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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
  Additional Tags:
      Halloween, RickandMorty, Bottom_Morty_Smith, Top_Rick_Sanchez, PWP,
      Dominance_kink, authority_kink, Power_Play, Anal, Humiliation, gayyy,
      C137cest, I'mgoingtohell, Manipulation, Maybe_a_little_feels, A_little
      bit_noncon.
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-11-17 Words: 7561
****** No Tricks, Just Treats. ******
by Innu
Summary
     Morty wants to attend a Halloween Party and will stop at nothing to
     go. Rick says otherwise.
     *Not beta'd*
Notes
     Hello GUYS!
     Oh lordy- This one is DEFINITELY NSFW. It's pretty graphic and pretty
     much PWP.
     I know it's almost a month late but I swear I was working on it.
     Enjoy some not so
     spooky c137cest. <3
     Don't forget to comment! I answer everyone!
     Thanks for reading!

"Aren't you a little old to be- to-" Rick paused to take a long swig of the
flask from his lab coat. Gulping back the liquid, his eyes narrowed on Morty
from the jam of the teen's doorway. "To be going trick or treating, Morty?"
Morty pretended not to hear the old man, his hands sliding on the sleeves of
his superhero costume deliberately.
He wasn't going to let Rick get him down this time. He was going to go to this
Halloween party and he would be damned if he was going to let Rick persuade him
otherwise.
" I- I know you-you can hear me, Morty." Rick belched from the doorway, taking
another staggering swig. "What's- What's so- Why is it so important for you go
to this-" He waved his flask around in a circle, "this trick or-"
Morty huffed, "It's not trick or treating, Rick." He rolled his eyes fixing the
black sleeve into place.
He made a fantastic superhero, definitely something that would catch Jessica's
attention if she even showed up.
He looked himself over in the mirror. Slowly he slid eyes down his skinny body
trailing along the tight black spandex of the outfit. True, it left little to
the imagination but he really had been working on his guns lately.Maybe, it was
just him but he thought he had really added some weight here or there, some
real muscle-tone to his body.
Morty raised his arms appreciatively in the mirror, his hand coming to squeeze
at the nonexistent muscle.
"Then what is it exac- What's it then, Morty?" Rick snapped, his eyebrow
lowering over his eyes. He didn't move, however, just stood his ground still
like an angry vulture waiting for his prey.
Morty attempted to ignore Rick again, his hands smoothing over the front of his
thin chest and stomach, pressing the tight cloth closer to him.
His ears perked a bit to the authority in Rick's voice but he pushed it down
inside of himself. He wasn't going to give in.He was on a mission and that
mission was Jessica, at this Halloween party. The sarcasm really had dripped
from Rick's words but Morty reminded himself again ,for whatever thousandth
time, that he wasn't going to play into this game that Rick was offering.
Tonight was his night and it wasn't like he didn't deserve it.
Morty gave everything to Rick, his time, his friends, his schooling, everything
to keep him happy. It seemed like there was never a moment for himself. So to
Morty, this was a once and a lifetime opportunity. He was going to fix his life
even if it was just for tonight.
This had been the first time in all of his high school years that he had been
invited to a party, let alone a Halloween party. These were different, they
held more status in the high school community, not only did you get to go
dressed up, you got to go as someone that was different than your lame self.
Morty was living for this, not only was he going to come and show Jessica just
how handsome he had become over these last two years, he was going to get see
her in a short skimpy outfit. Maybe, a cat girl outfit, oh- or a-
Fuck- no, he couldn't think about that stuff, not in this kind of costume.
Morty shifted the spandex a little to the side, the slight thought of perhaps
he should have picked something less fitting crossing his mind.
"Morty-" Rick grumbled, glaring at him when they caught glances in the long-
standing mirror.
Morty maintained eye contact, although still frozen, waiting for what the older
man was going to say.
Rick's eyebrow rose, waiting for an answer from the teenager.
He gave in.
"It's a Halloween party if-if you gotta know, Rick- It's just-just a Halloween
party." Morty tore his eyes from his grandfather's penetrating gaze, swallowing
some of the nervousness that he felt.
He hated when Rick looked at him like that. It made him uneasy to say the
least.
"Really, Morty?" Rick's voice came condescendingly followed by a scoff. "What
kind of- Isn't that kind of stupid, Morty? High school parties, people grin-
grinding on each other, what-what are you going to do, Morty go- go and rub
your little di- your bits against Jessica in hopes she'll take pity on you and-
"
Morty whipped around frowning at Rick, his arms crossing over his chest as he
tilted his head. As usual, an unhappy pout painted his lips and he looked to
the side waiting for Rick to be finished.
But instead Rick paused, that infuriating smirk crossing his lips.
"You- you know, Rick, it's none of your business what I'm doing. May-maybe, I
am going to touch Jessica, who knows? Maybe, Ri-Rick, I'm jus-just happy to be
invited somewhere!"
He glared at the older man who was surveying him once again with a look of
boredom and not much else.
This only infuriated Morty further and he reached down grabbing his hero mask
from atop his bed.
"You- you know, Rick, it- it'll- it'll be nice to be normal for once." He
tilted his chin up, his lip poking out in another pout, one that came too
easily in the presence of Rick Sanchez and his ever demeaning and demanding
tone.
Holding the mask to his chest, he began toward the door, telling himself that
he was just going to slide past Rick and go.
Morty had already long since decided he wasn't going to stand here and fight
Rick about this stupid Halloween party. It was happening one way or another. It
wasn't like he had any control of who or what he was going to do.
Rick wasn't his daddy.
As he crossed the room and came to the door, Morty tilted his body a little bit
to the side, an effort to slide past Rick without so much as grazing each
other. He was still frowning, mask in hand but he was determined to go with or
without Rick's approval.
Just as he came to move around the older man, a hand gripped onto his upper arm
and stopped him. It held him tightly in place.
"What's that supposed to mean, Morty?" Rick asked, his voice even but there was
a little bit of annoyance in there.
There was that voice again, commanding his attention, assertive and
authoritarian as if he had any power over Morty and his actions.
Tingles began to surface in his body but they were one's easily brushed behind
annoyance and frustration.
Morty frowned, yanking his arm away, a fruitless endeavor on his own part but a
solid attempt.
"I just- I mean you take up all of my time, Rick." He scowled as he looked up
at the older man, their eyes meeting once again. "You- you always want me to go
somewhere with you, do something with you."
He was using his hands as he spoke, motioning this way and that, as if it
proved any visual to his point.
"Come on this mission with me, Morty. Don't go to school, Morty. Miss out on
Jessica wanting to make out with you, Morty." Morty was glaring at Rick now as
he continued, "You're taking away everything I-I have, every moment that I
could have with another person, any chance of a normal life, you, you're-
You're selfishly taking that away."
He felt a little accomplished at this point. Morty had never stood up to Rick
like this and maybe it was the spandex and the superhero mask he was holding in
his hands but he felt powerful.
Rick always demanded he did things, forced him to act, react and obey. Morty
wasn't a dog.
Looking up at Rick he searched for a reaction, some sort of look on his face
that would indicate his chances of death but Rick remained emotionless and
bored.
A part of him expected Rick to be sad, to realize that he was ruining Morty's
life even if it was just for tonight. Morty didn't feel like this all the time.
It was just when there were bigger things at stake, like being someone in high
school, having friends or even more important Jessica in a short skirt or
nothing at all. There were parts of him that loved going out with Rick, that
loved spending time with the smartest man in the known universe. But then there
were other parts of him that said he was missing out on everything. Often times
it felt like he was throwing away his life and what was to be left of him when
Rick was gone or didn't need him anymore?
Rick moved, turning now to face and look down at Morty in the small jam of the
doorway, his eyebrow raised but his features still and impassive as ever.
"So?" Was all Rick said in response, blank as ever, their bodies now closer in
the new level of space between them.
Why did Rick have to be so close? So intimidating and there was that voice once
again, commanding and blunt as always.
Shivers danced Morty's spine.
Morty swallowed, his nerve suddenly waning as he looked toward the hallway, his
only escape to freedom and from Rick, whose hand still held tight onto his
upper arm.
"What- what do you mean? What's, 'so', Rick?" He attempted to snap back
although his voice wavered a bit beneath the quirked eyebrow. "I'm just- I'm
just telling you, I want to go to this party and you-"
He pushed his lips out as he thought, a part driving him to hurt Rick and make
him back off.
Morty searched for the answer and then it came to him. Rick was driven by
power, power he had over other people, power that he believed he had over
Morty.
A snide smirk crossed his lips as he looked Rick square in the eye and spoke
confidently, frigid, "You don't own me, Rick."
Morty attempted to leave, indicating the conversation was done because he said
it was.
He felt powerful and arrogant because for the first time he had put Rick into
his place. He was doing what he wanted and there was nothing Rick could do
about it.
The grip on his arm said otherwise, for it didn't release and instead he was
pulled back into the room. In one swift movement, Morty was yanked forward
against the older man's chest and body.
A small yelp escaped Morty as he stumbled, his hands clutching against the
white lapels of Rick's jacket. Already his knees were shaking as he attempted
to right himself against the older man, his face turning upward.
"What the hell, Ric-?" He half-yelled but a hand over his mouth killed his
words in his throat.
Rick was staring down at him now, anger and something much more dangerous in
his eyes.
"You really think- You think you're a big man, hm, Morty?" His fingers dug
slightly into his cheeks as he leaned closer into the teenager's face. "You-
you think you get invited to one stupid party and you suddenly have any say in
any matter, that you can just talk- just talk me however you want, hm, Morty?"
Rick scoffed as he swayed closer, a feat even Morty believed was impossible.
Their bodies were molded to one another, flushed to the point where Morty could
feel the solid line of Rick's thin but taunt frame pressing against him. 
He was confused and more than unnerved at his point, never in his life had he
seen Rick like this with anyone.
The pain of Rick's fingers digging deeper into the fat of his cheeks brought
Morty's attention from the feeling of his body and back to the seething man
before him.
"Are you listening to me, Morty?" Rick growled, his eyes narrowing, "You had a
lot to say before and now-now you-" Another hateful scoff left his lips as he
leaned down closer, slightly closing the space between the two of them.
He was close, too close and Morty was feeling dizzy, uneasy. Rick was dangerous
and suddenly this was far more exciting than a High school Halloween party.
He couldn't help it. Morty was just a teenager in the long run and any sort of
tense situation had him popping boners like microwave popcorn.
Shifting to the side, he attempted to angle his body a bit away from Rick. He
didn't need or want to have to explain that to the old man. But the truth was
there wasn't a lot to explain, even Morty had to admit he was at a loss. But if
he had to confess anything, he would have to say that Rick talking to him like
this was definitely something he had never considered. Rick wasn't the most
eloquent with words but damn when he took that tone, he could sex paint off a
house.
His heart was thudding against his rib cage and he couldn't seem to find the
necessary means to calm down.
Morty swallowed, "I'm- I'm listening." His words came out garbled due to
attempting to force them between pinched and painful cheeks. Rick's grip was
merciless.
Rick glared daggers into him, "You say I take up all your time, Morty, you
think your time is that spe- that important, huh? You think it means anything,
Morty?" His lip curled and without warning his knee moved to push between
Morty's legs, opening them, causing him to straddle the ball of it
uncomfortably. "You say you don't belong to me; you say I don't own you, Morty,
but who's the one getting hard for who here?"
Morty opened his mouth, his words dying inside of his throat as he closed his
eyes. He wasn't expecting this.
He never dreamed this would come from Rick.
Sure, Rick and Morty had been in situations where there was a lot of sexual
tension and yeah, of course, they spent endless hours together but that didn't
constitute that they were in any kind of sexual relationship. Aside from heated
glances and sometimes close encounters Rick had never touched Morty or vice
versa.
This was new and Morty was basking in it. Halloween party, what? Jessica, who?
Was he really such a pervert that he would bow at the knee of his jealous
grandfather? That was what he was, right? jealous?
Rick's knee was a solid pressure against a persistent erection which was only
becoming harder with each and every degrading word spat from the genius's
mouth. He was damn-near grinding into it at this rate, his thighs trembling as
he began to consider the fact that maybe being owned by Rick wasn't such a bad
thing.
Morty's shaking fingers moved, gripping once again into the white lab coat.
Using his hold as leverage he moved up onto his tippy-toes sliding forward,
gliding himself up along the extended thigh of Rick until they were stomach to
stomach.
Ri-Rick." He breathed it, wanting it to come out stronger, but where was
strength when he would just bend to this old man's will anyway.
Morty clenched his thighs against Rick's rubbing himself momentarily, giving
into the friction of it. "I- I, You- you were jealous?"
He could feel the flush on his own face, the heat which crept up along the
cords of his neck to his ears.
Rick's eyebrow rose and hands now grazed Morty's thighs, sliding down and along
to his ass. "Jealous- Really, Morty?" Rick snarled, his eyes narrowing, "What
do I have to be jealous of? I already said it."
The sudden grip on Morty's ass became tighter, hauling up Morty to the very
tips of his toes. Rick's breath then grazed his ear as he whispered it,"You
belong to me."
That there was the official undoing of Morty Smith; all of his plans for going
to the Halloween party, for getting laid and for seeing Jessica were thoroughly
and effectively dashed.
He trembled as he clenched himself ridged against Rick, the spandex providing
no sort of friction to his now aching dick; the older man's thigh, however,
provided the perfect amount. He was flexing himself down against it, clenching
as strong, long-fingered hands squeezed tighter into the meat of his butt
cheeks.
Rick's gaze was straight-forward and a smirk playing on his thin lips as he
remained still, superior to Morty who was grinding on him like a bitch in heat.
Lifting his gaze, Morty made the mistake of meeting Rick's eyes. Instantly his
cheeks darkened to a crimson and he attempted to back up, to pull off of the
knee he was so graciously working himself on. He was embarrassed now, ashamed
that Rick had this kind of control over him.
"Wha- What's wrong, Mor-morty?" Rick baited, knowing damn well what it was.
His fingers once again flexed against those soft twin globes of Morty's ass. He
was lifting him effortlessly, carrying him across the room toward the bed, a
feat surprising for a man his age, but then again nothing was that surprising
when it came to Rick Sanchez.
"Don't- Don't you want to go to your Halloween party, Morty?" his tone was
condescending and arrogant, an eyebrow quirked as he looked down at Morty.
The teenager frowned, not amused.He should have known better.
Morty was cursing even having planned this day, it was only reasonable to find
that Rick would concoct some scheme as to prevent him from going. But it wasn't
just that, Rick had not only gotten his way with cheap manipulation tactics, he
had thoroughly and completely ruined any of his plans for future Jessica
fornication.
How could he fuck Jessica when Rick was the one here telling him how things
were going to be?
Before taking Morty to the bed, Rick kicked the door shut behind him, hard and
loud, not that it mattered; There was no one in the house to hear it. Everyone
had already left to do their own thing, Halloween drinking, parties, whatever
else was on their list. They were out having fun and now it was just the two of
them alone.
To Morty, somehow, that seemed so much worse.
He was deposited on the bed unceremoniously, his body having been dropped like
a sack of heavy potatoes against a pillow mattress.
Morty sucked in a breath, unsure of how this was going to play out. He wasn't
even entirely confident in what was happening between them, let alone the
quality of the sex they would have. He was a sixteen-year-old virgin giving the
go-ahead to his mother's father.
God, it was fucked in so many ways.
Before Morty's eyes, Rick shrugged away his jacket, removing the white coat
from his shoulders and throwing it to the ground. He was left standing before
him in his long sleeve shirt and brown slacks, somehow looking skinny and
intimidating at the same time.
"Ri-rick." Morty pressed, this time shifting upward on the bed, unsure of the
sudden change in pressure. "This is- This- this isn't normal, Rick." He finally
managed, his teeth now worrying into his lip. "You- we, you're my-"
The older man had glanced at him, scrutinizing him before moving toward the bed
and Morty.
It was strange when Morty saw it now, the agile way the older man moved, the
confident stride and climb until he was up and completely over Morty. He was
hovering close, his hands on either side of Morty's head.
"Y-you started thi- did this, Morty." Rick stated bluntly, "You're the one
getting hard over it. I just didn't want you to- I mean, Halloween parties
suck, Morty. Besides that, who the fuck cares. We-we're men- we're guys, Morty.
We aren't going to create some fucked-up incest child, fuck-Morty, You act
like-"
Morty frowned even harder than before, his nose wrinkling a bit in annoyance.
"You- you know what I mean, Rick!" He jerked upward, coming closer to his face,
"You, we're rel- I know we can't have kids, god. I'm just- Jeeze, Rick." He
fell back against the bed now, losing steam as he pouted.
There was no winning with Rick.
A chuckle erupted from the old man, a smile splitting his lips, "You have a lot
of qualms for someone who was just- uh- just dry humping my th- my leg, Morty.
I mean fuck, you were all-"
Morty quickly covered Rick's mouth with his hand, a blush burning against his
cheeks.
"I-I-I, you, it's-it's because of you. You-you talk to me with that voice and
tell me what to do. I'm- I'm just a teenager, Rick. It- It doesn't take much to
get me hard and you-you just- You're a real jerk, you know that?" Morty was
spewing words, his embarrassment propelling them from him as he arched
uncomfortably against the too tight spandex which now was beginning to feel
less sexy and more confining.
He was fidgeting, twisting his body for a comfortable position beneath Rick who
was still mounted above him, his face amused.
Rick smirked, slapping Morty's hand from his mouth, "Shut up, Morty. I'm just-
I'm just proving a point here. You wanted to be an arrogant little shit, well-
" his fingers moved now, tracing along the expanse of Morty's creamy throat.
Each digit glided gently, pressing to the hollow of it, splaying across it like
a collar to imprint each finger.
Morty's breath became hitched as he reached out, grasping Rick's upper arm,
anything for support.
"Why don't we stop all this talking, hm, Mor-morty?" Rick breathed as he tilted
his head slightly downward, licking along the expanse of white skin his fingers
were grazing and squeezing before. Slowly, he laved warm saliva up along
Morty's neck, tracing the cords before nipping almost cruelly at the skin.
Once again Morty's breath hitched and he became ridged against the feeling. His
legs as if having a mind of their own spread allowing Rick to fall down,
settling between them.
Rick's tongue didn't stop; it was still brushing gently, almost caring, softly
against his throat, thoroughly tasting each and every inch of it before he bit
once again. This time his teeth were sharp and painful, marring the soft, white
flesh with rosy engravings.
"Ah!" Morty cried out in surprise, his body arching uncontrollably to Rick's.
The pain was quick but was nothing to the sudden wave of extreme and complete
pleasure. Morty's hips fidgeted, stuttering in air as it felt as if the pain
went right to his dick.
Morty was panting now, his fingers curling once again around Rick's biceps.
Who would have thought he was into something like this?
"Fuck- Morty..." Rick breathed, now having moved from Morty's throat to slide
further down his body. He was grazing his fingers along his thin chest, down
his stomach and then finally to the very obvious and outlined erection which
twitched against Morty's stomach through the black and tight spandex.
"What's this?" Rick probed, teasing and a little condescending.
He reached down, gripping the head of Morty's cock through the spandex, rubbing
his thumb along the leaking but fabric-covered tip.
Morty sucked in another breath, his fists balling as he attempted to restrain
his hips from bucking.
"Look at you, Morty-" Rick spoke, his voice gravely and deeper than before.
"Look at how wet you are." His thumb and forefinger took a moment to squeeze
Morty's head, urging more of the pre-come to leak from inside soaking into the
already slippery fabric. " And you said you didn't belong to me."
There was a tsk, a distinct tsk from Rick as he moved down, his wet tongue
coming out to gently lick across Morty's hard dick, tracing the underside of it
up to the very tip to which he begging to mouth the head. Rick's lips closed
around as much of Morty's head as he could, suckling the juices from it as if
he were feeding from him.
The pleasure was numbing, Morty's thighs already twitching as he arched,
straining upward as to feel more of Rick's mouth on his cock.
Fuck, he needed this.
"You-you really think she would have liked this costume, Morty?" Rick asked, a
smirk still curling his lips as he stared up at the teen from his angled
position, mouth still poised next to his twitching cock. "I don't think thi-
this would be something to turn on a girl. Look at this tight material, I bet
you couldn't hide anything in it."
Morty closed his eyes to the feeling of Rick's fingers massaging him. Gently,
they caressed over the wet fabric before he bent, licking once again back up
and over his dick to pause at the dribbling tip.
"Ri-Rick." Morty managed through his grit teeth, unsure he can hold back
anymore. His thighs were shaking so badly, all he wanted now was to be out of
this outfit and Rick to be in him.
That was a weird thing to think but how could he consider anything else with
Rick over top of him, dominating and teasing him with that commanding voice of
his.
"Please, Rick-" Morty couldn't believe these words were coming out of his
mouth. Hell, an hour before he was telling Rick he wasn't owned by him and look
at him now. Morty was practically begging Rick to undress and fuck him.
Rick smirk appeared to spread, infecting across his face in a near to malicious
way. He sat up, his tongue trailing across his lips, licking away any and all
of the remnants of Morty's shame from them.
The way he was looking at Morty now was that of a predator, his eyes narrowing
dangerously, honing in on him.
"Please what, Morty?" He whispered, his mouth coming down to gently touch
against Morty's cheek, kissing it, "Tell me, Morty-" His tongue poked out and
lapped gently along the full flesh of his face.
"I-I, I just-" Morty couldn't find the words to speak, they were balled inside
of his throat.
He wanted to tell Rick to touch him, to physically take him.
Morty couldn't put his finger on it but he wanted Rick to make him his, to take
him, to do something more than just speaking to him with that voice of his.
Lips once again pressed to Morty's cheek, trailing down and along it toward his
jaw. A hard nip followed, teeth grazing along the flesh before Rick began to
suck gently the bruises he created.
"Tell me, Morty." He breathed.
The words once again became lodged with the new barrage of feelings and it
wasn't like Rick's knee which was nudging against his dick was helping any.
Morty's head was swimming and his resolve had long since blown out the window.
He just wanted Rick to hurry, to take him or whatever he was going to do for
that matter.
He bit back a moan at this particular time as Rick bumped his knee into him
just right, lifting and grinding it against his erection.
Pants were puffing from his lips and Morty was once again a trembling mess at
the hands of this controlling asshole.
"Wh-what do you want me to say, Rick?" He panted out, his hands once again
fisting into the blankets beside his own head.
Morty was losing all sorts of control he was never even aware that he had and
this asshole was just enjoying it.
Rick smirked as he moved once again, hovering over the teen, his eyes gleaming
like a wolf. "Just tell me what you want, Morty." He bent downward, his lips
kissing along the underside of Morty's chin and then upward.
He could smell it, the wash of alcohol which hung from Rick like a second skin.
It was strong, stronger than usual as Rick had already been drinking while he
was goading him in the room but it wasn't unpleasant. It was a smell Morty had
become used to. He had begun to equate it to Rick himself. It fit him.
Morty's lips parted willingly as Rick's mouth traveled a little higher,
bridging the hill of his chin toward his waiting lips.
"Kiss me." It came out hushed, a barely there request but it was the first one
in all of the times knowing Rick that was obeyed without question.
Their mouths pressed together hurriedly, sloppy and passionate. Small moans
were already grunting from Morty, falling into the open and demanding mouth of
Rick who was pressing for more, pushing his tongue against the small opening
between his lips.
Morty's head was swimming, his mind unable to focus on anything but the feeling
of Rick completely overwhelming him.
His tongue thrust in deep, sliding and caressing along Morty's tongue, coaxing
him to respond and submit.
Morty was hesitant at first, his own tongue shy as he licked along the bitter
taste of the older man's. He didn't mind though, his body once again reacting
fiercely to the taste and the already specified realization that he was kissing
Rick shooting straight to his dick.
Everything was so confusing and beautiful at once.
His hands were pulling, yanking desperately at Rick's shirt, attempting to pull
it up and over his head. Morty wanted to feel his flesh pressed against his. He
wanted to be naked. He wanted to see Rick just as desperate for him.
A chuckle sounded from Rick as he pulled back. He braced himself on his knees
as to allow Morty to sit upward.
His fingers were working off the older man's top and sloppily he was kissing
and licking at every inch of exposed flesh he could get his mouth near.
Rick's body was never something Morty had thought he would be attracted to. He
was skinny and while he was strong his body seemed to lack the look of it. His
skin was tight, taut across bone and what little muscle was there. But somehow
he was still arousing, still, something that Morty found himself wanting to
worship.
"You are-" Morty breathed, panting between laps at the older man's chest,
trailing across a nipple as his small fingers splayed down the older man's
sides, caressing to his hips. "You're really-"
He couldn't find the right words to say it but the way Rick was rolling his
eyes he assumed he got the message.
"Come on now, Morty," Rick answered, suddenly gripping Morty's chin forcing his
head upward to look at him. "You don't- Just- Shut up." He leaned back down
once again, claiming Morty's mouth for his own, his tongue pushing in despite
their lips having parted.
To this, Morty allowed his own tongue to push out, watching them entwine
without the barrier of their lips.
He was throbbing now, panting and closing his eyes as Rick's hand moved from
gripping his chin to threading into his hair.
Using his hair, Rick pulled Morty's head back, his tongue disappearing into the
boy's mouth once again before he backed up.
Morty's head was spinning at the sudden space between them again; the
detachment was grounding and he hated it. He felt alittle needy but he nodded.
Rick shifted, no longer straddling Morty as he moved to the edge of the bed and
rose. He looked as if he were about to leave, his body angling toward the door.
"Where- Where are you-" Morty panicked, shooting upright, his eyes wide.
Another condescending smirk curled Rick's lips and his eyebrow rose haughty and
superior as ever.
"I'll be- just wait a sec."
With that, he turned and walked across the room.
Morty watched in horror as Rick left with only the promise that he would be
back.
Not knowing how long Rick would be gone, Morty decided to undress himself. He
would at least be prepared for him when he got back or maybe he would have a
little fun by himself while he waited.
Reaching back, Morty unzipped the back of his outfit, peeling it from his body.
It was glorious, the feel of the cloth rolling down and baring each inch of his
milky white flesh.
He felt sexy again, his eyes catching in the mirror in the corner as he lowered
it down and over his erection, watching it bob out from beneath its too tight
confines.
Morty about moaned, the sight before him being one of the most arousing he had
ever seen.
As if he couldn't help himself, his eyes locked on his cock through the
reflection of the mirror, watching the way his hand curled around the shaft of
it. He stroked slowly and leisurely up and down from base to tip, precum
cascading over the circle of his thumb and forefinger.
If he kept this up, he wouldn't need Rick to come back.
Again, slower this time, Morty watched his hand glide up from his base,
dragging and squeezing the pale throbbing member as if his life depended on it.
"Fuck- Morty."
Rick's voice caught him off guard and his eyes snapped upward, catching dark
and completely blown out ones in the mirror.
"Get on the bed now." It was a command, one of those that left little to no
room for any sort of conversation.
Morty obeyed without thought, shifting to lay back, watching his cock twitch
back against his stomach.
Rick tsked at him once again, making his way over to stand to Morty's left,
well within reaching distance and yet not touching him.
"You couldn't- couldn't even wait for me to get back, Morty?" Rick spoke
scolding him, he was undoing his belt, unlatching that gold buckle and
withdrawing the strap of leather from the loops. "If I had more time, I would
punish you but- well, we'll save that for another time."
Morty's eyes widened as he watched that belt hit the ground with a resounding
clatter. He couldn't imagine what type of punishment Rick would come up with
but if it had anything to do with that belt, he was sure he would come faster
than anything.
His dick twitched once again, leaking to the thought and Rick smirked.
"Don't think about- about it too much, Ba-Babe." He had already taken off his
pants while Morty was considering Rick's words.
Very much so naked, Rick climbed onto the bed, his hands reaching out and
gripping one of the smaller male's thighs, squeezing.
A small cruel smile crossed his lips as he spread them open.
"For such a skinny boy I never thought- never thought you would be so thick
here, Morty." He squeezed hard into the flesh of the boy's thigh, watching the
skin squish a bit beneath his grip. "I think- I think I like it."
Small mews were once again building and popping from Morty's open mouth and he
twisted his ass, done with the foreplay and the teasing.
"Ric- Rick, Just- please, Just take- do it." His words weren't sentences
anymore but rather incoherent babble as now he was literally offering his ass
to Rick.
Another "tsk" escaped the old man as he shook his head, "Gotta learn to be more
patient, Morty. I- I gotta make sure you're-" He was uncapping something now,
the obvious click of a tube hitting Morty's ears.
This was really happening and all because of Rick being jealous or whatever of
Morty going to a Halloween party.
Long fingers pushed between the crevasse of his ass cheeks, sliding along the
tight ring of muscle that was Morty's hole.
It felt wet, slippery and a little gross but the warmth of Rick's fingers
caused Morty to open his leg's wider. He braced his legs on the bed, lifting
his ass upward as he stretched his head the whole way back.
One finger now probed inside, pushing and sliding deep within and then working
back out at a slow and meticulous pace.
It was tight, a foreign feeling to a sixteen-year-old who had never even
considered putting anything in his ass.
A second finger was joining the first now, stretching and widening in him as
the pace picked up, fucking into him faster and deeper.
Unconscious sounds were pushed from Morty, grunts and groans, sharp intakes of
breath as he forgot for a second how to breathe.
Rick's fingers scissored inside of him, opening him, widening him, tracing
around the rim before pushing more and more of the warm liquid deep inside of
him.
Morty was shaking again, his hips lifting and falling as to meet the pump of
fast moving fingers which fucked him with abandon.
Words like harder and faster were stumbling from him as he was beginning to
feel it more in his dick. Morty for the first time was sure he would come and
then it stopped.
His fingers withdrew from inside of him with a wet pop and suddenly the room
fell silent except the heavy breathing from Morty.
Morty's body was on fire, his fingers fisting into the blanket and he once
again squeezed his eyes shut.
Why was Rick such a tease?
He was so close.
Morty was about to protest when something else aligned to his entrance,
something a lot bigger than two fingers.
His eyes widened and he sat upward only to be pushed back down by a strong
hand.
Morty could feel it, between the hand on his one thigh holding his leg open and
the other on his chest, he could feel the sheer size of Rick's dick pressing to
his hole.
He swallowed, his eyes shifting upward, a little afraid that there was no way
that was going to fit inside of him.
"Ri-ric-Rick." he somehow managed between pants, his ass lifting as there was
the sudden pressure of the man pushing to enter him.
Rick didn't respond, his hips gliding forward and the tip of him pushing even
harder, expanding and opening Morty in ways that no fingers could.
"RI-Rick!" Morty cried out, his teeth gritting. " It's- it's too big, it's not
going to-"
As if to prove a point, Rick's thrust deep, filling him in one complete and
total plunge.
Morty's eyes rolled back and he stilled to the new and large intrusion which
was flinching deep inside him. The pleasure was numbing and a new cacophony of
whimpers erupted from him.
"Relax, Morty." Rick grunted into his ear, although under his breath Morty
could have sworn he heard Rick whisper, "So tight."
He was trying his best now, gripping onto the sheets as he slowly urged himself
to become used to the feeling of being filled to the brim.
It was no wonder as many people wanted to be with Rick.
A few seconds passed like hours before Rick unraveled. He groaned over-top of
Morty while slowly pulling out.
Morty wanted to protest, to tell Rick not to give up, he would get used to it
eventually. But that wasn't needed as without warning, Rick pushed back inside
of him, slamming deep and a little rough.
A moan tore from Morty's throat as he arched, his back and toes curling. Rick
had hit something inside of him, something deep that shoot white-hot pleasure
through him.
He was loud, louder than any sound that had ever come out before and Rick was
pulling out again.
The next thrust was harder and deeper but it somehow hit the same thing as
before. Pleasure once again exploded through Morty and he cried out Rick's name
loudly.
"Please-" He was begging, begging for Rick to hurry up, to fuck him, to unravel
him. He was coming undone, willing to give himself over to the devil himself.
His hips rose arching into Rick's oncoming thrusts with fervor, each and every
quick filling thrust completing him again and again.
Rick's name was becoming a devil's chant on his lips and already his orgasm was
building.
His thrusts were hard, harder than before, wrenching out of Morty and slamming
back in with quick and successful jabs which rendered the smaller male silent,
mouth suspended in pleasure.
Rick was gripping his thighs, holding them bruisingly tight as he pushed him
upward a little further, contorting his knees into his stomach as he fucked to
him raw and hard. The trusts angled downward , filling Morty in a way that he
had never felt before, still hitting whatever was inside of him.
The pleasure was blinding and small groans fell from Morty's lips.
He was close, closer than before as the ball of tension began to unravel deep
inside of him.
Morty was going to come.
"Ri-rick." he moaned his name, still blindly meeting each and every thrust. It
was almost as if his brain and body were separate. His brain was desperately
clawing for release but his hips kept lifting, meeting and accepting each and
every one of Rick's hard thrusts.
Rick groaned on top of him, leaning down and panting,"Yeah, Baby?" He sloppily
worked his lips along Morty's ear to his temple where he pressed them, panting.
He was still thrusting, still filling Morty.
Everything then happened at once, Morty's eyes rolled back as one of the most
intense orgasms he had ever experienced washed over him. Wave after wave of
pleasure drowned him, as his hips arched up and his dick spilled ropey white
pools of come in the space between them.
The high was unmeasurable and Morty became awash with the feeling of Rick, all
over him, inside of him, filling him.
His mouth was still open, silent until Rick pushed deep one last time, filling
him. He withdrew quickly, allowing Morty the pleasure of feeling Rick's cum
drip from inside of him onto the bed.
Not long after Rick moaned Morty's name as he collapsed on top of him.
Morty could hear the pants, the sharp intakes of breath and for a second he was
worried that maybe it was too much for a man of his age.
Bringing up a hand, he gently caressed his fingers through Rick's hair trailing
it back along his neck.
"Are you- Are you okay, Rick?" He asked, his voice quiet and sleepy.
Morty fought back a yawn.
Rick grumbled as he sat up, his hand reaching down and caressing Morty's face
before brushing down and across his kiss-bruised lips.
He cocked his head, "I'm fine. What about you, Morty?" His finger pulled
lightly at Morty's lower lip, opening it a bit.
This was strange, the aftercare, the softer side of Rick. This didn't feel
normal and yet, Morty loved it.
A small smile lifted his cheeks and crinkled his eyes as he relaxed.
"I'm fine, Rick."
The sleepiness was beginning to sweep over Morty, a content one that made all
of his limbs feel numb. He yawned once more, fighting the urge to sleep but
Rick's soft hand pressing against his forehead coaxed him otherwise.
"You should sleep, Morty," Rick spoke, rising from the bed.
He attempted to smile but already sleep began to wash over him as he drifted
away into the calm black, forgetting about that Halloween party, Jessica and
his jealous grandfather.
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Rick stared down at the boy for a second longer, a secret and soft smile
crossing his lips before he redressed and began out into the hallway.
He had a few more things to focus on and now that was out of the way. He could
rest happy knowing his grandson wasn't out fucking some high school slut who
cared nothing for him.
As he came into the kitchen, he paused to rummage through the cabinet, fishing
out some of his favorite wafers. Rick could always enjoy those. 
As he opened the bag and withdrew one, the front door opened and Summer
entered. She was dressed as wonder woman, a strong female figure, and leader or
so she said.
Rick attempted to ignore her as he pulled another wafer out, munching on it
casually.
"Hey, Grandpa Rick, have you seen Morty?" Summer asked as she walked through
the archway, fishing off her heels. "He was supposed to be at the Halloween
party but he never showed up."
Taking another bite, Rick swallowed and shrugged, stuffing the cookie pack back
into the cupboard.
"Upstairs." He grunted, turning to shuffle toward the garage. "I think he's
asleep."
Rick didn't need to look at Summer's face to know she was confused. That
Halloween party was all Morty had been talking about for weeks now.
"Why would he miss the Halloween party? Is he sick?" She pried, looking up
toward the stairway. "It was all he was talking about for like two weeks. He
said he wanted to see Jessica there and she was ther-"
Rick sighed loudly, cutting off Summer's long and never-ending story, "Okay,
Summer, not to be that guy, but-but I couldn't care less, like your story,
honestly, boring. But about the Morty thing, I don't know. Maybe- maybe, Morty
decided he would rather spend time with his Grandpa Rick than trying to get-"
He paused to withdraw his flask from his jacket and drink from it.
"get some high school whore to touch his dick."
He waved the flask again, motioning with it as he touched his garage door. "I
don't know, Summer."
"That's weird he really likes her." Summer spoke from behind him as he opened
it and stepped through.
Rick scoffed, "Well not anymore."
He closed the door.
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