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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Rick_and_Morty
  Relationship:
      Rick_Sanchez/Morty_Smith
  Character:
      Rick_Sanchez, Morty_Smith, Cronenbergs_(in_general)
  Additional Tags:
      Incest, Grandfather/Grandson_-_Freeform, Bloodplay, (slight)_-_Freeform,
      Makeouts, Biting, Nipple_Play, (brief)_-_Freeform, slight_gore, Marking,
      cum, Lots_of_it, o_boy, I_think_that's_it!!
  Series:
      Part 6 of Rick_and_Morty_porn
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-11-10 Words: 4645
****** Rick Potion #9? More like #69! ******
by mortysmithh
Summary
     Disclaimer: They don't actually do the 69. Instead, it's far worse
     than you could ever possibly imagine it to be
     OKAY SO Anon from Tumblr!!
     "Anon: if you're taking requests atm, do you think you could write
     some rick/morty? like, an alternate ending for rick potion #9 where
     the serum works on rick, and they end up having sloppy/messy sex in
     the ship. preferably with morty freaking out at first when rick's
     pupils dilate and when he comes onto him, but he eventually starts to
     really enjoy it? /)u(\"
     THEY'RE SO OUT OF CHARACTER I'M SO SORRY also wtf this is so long I'm
     AnYWAYS please heed the warnings, Rick bites Morty like A LOT and is
     v inhuman so yeah
     I am so sorry if I fucked this up they're out of character and I
     wrote this all in three hours please forgive me I love you <33
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
“SoOOO- so, thank god th-that- that that serum didn’t work, huh, Morty? ‘S
pretty- i-it’d be pretty fucked up if we- ‘cause, y-y’know, incest is so
disgURGH- disgusting,” he says casually, slurring out a laugh that sounds fake
to his own ears, but he’s gotten so good at faking that at this point, Morty
would believe anything he says. He hates himself only a little more than he
usually does for this fact.
Resisting the urge to sink down into his seat, he nods, managing a rather
forced smile and slumping slightly in relief as Rick keeps his focus on driving
in the tricky area between the Troposphere and the Stratosphere. “Y-Yeah, um,
yeah, Rick,” he half-mumbles, cheeks going pink as he stares out the window and
tries to ignore the crushed feeling in his chest. It’s been almost a year of
Rick being back and his stupid little puppy crush still hasn’t faded. He
wouldn’t mind it so much if it weren’t for the fact that Rick takes every
opportunity to point out how gross he finds incest to be, and it doesn’t help
that he almost always uses him and Morty as the examples.
“Morty, what, y-you- you enjoying all the carnage and destruction down there?
Hah, I-I’d kinkshame you, MoURGH- Morty, but it’s still better than ince-”
Usually he’d hate himself for being so transparent, but he’s tired, and he’s
trying to ignore the self-hatred that’s welling up in him like it does every
time he tries to assure both himself and Morty that they can never be together,
even if it does hurt him to deny Morty even one thing. The exact moment the
serum starts to work on him is shown by the way he has to visibly struggle keep
his vision facing straight forward, trying to keep his head tilted at an angle
that doesn’t let Morty see his eyes. ‘Fuck, why this and why now, we’re not
even fucking close to anywhere safe that we can land, fuck, I’m so fucked, fuck
fuck fuck-’
Brow furrowing as the other cuts off, he turns to ask for an explanation when
he sees Rick’s pupils dilate and he instinctively scoots away from his grandpa,
eyes going wide and his breath speeding up. “W-Wait, Rick, don’t- y-you said-
you said that th-that- that the serum doesn- d-doesn’t work on r-rela-
relatives, you- y-you sai-” He keeps stammering, speaking when he knows he
should probably just shut his mouth, but the nervousness that Rick might just
force it and then kill him combines with the reminder that there’s a very
slight chance that Rick might finally fuck him and he’d get to admit all of his
feelings for the older, and his heart’s racing faster and faster as he tenses
up against the passenger seat door.
Fuck dammit all. “Look, Mort- Morty, just- j-just calm-” He inhales, trying to
calm himself down but he gets a huge whiff of Morty’s scent and his spine
prickles, pupils dilating further and his vision blurring ever so slightly with
the need that’s suddenly huge and throbbing hard in-between his legs. He tries
again, more prepared for the almost sickly-sweet odour wafting from Morty’s
skin in waves that pulse in time with his heartbeat. “I- I-I’m not- I-I know
how to- t-to control- how the fuck to control myself, a-alright? Just c-calm-
calm down, jesus, y-you- you know, you’re acting like you’re th- like y-you’re
the one that’s- th-that has to deal with a sudden, inexplicable urge to fuck
yourse- well, y-you- you know what I mean!” He means to grunt with frustration,
but a low groan slips from him instead as Morty scoots a little closer, now
sitting only slightly scrunched-up against his seat. He freezes up, causing the
ship to sway dangerously, and he only grunts in irritation, rolling his eyes as
he commands, “Ship, k-keep- keep driving, fuck, autopilot o-or whatever the
hell I called th-the- whatever the fuck the function’s called,” and suddenly
the ship’s driving smooths out and he’s able to take his hands off of the wheel
to place them not-so-inconspicuously over his crotch.
He doesn’t realize his thoughts are spiraling so quickly until Morty grabs his
shoulder, shaking him hard enough that he’s jarred out of his thoughts and he’s
forced to turn to the shorter to scowl at him and get out ‘y-you little shit,
stop i-’ before plump lips are pressing up hard against his own. The kiss is
too short, lasts only as long as Morty can hold himself up in such a straining
position over the little table in-between their seats before he falls back,
panting hard and cheeks bright red. “Y-You- you looked- I-I’m sor- I’m sorry,
y-you just, you looked like y-you were- it’s fine, i-it’s okay,” and his words
are jumbled and he feels like he should apologize more but Rick’s got him by
the shoulders, hands shaking hard enough that he opens his mouth to ask if
there’s anything he can do to help when he realizes that Rick’s doing the best
he can to not just jump Morty, and that gets him to shut up real fast.
“Look- l-listen, Morty, you- y-you’re young, you don’t- y-you won’t- you don’t
want me to g-give- give into this, y-y’know the whole- th-the whole ‘mates for
life’ thing, it- th-there isn’t romance, we gotta- i-it’d just be sex, y’know,
it’s- a-and nothing wrong with non-romantic sex, Morty, it’s just, I-I don’t
want you to feel linked to me i-in any way, you’re young-” He cuts himself off
with an exasperated sigh, licking his lips and averting his gaze for a moment
as his eyes slip shut and he takes a deep breath before he looks back at Morty,
shaking slightly less as he asks, “M-My point is, are you sure you want to do
this?” Fuck. That wasn’t what he meant to say, not one bit, but Morty’s surging
up to kiss him again, and it’s hard enough that he can feel their lips bruising
ever so slightly and swelling against each other as a tiny tongue traces at the
entrance to his mouth before Morty pulls away, too quickly once more.
His pupils have dilated ever so slightly as well, Rick’s grip on his shoulder
strong and warm, comforting and arousing all at once, and it’s nearly too much
for his hormonal teenage self. “Yes, I-I’m- I want it, Rick, god, I-I’ve wanted
it for so long,” he whines out, and before Rick can ask just what the hell he
meant by ‘for so long’, Morty’s pulled his hands off of his shoulders and he’s
kissing Rick again, but this time he doesn’t pull away because he’s basically
launched himself at Rick, and now he’s in Rick’s lap and grinding against him
weakly and erratically as he deepens the kiss and nips gently at his
grandfather’s lower lip, tugging on it before blinking almost innocently up at
Rick. “...R-Rick?”
Nearly in some form of shock, he snaps out of it the moment his lip’s bitten,
eyes glazed over ever so slightly as Morty’s scent nearly quadruples in
intensity. The sudden closeness is something he definitely likes, but the
scent, it’s too much in too short of a time, and he gasps out a brief apology
before tearing at Morty’s shirt, leaning down to give him a brief kiss to tide
him over before managing to half-tear it off of the younger, just enough that
it's no longer quite as much in the way. A pale, heaving chest is exposed,
nipples hardening and now perky in the semi-cool air of the spaceship, and Rick
can’t help but to buck his hips back up against Morty’s as he leans down to nip
and lick at the younger’s adorable little pink buds.
“O-Oh god, Rick-!” His back curves, the tiny spark of fear from Rick’s sudden
actions fading as a warm heat slowly spreads throughout his body, only adding
onto the arousal that’d been there since he’d first noticed his grandpa’s
enormous pupils. Small hands scramble at the hem of Rick’s shirt, struggling to
pull the labcoat off before Morty’s able to take off Rick’s shirt, sighing in
relief as he sees the taller’s chest, decorated with bits of blue hair here and
there and a very noticeable happy trail leading down over his bellybutton and
into his pants.
His attention’s yanked away from Rick’s ridiculously attractive torso as he’s
gripped by the back of his head and pulled up into a rough kiss, spit dripping
down in-between them as a tongue shoves itself into Morty’s mouth. While
surprising, it’s certainly not unwelcome, and Morty manages to pull a gruff
moan out of Rick by sucking weakly on the organ even as their hands fumble with
each others' belts and zippers.
Then Rick’s scooted forwards, and now Morty’s able to wrap his legs around his
grandfather’s waist and start grinding without abandon, wet gasps and muffled
whimpers escaping him as he desperately tries to get off with the too-rough
friction that isn’t anywhere near enough to sate his growing lust. “F-Fah-
fuck, Ri- R-Rick!” He squeals out the taller’s name, Rick’s irritatingly
resilient belt buckle forgotten as the friction forces waves of pleasure to
spark up his spine and burst into hot bliss at the base of his skull. He tries
to grind harder, faster, attempting to angle his hips but he’s abruptly stopped
by Rick, and now drool’s slipping down the corner of his mouth, even moreso
than usual as he gazes at Morty with a lust so strong in his eyes that, for a
brief moment, Morty wonders whether Rick’s even capable of human thoughts and
emotions right now.
He’s pushed up onto the dashboard of the ship, jerked out of his thoughts by
Rick kissing him again, and any other time, Morty would be absolutely disgusted
with how messy and covered with drool and sweat they are, but right now it’s
only making him hotter, needier for more, and so he kisses back, alcohol-tinged
lips not staying nearly as long as they should be on his own as Rick presses a
messy trail of slobber and half-assed hickies down Morty’s torso.
A sharp gasp of ‘w-wait, Rick!’ is just enough for him to move away from
Morty’s skin, a soft growl leaving him before he can really stop it. Muttering
an apology, he takes a deep breath of Morty before looking up. “Y-Yeah, fuck,
sorry, should- sh-should we stop, or- shit, I’m sorry, Mor-”
“N-No, it’s- it’s not that! I-I just, I, uh, y-you won’t regret this later,
right? Y-You always- you keep saying h-how- how incest is bad, o-or what-
whatever, an- and I-I don’t- I thought- th-thought you’d hate me for feeling,
uh…” He stammers, trailing off as he realizes he’d just let slip the fact that
this isn’t just a run-of-the-mill ‘fuck because Rick’s got sex hormones
flooding his system’ sort of deal.
Rick only stares for two seconds before smashing his lips back up against
Morty’s, panting hard and one rough hand moving to start groping at Morty’s
still rock-hard dick. He pulls back a few moments later, still panting and
pupils huge as he laughs out, “Th-That’s- that’s the only reason that- y-you
stopped me for? Jesus, Morty, I-I’ve- I was in denial, hell, I-I still am, but
fuck, I- I-I need you, Morty, is- c-can- we can talk about feelings bullshit
later, I-I just need to- s-surround myself with your scent,” he groans out
against the shorter’s neck, silently praising each cut-off little gasp and
tremor that comes from the body underneath him.
Gasping for breath and nodding, Morty manages to weakly stammer out, “A-
Alright, but- j-just, can- c-can you take it a little bit easy? Y-You- I’m a-
y-y’know, I’m a virgin, n-never had- I-I’ve never even fingered mm- m-myself,
you knoOH!” He’s cut off by his own sharp, shocked moan as Rick bites into his
neck hard enough that he can feel several muscles twinge in protest, and he
knows it should hurt, but it only feels absolutely amazing, and he wonders in
the back of his mind whether Rick’s ‘marking’ him, more affected by the potion
than he’d originally thought, but it’s pushed out of his mind as a calloused
fingertip circles at the entrance of his ass.
It seems Rick’s bite had cut his mind off more than he’d thought, and now he’s
naked from the waist-down, shirt shoved up just enough that Rick can move down
to mouth over his nipples, just briefly. He pulls away, sucking on his fingers
for a few moments and getting drool all over Morty’s dick and lower half,
causing him to jerk up several times with soft yips, his dick nearly poking
Rick’s eye out as Rick prods his asshole with one spit-drenched finger.
“H-Hey, MoURGH- Morty, calm- c-calm down a bit, alright? Jesus, you- y-you
gotta relax, otherwise I’ll never be able to get my dick in you.”
The words send a shudder up Morty’s spine, and he chokes out a weak agreement,
nodding and letting his eyes flutter shut as he takes a deep breath, then lets
it out in a tremulous sigh. “S-Sorry, Rick, I-I, I-I just really need this
right now, y-you’re so- you’re so hot, a-and I want you to- to ff- f-fuck- to
fuck me,” he stammers out, cheeks bright red and his eyes shining a bit from
the pain of being bitten. He’s dimly aware of a trickle of blood running down
his shoulder, following the ridge of bone there, but he doesn’t mind it, too
preoccupied with throwing his head back and gasping out a weak ‘f-fuck!’ as
Rick manages to sink one finger into him.
Curling the calloused digit and smearing more spit over Morty’s entrance, he
wipes his hand off on his discarded labcoat before digging around in it with
said hand for a half-full bottle of lube that causes a mischievous little grin
to curl across his features. “Mmmh, perfect,” he says, continuing to gently
thrust that one finger in and out of his grandson’s ass while popping the cap
on the lube so that he can pull his hand away and spread the cool liquid over
three of his fingers. He keeps one out of the way, circling at Morty’s ass with
the other two and bopping Morty on the nose with the bottle, making sure he’s
paying attention. “Hey, you- you ready for a second finger? This time, ‘m gonna
show you the beauty of a prostate.” Without giving the shorter any time to
respond, he sinks both fingers in, feeling the muscle give way and reveling in
the smooth, hot slickness that’s Morty’s ass. Thrusting a few times so that
Morty can adjust, he then curls his fingers upwards, grinning again as he hears
a shrill squeak as Morty’s hips jerk upwards.
“Wh-What- oh, god, wh-what was tha- ahh- th-that!” He gasps out, unable to
quite fully catch his breath due to the sudden, almost too-intense pleasure
racing through his veins, seeming to replace the oxygen there for a few moments
as his damp chest heaves.
“That, Morty, is what a prostate- h-how wonderful a prostate is. Jus- just tell
me when you think you can handle my dick, an- and we’ll-” He’s cut off by Morty
bucking his hips, giving him bedroom eyes that are almost scary in intensity if
it didn’t send a shot of arousal straight to Rick’s dick.
“I-I’m- I’m ready now, Rick, just- f-fuck me, alright, please,” he whines out,
not feeling right, feeling fuzzy in the head, like he can’t quite get a deep
breath until Rick’s 8 inches up his ass. “I-I’m ready for you to fu-oh god!” He
squeals and arches his back as Rick adds his third finger, relentlessly
pressing them all up against Morty’s prostate as he growls.
“Sh-Shut up kid, you- y-you’re gonna make- I-I don’t wanna break you, okay? G-
Give it some time, an- a-and we’ll see about getting you fucked ‘till you can’t
walk. Until then, just- j-just sit back and enjoy the ride.” He continues
fingering Morty, being less aggressive but still continuously massaging that
same spot and practically purring at the sight before him:
Morty Smith, sprawled out on the dashboard of his spaceship, Cronenbergs
milling about underneath them as autopilot does its job. The torn scrap of
fabric that used to be Morty’s shirt is shoved up, drool’s hanging on the
corner of his mouth, his eyes are glazed over, and a trickle of blood is
running down over one of his pecs.
Rick decides to lean down and lick it up, pursing his lips at the iron but
groaning because it’s such a Morty flavour. Shaking himself out of it, he
presses his fingers in as deep as they can go, eyes flickering back up to
Morty’s face. “Now, be honest, Morty, can you take- take more than this? I’m
not- I-I’m not just being narcissistic, Morty, my dick is fucking huge, and I
don’t want to hurt-”
Morty wraps his arms around Rick’s neck, practically yanking him up for a needy
kiss that tastes like blood and alcohol and drool and too much lust in too
small of a space. Rick just barely manages to pull himself away, a shudder
running up and down his spine as something flickers in his eyes and he has to
desperately try to keep from absolutely wrecking Morty.
But Morty catches it, whines and claws at Rick’s back as much as he dares to
dig his nails in, because even he seems to realize that until they fuck, and
maybe even while they’re fucking, Rick isn’t going to be 100% human.
Spurting some more lube into his hand to warm it up, he looks down at Morty,
tilting his brow and seeming almost like a god due to the halo of light behind
his head from the shitty light in the spaceship. “Are you absolutely sure,
Morty? I-I mean it, I swear to god, Morty, I-I won’t- I can’t stop once we
start, y-you gotta- you have to know this right now.” He starts stroking
himself with the lube-covered hand, groaning and teasing Morty’s prostate one
last time before pulling his fingers out, tugging a weak little whimper of loss
out of Morty.
“Y-Yes, fuck, I’m sure! Y-You can’t- you don’t have to treat m-me- me like a
baby, Rick, I-I won’t break!” He pauses, seeming to weigh his options, then
grins. “B-But you- y-you can certainly try to break me.” A low growl is all he
gets before suddenly Rick’s pressing the head of his cock into Morty, slipping
in without too much resistance due to Rick’s insistence upon stretching him
properly, but as he goes in deeper and deeper, Morty feels like his very organs
are being shifted by Rick’s dick. His back curves elegantly, unsticking from
the damp mess on the now-warm metal that he’s laying on, and his dick twitches
as Rick’s cock hits Morty’s prostate, then stays pressed up too-close, sliding
against it more and more until he feels that touch of Rick’s balls to his own,
his eyes going wide and his breath stuttering.
After a few moments, Rick’s able to stop shaking so hard, worriedly looking
over to Morty and wiping off one hand to gently press it to his cheek. “F-Fuck,
should- w-we should- stop, fuck, th-this-!” His sentence is cut off as Morty
clenches down around his dick, tearing a feral snarl of a moan out of Rick's
throat. “FUCK! D-Don’t- don’t do that, god- shit,” he curses out, brow
furrowing as he scrunches his eyes shut tight, feeling his pulse hammering away
at his veins, especially in his dick. “A-Are- Are you alright? C-Can I move,
fuck, I-I don’t know how long I can wait,” he mutters, keeping his eyes shut
because he doesn’t trust himself to not attack Morty’s neck again.
Morty rolls his hips shakily, the action jerky but making it clear that he
doesn’t want Rick to stop, that he wants Rick to fuck him already. “R-Rick, oh
my god, I-I’m not a stupid- I-I’m not fragile, please just- fuck me already!”
He practically squeals out the last word, bucking his hips again and choking on
his own spit as Rick pulls back just an inch or two before slamming back in.
“Fuck, I-I’m- I’m sorry, Mortyyyohhhgod…” He trails off, shuddering again and
leaning down to give Morty a rough kiss that pinches both of their mouths and
blood’s in the kiss again. “God, I’m,” he gasps out after pulling away,
squeezing his eyes shut and rocking his hips weakly back and forth. “M-Morty,
you- y-y-you gotta slow the fuck down, I-I’m gonna hurt you,” he grits out from
behind tightly-clenched teeth, and he thinks he chipped one of them but he
doesn’t know for sure because so what if that dull crack was a piece of enamel
coming off of one of his teeth, at least he hasn’t hurt Morty.
And he doesn’t respond. Not vocally, at least. No, instead, he decides to
clench down again, grinding his hips up against Rick’s as he stutters out in
the most commanding voice he can muster up, “I-I fucking want you to be rough
with me, I-I don’t give two shits whether o-or not you hurt me, Rick, n-now
fuck me like- l-l-like- like you said you would, u-until I 'can’t walk', a-as
you said?” His voice is just teetering on the edge of cheeky teasing, eyes
narrowed for exactly two seconds before Rick pulls out nearly all of the way
then slams back in, pupils enormous and seeming almost slightly slit.
“You little fucking shit, d-do you even know what you’re ASKING for?” He growls
the words out, and it’s not a ‘smoked one too many cigarettes’ or ‘got hammered
once too many times’ sort of growl, it’s the sort of feral-wolf growl, the kind
of growl that sends a shiver of terror up your spine because you know you’re
going to get hurt.
Morty just gasps and bucks his hips hard, eyes rolling back into his head even
as he groans out, in that same half-cheeky tone, “N-No, but- b-but you should-
oh god fuck- t-teACH- teach me!” His voice is stuttered, barely coherent from
how hard Rick’s slamming into him and absolutely aching with how much is being
rammed into him and how quickly it’s happening. He barely has enough time to
breathe, let alone snark at Rick some more, and it’s with a wheezed out ‘f-
fuck’ that he stops talking completely, sharp yelps of moans getting
practically forced out of him with each harsh thrust.
Shifting so that he’s hitting Morty’s prostate almost painfully hard with each
thrust, a malicious grin spreads over his lips. That’s the only warning Morty
gets before Rick bites down onto that same spot, several nerves and muscles
bending and bruising as the skin is torn and they both know that that area’s
going to scar.
A shrill shout of a moan leaves Morty, and, absolutely overstimulated and tears
falling from his eyes from the pain of being bitten so savagely, he cums with a
strangled cry of Rick’s name, garbled past the point of recognition as cum
spurts from his dick in thick ropes that streak across his chest and abdomen.
When Rick doesn’t stop fucking him, he gasps, oversensitive and struggling to
remain conscious even as more bolts of pleasure force him to stay awake and
watch as Rick fucks into him harder, impossibly faster.
He grips Morty’s flaccid dick, using the lube-coated hand to jerk him off as he
starts to get close. Another growl leaves him, a grunt of something vaguely
similar to ‘M-Morty’ as he licks over the blood droplets starting to form on
the skin he’s torn with gentle laves of his tongue. Leaning back, he doesn’t
bother swallowing the blood before kissing Morty, licking into his mouth and
relishing the shudder of disgusted pleasure that runs up his grandson’s back at
tasting his own blood on Rick’s tongue.
He thrusts a few more times, loud smacking accompanying the bruisingly harsh
movements before he goes still, choking out something inhuman from the back of
his throat as he fills Morty’s ass with more cum than a human should be
biologically capable of producing, bringing Morty to an agonizing second orgasm
that absolutely rips through his body.
Rick doesn’t bother pulling out, exhaustion overtaking his body as he slumps
and falls backwards into his seat, not caring about sitting on the
uncomfortable lump of their combined clothing. He has a Morty in his lap, he’s
tired, and he’s just fucked the shit out of said Morty. Being a prissy little
shit about sleeping circumstances can come later, he thinks dimly to himself
before passing out.
Morty’s already fast asleep, snoring and shaking slightly from pain and slight
dehydration, soft little scabs already forming over the rather nasty-looking
bite on the crook of his neck.
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Somehow the ship knew to take them to the universe Rick had been calculating
for before the potion’s effects had taken, and it’s with a startlingly loud
alarm that Morty's woken up, the boy immediately crying out as his neck starts
to throb viciously in tandem with the pain radiating throughout his entire
lower half. Fuck, he feels like he’s been through a car crash or five, and
possibly attacked by a wolf.
Rick’s still dead asleep, snoring and dried blood crusted on the corners of his
lips as drool slips down out of the side of his mouth. The sound of Morty’s
cry, however, wakes him up, and he comes to with a snort, eyes wide and
panicked as he looks around for his grandson before he sees that Morty’s in his
lap, and his dick’s still up Morty’s ass. “O-Oh, shit- sorry, kid, uh, h-hold
your breath,” he slurs out, tongue sticking to the roof of his mouth and the
nasty aftertaste of drool and blood still on his breath as he carefully lifts
Morty off of his cock, a few spurts of pinkish-tinged cum dripping down the
inside of the kid’s leg as he does so. He grimaces in sympathy; fuck, that
looks like it’s gonna hurt for at least a few weeks.
A shrill yelp leaves him at the strange sensation of Rick pulling him off of
Rick’s dick, his ass clenching reflexively before he chokes out a ‘th-thanks’,
throat sore from screaming his head off earlier. His voice cracks and he
grimaces, rolls his eyes at himself for being so predictable, then realizes
that his throat hurts too, and he doesn’t try speaking again, gulping dryly in
an attempt to wet his dehydrated throat.
“Ship, get- g-gimme some water, and if there isn’t any, then get me the next
best- oh, thanks.” The ship promptly spits a bottle of Powerade out onto the
passenger seat, and Rick snatches it up, opening the top and holding it up to
Morty’s mouth. “Drink. Y-You’re dehydrated, and you- y-you really- I really did
a number on you, kid. Uh, sorry a-about that, by the way. You can punch me once
you’re feeling better, if it helps at all.”
Morty manages to weakly flip Rick off with a shaking hand, grimacing as the
action pulls at sore skin and abused muscles. “Nngh…” His voice still sounds
shot to hell, but at least he’s able to speak now, and his headache’s gotten a
little bit better. “F-Fuck, that...th-that was the besh- best ex- e-ex-
experience of m-my fuckin’- f-fucking life,” he breathes out, pressing a sloppy
kiss to Rick’s lips. “B-But you have to carry me around, b-because- ‘cause I
can’t f-fucking walk,” he stammers out with a quivery little laugh, leaning his
forehead against Rick’s.
 
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