lurch pleasantly at the low register of
Rick's voice, his body jumping to attention as he sat with his knees to his
chest on the floor. “E-earlier was just – you know I wouldn't have if – if we
didn't...” Morty let out a squeak as Rick grabbed his arm and pulled him up to
sit on his lap, facing him. Morty closed his eyes and held his hands to cover
his crotch, his body trembling. Now was not the time, but he supposed it was
his own fault for thinking such things. He wouldn't have gotten so worked up
otherwise. “We can't – we can't do this, Rick.”
“Wehaven't done anything, Morty.” Rick lifted Morty's chin to look into his
eyes, nearly losing it as Morty looked right back at him with the expression of
an angry cat. “We eurgh we're about to get our asses assimilated by – by some
alien and you're here getting all – getting all worked up.”
“It's not my fault, Rick!” Morty twitched as he pressed his hands tighter
against himself. He was getting hard again and it was bad enough that he was
straddling Rick's lap with no escape. He drew in a deep breath as Rick held
their faces just inches apart. “Rick fucker.”
Morty's eyes grew wide as the smell and taste of alcohol invaded his senses. A
small, helpless groan escaped as he pressed into the kiss that he never knew he
wanted until then, his eyes falling shut as he opened his mouth to take in the
taste of vodka that Rick had been drinking just moments ago. He slid his hands
aside and pressed his body against Rick's, his pants too tight and breathing
too difficult. He wanted to feel that hand on him again, but more so he wanted
to do the same for Rick. He wanted to hear that voice again.
“What are you, Morty?” Rick's mouth was on his neck, biting and sucking as he
tried to manage words that made sense.
“I-I'm... I'm a Rick fucker.” He moaned as Rick bit down extra hard in
approval, his hands holding on tightly to Morty's ass. “Wanna – I wanna...
you.”
“You wanna what, Morty?” Rick slid his hands up Morty's shirt, his mouth
resting close to Morty's ear. After a moment of silence he pulled back,
quirking his brow. Morty looked completely wrecked, his body sensitive from the
bites and kisses.
“I just... D-don't hate me.”
“I thinkwe're past that Morty- woah, wait – wait a minute there!”
Morty slid onto the ground to kneel between Rick's legs, his hands working at
Rick's belt before moving to unfasten the button. Rick's breath caught in his
throat as he froze, Morty's hands working him out of his pants. Unsure of what
to do he just watched, letting Morty do what he wanted. He hadn't expected the
kid to go that far.
Morty opened his mouth and took him in. He was half hard but filled out as
Morty sucked hard, his hand kneading his own erection. “M-Morty... Morty, hey.”
Rick set a hand beneath his chin to lift his head. “Take it easy.”
Morty was gentler that time, working himself free of his own jeans. He moaned
onto Rick's cock as he felt himself close already, his stomach fluttering every
time he thrust into his own hand. Rick slid a hand into his hair for
encouragement as he let out a breathy moan, watching Morty as he brought him
closer and closer to the edge.
“You like – you like sucking your grandaddy's cock, Morty?” Rick groaned as he
heard a small 'mhhmm' from Morty's throat, who was soon spilling over the edge
and his hand, his tongue working around Rick's cock as drool fell down his
chin. “Gonna – gonna comebaby.” The hand in Morty's hair squeezed tight as
Rick's hips began to rock. “You gonna – you gonna swallow it, baby?”
Morty answered by taking Rick into his mouth fully again, a bitter taste
filling his mouth that made him squeeze his eyes shut. He swallowed quickly to
avoid his gag reflex kicking in and continued to move his mouth, sucking down
every last bit before lifting his head. He felt a small line of cum dripping
down the side of his mouth and quickly wiped it away. He couldn't look at Rick
after that.
Morty sat on the ground awkwardly, his jeans undone and his hair a mess. Rick
had already moved to redress himself and sat there, a chuckle rising from his
throat. Morty wasn't quite sure what was so damn funny, but inside he felt
ashamed. His desires were eating him alive, but they weren't desires he should
have been happy about. And then there was Jessica. There was no way he could
look at her ever again. Not after that.
“I'm s-sorry, Rick.” He heard Rick uncap his flask and take a drink.
“You don't needto – eurghneed to apologize, Morty.” Rick put the flask back in
his pocket and leaned over, lifting Morty's chin. “You may just be a Morty, but
you give damn good head.”
“You're not bothered by any of this?” Morty scrambled to fix himself.
“We can do one of two things, Morty.” Rick stood and took a deep breath before
checking the door, which slid open. “We can wallow in self loathing or – or
eurghor we can just say fuck it.”
“It's not that easy though, Rick.” He rose to join Rick as they checked the
hall and listened for sounds.
“Look Morty, we don't have tiiimeto argue about this. We got an obelisk to
find.”
 
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