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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Rick_and_Morty
  Relationship:
      Rick_Sanchez/Morty_Smith
  Character:
      Rick_Sanchez_(Rick_and_Morty), Morty_Smith, Summer_Smith, Miami_Rick_
      (Pocket_Mortys)
  Additional Tags:
      Lingerie, morty_smith_is_a_brat, Blood, Drug_Use, cross_dressing, One
      Shot
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-07-26 Words: 5905
****** Miami Nights ******
by Hedon
Summary
     Rick is late to his own party while Morty has an existential crisis.
There were few things in life more pleasurable than the sand of South Beach
underneath you. Soft, white, hot to the touch...It was like a living thing was
wrapping itself around you, digging into your clothes, into your skin. Rick
wished he could enjoy it more, but it was very hard to do so when you were
bleeding out. He could feel the sand grinding into the deep graze wounds in his
arms, mixed with the salt of the ocean it burned horribly, but what was worse
was that he had ruined his favorite polyester jacket. They’d pay for that. He
groaned a bit, closing his eyes, licking the blood off of his upper lip. He was
just waiting for his ride to get here.
He fumbled for the brick like phone in his pocket, he was lucky that they
hadn’t shot that, though he didn’t know how. The thing was fucking hard to
miss, for Christ sake it was almost as big as his dick! At least he’d like to
think that. Maybe the blood loss was getting to him. he hit the auto dial and
held it up to his ear.
 
“Pick up Morty...god dammit pick up you useless son of a bitch.” He growled
into the phone, digging around his pockets for his flask. With a look of
lamentation he produced it only to find it had stopped a bullet...but he had
lost his booze. Part of him rather would have taken the bullet. “Why the fuck
did I drop $800 on a car phone for you to never use it.” he said, aggravated,
tossing the ruined flask across the beach. It skipped across the sand and into
the crystal clear waters. If he died here at least he’d have a nice view to go
by. The setting sun had stained the ocean waters in bright hues of pink and
gold with inky blacks and purples creeping under it like looming threats of
death. Perhaps thats what he was feeling now. A looming threat of death. Before
he could contemplate on it the phone picked up with a click.
 
“What did you do this time?” No hey how are you, no whats up buddy, nah, Morty
had grown so jaded with Ricks bullshit he knew there was only reason he’d be
calling the car phone. Okay two reasons. He was either dying or he had scored
good blow and good hookers.
“Y-You know you could really work on your phone voice, M-Morty. You sound like
a god damn parrot. You know that? A fucking parrot MORTY. Anyways I need you to
come pick me up. I’m on south beach and I’m in a bad way Morty, a real bad
way.” There was silence on the other end, only the sound of the LeSabres engine
could be heard but he car came to a stop. Either morty had pulled over or he
was at a red light. “You hear me Mo-” “YES I HEAR YOU RICK!!”
 
The shriek had been harsh on the ears to say the least. He wondered when that
kids voice was going to quit cracking. He was doing everything else an adult
could do, why couldn’t he just get a real voice instead of that weird
chipmunkish squeak. “Jeez Morty...” There was a sigh over the phone and the
engine flicked back on. “I’ll be there in 20 minutes.” Morty was pissed, like
he was always pissed. He wanted to tell Rick that he was on his own, that he
was so done with all this shady bullshit. Inter-dimensional crime was one
thing… They could always portal out of the bullshit, they could always cut
another deal, they could always...always…. But No. Rick had to start pissing
people off WHERE THEY LIVED. Maybe he was getting to be too old, maybe he was
getting bored. But he didn’t know why Rick couldn’t have fun unless his life
was in danger. He was putting everyone’s life in danger and he didn’t even seem
to see it. All because he couldn’t keep it together. Rick heard the phone slam
down and he sighed, letting his arm drop. He just had to hold it together for
20 minutes. Soon the sun disappeared over the western horizon and there was
nothing but black staring back at him. String lights and street lamps
illuminated the streets, their light just creeping far enough to give him
something to see with. Right when he was sure he’d just have to pass out and
deal with it he heard the crunching footsteps of someone walking towards him.
He prayed it wasn’t a cop. This time he was lucky it wasn’t. He hadn’t heard
the Lesabre pulling up into the parking lot. Morty strode over him, looking
down, his face less than pleased. his expression was a mix of worry and
annoyance.
 
“Heeeeeeey, morty, my man!” “Shut up, Rick. Oh jeez… what did you do this
time?” he asked, rolling up his sleeves. He had forgone his full suit, his tie
was resting around his shoulders, and his white shirt was about to get ruined
with Ricks blood. He’d make him pay for another one.He grabbed the only man
under the shoulders and helped him onto his feet, letting him lean up against
him for support even though rick was nearly a foot taller than him. Rick
couldn’t have been more pleased, he fixed his cracked sunglasses as they limped
to the car.
 
“Nothing out of the usual, Morty. A bunch of punks lookin to get-eeeurrrp-
lucky.. “that still doesn’t tell me what you did.” Morty said, letting go of
Rick so he could lean on the hood of the car. The blood wouldn’t show on its
black paint. He let his whoel upper body ooze onto it, enjoying how warm the
hood of the car was. Clean too. Morty must have been in the car wash when he
called. “Look M-morty it doesn’t matter. Its dealt with. A bunch of assholes
are now floating in space and I’m no worse for wear.” “I think you overestimate
yourself, Rick.” Morty said with a sigh, he had been laying his hood cover
blanket over the passenger seat so Rick wouldn’t get blood on the interior.
Sure it was ricks car but he’d kill him if it got messed up inside. Morty was
just allowed to drive it. He helped Rick in and got into the drivers side. Rick
punched open the glove compartment and rooted through its contents. He found
the first aid kit and opened it. Inside was a mixture of gauze, needles,
ointments (alien and Human)...but mostly it was full of drugs. He forwent the
gauze and the ointment and instead picked up the bag of cocaine. Morty wished
he wouldn’t do that in the car, he wished he’d save it for the hotel, but there
was no stopping Rick. He cut a line onto the lid of the first aid box and
snorted it with a C-note he had been hiding in his pocket. It was blood stained
and stuck to more cocaine than allowed passage of but it worked. Rick unrolled
it to suck the blood, cocaine mixture off it making Mortys gut turn. “You know
those things have more germs than a toilet seat right?” He said, making a face
as he turned onto the highway.
 
Rick rolled his eyes so hard his retinas might detach. He started shrugging out
of his jacket and undoing his shirt. Now that he was buzzed up and couldn’t
feel anything, he was going to do a bit of basic first aid. “Congratulations M-
Morty you’ve once again proven your ability to regurgitate facts from readers
digest. S-sure that makes you feel like a real smart fella.” He said snarkily
as he began to slather the more shallow wounds with ointment and patch gauze
over them. the deeper ones however he had to sew shut. He didn’t have any of
his gadgets on him for healing. He had to rely on good old fashioned ingenuity,
and fishing wire. Morty had to look away as Rick sewed himself up. “Wh-whats
got your panties in a bunch about this anyways, Morty? You have to have picked
me up from this same situations maybe a hundred times before. Plus or sans
hookers.” Morty just about slammed on the breaks. It seemed something had
gotten to him. “What the hell, Morty! I-I could have stabbed myself with this
thing!”
 
“Y-You wanna know why I have my panties in a bunch over this Rick!? You really
wanna fuckin’ know!? Because rick this IS the hundredth time I’ve had to do
this! You’re killing yourself rick! Y-You’re just killing yourself! Not only
that, but everyone around you! Mom worries! I worry, even summer worries!!
You’re fucking things up. you’re fucking them up, Rick! I-It was one thing when
you were doing this off world but since the Portal gun has been on the fritz
you’ve been ruining this one!” Morty was seething, gripping the steering wheel
with white knuckles while Rick just about pressed himself against the door. He
was way too high for this bullshit. This wasn’t the first time Morty had
freaked out on him like this...and he knew the medicine for what ailed him.
 
“...And there was...there was a whole thing waiting for you Rick.” he said
suddenly before rick could suggest anything. “I put it together just like you
asked, all your buddies...they’ve been waiting by the pool for hours. Most of
them have gone home, but I kept a few with some hand outs. Rick WHY did you
FORGET?” he asked, sounding completely hurt that after going through so much
trouble to do something Rick had ASKED him to do the guy just...forgot, or
maybe he just blew it off. Rick scratched his unibrow, remembering now...he had
wanted to put together a meeting with all his friends. Earth and non… he
couldn’t remember why. He had been really wasted at the time. He sighed and
tossed his sunglasses into the back seat. “S-sorry. Guess my head got away from
me.” he said too tired to argue. Maybe it was the injuries, or maybe it was the
fact that Morty was nearly crying. Whatever it was, Rick had given in. “Just
get me there, I’ll clean up and we’ll do this proper.” he said, running his
hand through his hair. He looked out over the city scape. The dotted lights in
skyscrapers of people staying up too late to do work that means nothing. Or
apartments full of the young and restless. They were heading right down town.
The only good thing to come from ricks involvement in earth crime was the cash
it brought in. Schmeckles didn’t value much on earth. But dollars did. He had
bought out half of a hotel and lived in its penthouse with he rest of the
family. It was big enough for all of them. The fridge was always stocked. The
place was always clean thanks to the Cubano maid that came every Tuesday. Rick
made sure his family was taken care of because otherwise they’d always be
bitching and in his way. He needed for Morty to stay with him too, so this was
a good way to do that.
 
They pulled into the parking garage and turned the engine off. Rick had to
wobble out of the car, his legs wobbling as he did. Morty made sure to come
around and grab him close, helping him up to the elevator. He couldn’t stay mad
at Rick, he didn’t know why. Maybe he admired him, maybe he was grateful for
what he was doing for the family, or maybe he just wasn’t strong enough to
stand up to him. Either way, he gave in. “You sure you’re gonna be able to do
this rick?” He asked, needing to know if he should just send the guests home.
“yeah I’ll be fine Morty, don’t worry your pretty little-eeeeurp- Head about
it.” he said, ruffling his normally curly hair. He had been slicking it back
these days. Trying to be more professional. In Ricks opinion he looked like he
was trying to be a more polished version of his father. It sickened him. The
kid needed some style.
 
The elevator went straight up to the penthouse with he help of a golden key.
Morty turned it as they rode in silence all the way to the top floor. He could
hear the party bumping already. It sounded great, but he needed to clean up
first. “T-tell them I’m here Morty, I just need to clean up a bit first.” he
said, smirking down at his grandson. “if you say so, Rick.” Morty helped him
limp to his master suite where he started stripping off his clothes. He could
clean himself up on his own.
 
Morty walked out onto the balcony pool where everyone was swimming, laughing,
boozing, smoking up… it seemed like a grand old time. He could see Summer
refusing advances from Squanchy in her lounge seat. She wasn’t wearing much ore
than a gold bikini and high heels, wearing her fruity rum soaked drink like an
accessory. He had grown numb to seeing his sister in so little. His mother was
drunkenly leaning against his father on the other side of the pool. Dressed in
a pure white bathing suit that wasn’t meant for swimming, dripping in faux gold
jewelry and over sized sunglasses despite it already being dark out. Yeah she
was wasted. Jerry somehow managed to stand out more than the aliens in his
Cuban T-shirt and socks with sandals. Embarrassing. Everyone around him was
swimming in sin, but what was so unnerving about it was how natural it was to
them...how natural it had become to HIM. Morty never thought he’d be able to
walk into something like this and keep his cool but now it didn’t even phase
him to watch Summer sneak a line off the glass counter top of her poolside
table. The only uncofmrtable one here was Jerry. Morty stood up on one of the
seats and held his hands in the air. The blood on his shirt could only mean
Rick was either dead or ready to party.
 
“Everyone! Can I have your attention please! Rick is here!” he said brightly,
putting on a happy face for all of Ricks friends. They all cheered happily,
glad to know the party master was back. At least everyone was happy. Morty let
out a sigh of relief. He was sure they would have started trashing the place if
Rick didn’t show up. He took another glance over the party, watching the scene
like it was in slow motion. He should just learn to enjoy it… smoke a little
grass, relax...it wasn’t about to change any time soon. They were swathed in
pinks and blues, the mood lighting set up around the pool distorting the scene
into something almost dream like. A world strange and crazy and all its own.
There was nothing he could do. He had to remember that. He turned away and
walked back inside, making for ricks room, wanting to change into something
better himself.
 
“Come on Rick, everyone is waiting.” morty lamented as he crossed his arms,
leaning in the doorway. Rick had opted for something more comfortable. Shorts,
sandals, and a bowling shirt with his pink tinted glasses. It oddly suited him,
though he kind of looked like a snowbird. It made Morty smile, it reminded him
of Ricks old age. That as spry as he acted he was still an old man. He could
see Rick was covered in bandages and had eaten half a box of beef jerky snacks
because the wrappers were all over the bed.
Rick had been putting on his hat and inspecting his scruff when he looked over
at his grandson who seemed like he was in need of some medicine. Some good,
strong medicine. “Yeah yeah morty don’t worry about it, I’m coming… C’mere.” he
said, beckoning Morty into his room. He reached out as the young man came
closer and started undoing the buttons on his shirt. “You look ragged, Morty,
you need s-sumthin better.” he said, looking down at him.
Morty froze a little as his grandfathers bony finger started to work at his
shirt. He could see them each skillfully popping the buttons open, peeling the
blood covered shirt off his body. Whenever he did that…. Whenever he undressed
him Morty always felt so exposed...and not in the normal way. Their eyes
locked, Mortys cheeks flushing pink. “I’ll get you a new shirt, there’s some
grass in my bedside drawer, I suggest you have a little.” He said, walking out
of the room, tossing the shirt into the trash on his way out. Morty ran his
hand through his own hair, feeling it come loose from the gel as he walked over
to the bedside table. Why not. When he opened it he gazed dully at its
contents. A handgun with an ivory handle, cheap pornography, a feel
prescription pill bottles, a spare flask, a deck of cards, and there it was a
pipe and a small bag of weed.
 
There was nothing left to really worry about. He packed the bowl and sat down
on the bed. It used to be one or two hits would get him high, now it took five
or six. Sometimes 8 on a bad day. He took a long slow drag, hitting the carb as
he inhaled the acrid smoke. It burned all the way down and hurt to hold in as
his body rejected it. He held on for as long as he could. It came bursting out
of him angrily, a flurry of deep coughs, the smoke nearly ghosted by that
point. He took a deep breath and then went back for another, then another, and
another. He wasn’t satisfied, he wasn’t okay until he was sounded by a small
cloud of fog. It was then Rick returned with something black in his hands. He
had brought Morty something to wear alright. He was fondling the fabric,
letting it slip through his fingers.
 
“You look content.” he said, sitting next to Morty on the bed. The boy had his
elbow son his knees, gazing off into the abyss. It seemed he had needed this
more than he thought. To escape his own head. Rick kind of envied that, to be
so young where that still worked. Morty gave him a tired smile. “Yeah, I’m
alright, Rick… Wheres my shirt?” he asked, putting the pipe down. Rick was
still fondling whatever it was that he had in his hands. “I got you something
different Morty.” he said, rubbing his nose. It had started bleeding again but
this time from the cocaine. “Its real nice don’t you worry...Make-make you feel
like a million bucks, Morty.” it was tense int here already. Morty knew exactly
what garment rick was playing with...or at least what it could have been. This
wasn’t the first time it had happened. Morty wanted to be disgusted by it….But
he was too tired.He was too tired and part of him knew that from the day it had
first happened that it would never be the same again.
 
“R-rick people outside are waiting for you.” he said, trying to give him a
reason to hold off until later at least but he old man wasn’t having it. “They
can wait a little l-longer Morty.” he said, thrusting the garment out at Morty
who sighed. There was no escape from this. He held up his hand and walked into
the bathroom. Ricks smiled calmly and got onto the bed, leaning back against
the pillows, the room bathed in mood lighting. Perfect.
In the bathroom Morty was getting out of his pants, dropping them neatly in the
corner with his shoes, his socks, and his boxers. He supposed he was lucky he
hadn’t started growing hair yet or else this would look awkward on him. He was
still smooth despite being in the middle of puberty. He pulled the panties up
first. These were good ones. Smooth silk. Rick had really gone all out this
time. They cradled his small junk perfectly. Up next was the garter belt and
that took some more work. He admitted...part of him liked how it felt with he
lace slid up his thighs. He tucked the straps under the panties and then
fondled the panty hose. This was the only part that made him blush. Why Rick
loved this stuff he never knew. He always ended up tearing it to shreds...It
seemed like a waste. He sat on the edge of the whirlpool bath tub, slowly
pulling the hose over his legs, making sure his seams were straight. If he was
going to do this, he was going to do it right. He stood in the mirror, looking
at himself. God he looked ridiculous… he couldn’t understand how anyone could
find this attractive...but it made Rick happy and because of that- Morty would
do it. He played with his hair a little, mussing it up wild and opening the
medicine cabinet. On one of the shelves as a single gold tube of lipstick. A
call girl had left it there months ago, Rick loved the shade. Morty began to
wonder if maybe he didn’t enjoy this too as he carefully applied it, making
sure the edges were straight. Crisp and perfect. He even went as far to open up
another drawer he knew rick had full and apply a quick line of eye shadow.
“Are you done yet- M-morty!?” He cried impatiently from his bed, making Morty
glare in annoyance. “Not yet, Rick! Be patient!” he exclaimed, huffing and
turning back to the mirror where he finished applying what little makeup he
knew that Rick liked. Whore red lipstick, pitch black eye shadow. What did it
matter, it would be smeared all over his face pretty soon. He walked over to
the towel closet and reached inside. A pair of red pumps in just his size. They
hid them there. He was sure his parents knew but had numbed themselves to it
but they tried to hide it anyways. He shoved them on and steadied himself. The
last touch. His collar, if he forgot to wear that rick would have his hide. He
was ready. He walked out, his expression one of annoyance as he strutted easily
in the heels. It was practiced. Rick had made him practice walking in them for
hours until he got it just right. Was this grooming? Was it abuse? Or was it
just sin...Either way he was suckered into it on these hot Miami nights.
Rick sat up a little, his eyes bright as Morty crawled onto the bed, looking
him over. “Well don’t you look-” “DON’T say it Rick.” Morty said, holding his
hand up. “Say it and I might change my mind.” Rick had to chuckle, taking off
the rose tinted shades, putting them down on his bed side table, holding his
arms open to the young man. Yes it was wrong, but in the grand scheme of
things, with how big and fucked up the universe was….it didn’t fucking matter.
“You drive a hard b-bargain.” he said, reaching out, touching just under the
boys chin. He cleaned up pretty when he wanted to. His face was burning so
bright he didn’t even need blush. Rick leaned in, his breath reeked of alcohol
and...other things. It was honestly disgusting. He always kissed too wet. Their
lips locked, drool mixing, tongues pressed flat up against each other as Rick
shoved himself as deep as he could into Mortys welcoming mouth. Morty wanted to
be disgusted, he really did.
The thick red lipstick smeared, staining both their mouths. But Rick was
careful not to take all of it off. He let Morty pull back to catch his breath
before reaching down and undoing his short. He had grown hard just having his
little slut crawl up on him like that. He was sick to admit this was maybe some
of the best sex he had. Rick may have been an old man but he didn’t need Viagra
and he wasn’t interested in all the old snow birds that came to Miami for their
‘bones’. He liked young, fresh, man or woman. He wanted youth. Right now he
wanted youth to suck his dick.
“You know the drill, come on, you love it… lets see how deep you can go this
time.” he said, his eyes locked on Mortys. The young man was looking down at
it. Rick was no slouch in size. He gulped a little bit and leaned down, opening
his mouth. He had learned to do it without question. He wrapped his mouth
around Ricks head and started to go down, able to feel the foul seed leak onto
his tongue. It tasted salty and pungent. At least he was clean. Rick just about
melted into the bed, his whole body relaxing as he groaned, filled with
adoration for this boy. “N-not bad MORTICIA.” he said in a teasing tone,
running his hand through Mortys hair. He began to push down, showing little in
the way of kindness or gentleness as he forced it deeper into his grandsons
throat, watching him struggle and whimper around it, too weak to fight it. It
god him off, having that power. “Come on M-morticia, you can do better n’
that.” he said with with a grin. Morty whimpered and smacked Ricks hip. With
one jolt however Rick had managed to force him all the way to the base. Mortys
eyes widened. It hurt. Oh god it hurt and it made him gag around him but Rick
seemed to be in heaven. Drool was pooling around the base of his cock. Thick
red lines from the lipstick marked where he had made it to. He needed to
breathe, maybe vomit.
 
Rick began to move his head for him. His fingers laced into those luscious
brown locks, forcibly bobbing his head onto him, deep grunts coming from in his
throat as he watched those lips suck around his old throbbing member. “Use your
tongue dammit!” he snarled, pushing Morty all the way back down again, robbing
him of air. Morty had no choice, he wouldn’t stop until he did. He began to
wriggle his soft little tongue around him which seemed to cool the ire in Ricks
veins. He smiled, relaxing a little as he let Morty begin to bob on his own.
“Ooooh yeah, just like that Morticia...” he moaned. He leaned his head back
into the pillows, covering his face with one of his hands. This felt fantastic.
Morty had become quite the little cocksucker. He was nearing climax and his
breath became hitched. Morty braced himself, moving faster on him, pumping the
base with his hand, entirely focused on the task at hand. Finally he couldn’t
take it anymore. He pushed on Mortys forehead, letting thick, hot ropes of seed
splatter across his features, making his makeup run. Rick seemed entirely
satisfied with that. “Heheh… That’s a good look for you.” he purred.
Morty almost felt like crying. It was humiliating to do this, and what made it
worse as that they were about to have an audience. Summer had stormed into the
room, empty drink glass in one hand and a wad of bills in the other. Nose as
white as a snow white in the moonlight. “Grandpa rick! We’ve been waiting for
hours!” she said, seemingly over looking the fact that her little brother was
covered int heir grandfathers cum. Was she really that high? She wiped her nose
a little bit. “mom and dad already went to bed after mom threw up over the
balcony...and if you two are gonna do this weird little thing you do you might
wanna lock the fuckin door next time.” Mortys face burned. She knew? Who DIDNT
know? God dammit he was embarrassed. Rick laughed a bit, cleaning the tip of
his dick off on Mortys mouth casually.
“Hey dont be actin jealous, babe. You wish grandpa loved you half this much,
haha.” he said teasingly. Rick was a cruel old man. Summer rolled her eyes and
left in a huff. Part of her was indeed...a little jealous. “R-rick was that
really necessary?? why does she know? Why does anyone know about this! Its- its
wrong!” he said, trying to cover himself and his shame as Rick gave him an
exasperated sigh. He forcibly grabbed Mortys head and twisted it around to look
out the door onto the balcony party. “Look kid. You see that party out there?
You-you think those people really give a fuck? Look at em. they’re coked out of
their heads. I mean one thing to them and that’s free stash. M-Morty people
only want you for what they can use yah for, Morty. It’s b-b-eeeurrrp- best if
you figure that out now. I could walk out there and fuck you on the table and
nobody would fuckin stop me. Nobody would stop shit unless I told them I was c-
cuttin em off Morty. Everything can be bought. Everything has a price. Even me.
Even you. E-Even your goddamn mother. Sh-shes so drunk all the time I don’t
even think she remembers your kids actual names. I mean Summer’s wrapped up in
her bullshit and Jerry’s the only one who objects but hes such a spineless wimp
he can’t do dick about it. There is nothing in this world that can stop me,
Morty. Not even in other worlds and you know because we’ve tried. So relax.
Smoke some more grass. Enjoy yourself because nothing is ever going to fucking
change.” Rick let go of Mortys head and leaned back, patting his lap. “Now come
on and have a ride. This ones free.” he said, smiling at him.
Hearing the truth, no matter how apparent it was, was always jarring for Morty.
He looked down at ricks lap and then up at rick. He gulped a bit and moved onto
his lap. He was right...of course he was. They were all powerless in this
world. Right and wrong weren’t actually things. They were just vague concepts
at the very best. Things were always more complicated than that. Rick had this
strange way of reminding him that they only had each other, maybe a close
handful of people that actually cared. Even if they hurt or used each other,
they cared and that was more than he could say for the rest of the world. He
crawled onto Ricks lap and grasped his cock, starting to stroke him. “Th-thats
a good boy.” he said, melting once more, holding Mortys hips, he rubs them a
little and reached forward, cupping his junk, making Morty whimper a bit as
rick began to fiddle with his cock through the thin fabric, stroking him,
watching the black fabric grow even darker where the wet spot appeared. “And
you say you don’t enjoy yourself.” He laughed.
Mortys face burned again as he groaned, sharing the pleasure with this much
older, much wiser man. He rocked into his grip as Rick began to slide the
panties down, setting his pathetic junk free. He wrapped his hand around Mortys
cock and began to really stroke him, using his precum as lube. “Th-that’s
it...” he encouraged, forcing Morty to let go of his cock and hover instead.
With one hand rick was stroking him, with the other he was lining himself up
against his tight entrance. The mega seeds Morty smuggled sometimes certainly
loosened him up a little. At leas to where he could now slide in without Morty
crying about it. He was surprised when Morty pushed down of his own accord. His
face was washed in blush and sweat and a little bit of tears as he pushed the
head inside with a grunt, slowly taking him all in, still lubed up from the
sloppy blow job. Inch by inch the boys ass swallowed him up until he was all
the way inside. “F-fuck Morty.” He was glad to hear he had dropped Morticia. He
could feels ricks cock stretching him out deep inside. His body was cradling
the massive member with ease. “O-oh fuck...” Morty whimpered, laying his hands
on Ricks chest, the old man holding onto his hips as he started to bounce up
and down, feeling the drag against his prostate. It was such a strange but
pleasant sensation. Their moans were mixing, high pitched squeals and low
pitched moans all filling the room as the wet sloppy sounds of Ricks cock
plunging into Mortys deep hole made for a strange rhythmic beat. Rick loved the
sound of Mortys tight ass smacking against his bony hips.
“Oh fuck I’m getting close Morty, Y-you ready for it? Ready to take my load,
bitch?” he asked, grabbing the hook on the collar and pulling on it as Morty
rode desperately, his small cock throbbing so hard it almost hurt. He hated how
good it felt. He hated how much it turned him on. Rick started thrusting
upwards, showing no mercy as he rammed up inside of him, making the boy squeal.
It was sudden and violent. He had hit it just right, instant ejaculation. Morty
felt his whole body curl as he shot out pathetic ropes across ricks stomach. In
Comparison Ricks orgasm was explosive. He throbbed, his hot, thick seed
shooting deep into the boy, filling him up and resting, settling in its new
home. Morty collapsed onto the old man, panting softly as rick rubbed his back.
“Y-You did good kid...” he whispered, leaning down, giving Morty a full kiss on
the lips. This time it was more tender. He always god more calm after an
orgasm. Morty was just glad that Rick was happy, that it was over… They laid
like that for a while before Rick pulled out of Morty and rolled him off,
fixing himself, wiping off his stomach with the towel by the bed. “ G-get
dressed...There’s a party waiting, M-Morty….” And with that rick was off,
picking up his hat and his shades, not even inconvenienced by this. Unphased.
He walked out there fresh faced and beaming. Morty could hear them cheer and
welcome him as he laid on the bed, pathetic and humiliated. Nobody cared,
nobody would ever care… and this was on him. In a way it was freeing. He was
strong enough to move forward without any ones help. He had made it this far,
why not keep going? Why not keep surviving? This world was too strange and
crazy to miss out on.
 
He pushed himself up and walked into the bathroom, cleaning himself, getting
rid of the lipstick, of the makeup, of all the gross wetness that had come of
their union. He put on his swimsuit and a robe. That’s all he needed. Just to
blend back in. he left the collar in Ricks sink and stole another puff off his
pipe. Maybe tonight he’d try cocaine. Why not.
 
It’s not like any of this mattered.
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