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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Rick_and_Morty
  Character:
      Rick_Sanchez_(Rick_and_Morty), Morty_Smith, Birdperson, Squanchy
  Additional Tags:
      NSFW, Latino!Rick, young!Rick, The_Flesh_Curtains, Rick_and_Morty_-
      Freeform, dubcon, Incest, Underage_-_Freeform, Underage_Drinking
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-09-13 Chapters: 3/3 Words: 6679
****** Rick of Ages ******
by gothboobs
Summary
     Morty builds his own portal gun to travel back in time and see Rick
     perform with The Flesh Curtains live! He quickly becomes a Rick
     groupie.
***** Chasing After Starlight *****
Morty checked, and then double-checked the coordinates on his portal gun. Yes,
his portal gun. It had taken a little over a year, but Morty had carefully
studied Rick’s portal gun, and one tiny piece at a time, with many mistakes
along the way, Morty had managed to craft his very own method of inter-
dimensional travel.
Ever since Birdperson had found him unconscious and brought him back to his
house to recuperate, Morty’s thoughts had often wandered back to the photo of
Rick on stage, bass in hand, singing to a screaming crowd of thousands.
Morty had completed his portal gun about 2 months before his sixteenth
birthday, and had immediately used it to travel back in time to check out The
Flesh Curtains play a few smaller shows. For all the shows, Morty kept to the
fringes of the audience to hide, but he still managed to buy some official
merchandise to secretly wear when Grandpa Rick wasn’t around.
Young Rick was incredible on stage. His presence commanded the attention of
every person in attendance, and his skill combined with Birdperson’s beautiful
vocals and Squanchy’s drum solos made The Flesh Curtains an amazing band to
watch.
With the portal gun calibrated properly, Morty looked at his outfit one final
time before leaving. It was the night before his sixteenth birthday, and Morty
was going to finally go to the concert from the photograph in Birdperson’s
house. Taking a deep breath, Morty fired the portal in his room, and stepped
through as his heart raced with excitement.
The concert venue was thick with bodies big and small. Morty slid his portal
gun tightly into its holster and then took off, ducking and dodging his way
through the crowd to get to the front. He had stayed in the back and at the
edges for every performance, but this was the one he neededto see up close. As
Morty shimmied his way past a particularly large alien, a huge hand grasped his
shoulder and spun him around. A bright blue face invaded his personal space,
and shouted at him.
“Ey, you one ‘a tha groupies ordered fo’ Flesh Curtains?”
For the first time on one of his solo adventures, Morty got more than just a
little nervous. “Uhh—n-n-no…I’m j-j-just here to see—”
But the alien had turned and was dragging Morty through the crowd without
paying attention to any more questions. Morty fleetingly wondered if he should
try to escape, but Rick was in his twenties…he wouldn’t recognize him anyway,
right? The excitement of being backstage at a Flesh Curtains performance, and
his mental justification that it was his birthday tomorrow after all, gave
Morty the courage to shrug, grin, and happily follow after the bouncer.
Morty was led down two sets of stairs into a subterranean night club that was
pulsing with music. Here, there were more humans than Morty usually saw at
these concerts, but they were still the minority in a crowd filled with every
imaginable alien. Thumping music blared from speakers, and the second the
bouncer’s hand left Morty’s shoulder, a drink was shoved into Morty’s hand, and
he was pushed onto the dance floor. Under the cover of music, noise, and
lights, Morty lost his anxiety and started to dance. The drink smelled
horrible, so Morty passed it off to another partier, and with his hands free,
let loose to his favorite music.
As Morty danced, he was suddenly surprised by a pair of strong, warm arms
encircling his waist, and pulling him backward into a muscular chest. Enjoying
the music and feeling of anonymous freedom, Morty leaned into the embrace and
ground against his new partner. As they danced, Morty felt his face flush as
his partner ran calloused hands up Morty’s sides and dipped his head to breathe
against Morty’s neck. He was a great dancer, and feeling bold, Morty spun
around and threw his arms around their neck, to get a better look while they
danced.
When his eyes looked up, Morty’s mouth instantly dropped open. Rick, in all his
rockstar glory smirked down at him and grabbed Morty’s ass to pull him closer.
Rick’s blue hair was longer, darker, and even more unkempt than present-day;
spilling down the nape of his neck to caress his ears and collarbones. His
shirtless chest was adorned with necklaces, a slight dusting of coarse hair and
both shoulders sported tattoos. As different as this younger version of Rick
looked from the elderly man Morty was used to, their unifying trait were the
wicked, dazzling blue eyes with a glare that shot straight to Morty’s heart.
“Oye, chiquito, p-por qué paras?”
Morty suddenly realized that in his shock at recognizing Rick, he had stopped
dancing completely and was now simply standing still, pressed tightly against
Rick’s chest, with his arms around his jeweled neck, and Rick’s large hands
firmly grasping his bottom. Morty’s high school Spanish was rusty as hell, so
the only word he caught was “baby.” Flustered, he pressed his hands against
Rick’s chest and pushed just enough to put a few inches between them.
“Oye, óyeme relaja-ah, mierda, tu hablas Ingles ehh—h-hey, relax, babe, don’t
get too starstruck, eh?”
Morty allowed himself to exhale the breath he didn’t know he was holding.
Duhhh, Rick didn’t recognize him, why was he freaking out? Morty bit his lip as
he splayed his fingers across Rick’s chest and started to sway his hips again
with the music, “So-sorry, I-I-I didn’t realize it was-it was you, y’know?”
“Ay dios mío, cariño,” Rick laughed and pulled Morty close again, “You’re
fucking cute,” Moving one hand down to clasp the back of Morty’s knee and hike
up his leg to rest on the side of Rick’s hip, Rick seductively moved against
Morty in time to the music and grinned as Morty blushed.
As they danced, Rick took every opportunity possible to grope Morty through his
tight jeans, and snicker Spanish against his ears and neck. As the song ended
and changed to a new one, Rick took Morty by the hand and tugged him off the
dance floor to the VIP section. Bounding up the few steps to the secluded area,
Rick threw himself into a low, cushioned bench against the wall, yanking Morty
along with him. Caught off balance, Morty tumbled forward and landed in Rick’s
arms, inadvertently straddling his lap.
Sitting up, Morty felt his skin grow hot as Rick’s hands roamed over his body
before landing on Morty’s ass once again and gripping it as he stared up at
Morty.
“Que pasó escuincle? You seem nervous.”
Rick was intoxicating. Morty was a strange mix of turned on, nervous, and
terrified, and the pulsing music and dark lighting was making his mind swim. So
much about Rick was the same—his eyes, his smirk, the long thin fingers, his
raspy voice (which spoke Spanish half the time, much to Morty’s confusion), the
way his expression would waver between glee and rage at a moments notice…Morty
felt unbelievably dirty for wanting someone who would eventually become his
grandfather, but he couldn’t help himself. Leaning his forearms onto Rick’s
chest, Morty braced his fingertips against Rick’s stubble-covered jaw, and
pressed a timid kiss to his lips. Morty felt Rick smile into the kiss, and
pulling back, Morty bit his lip, worried that Rick was about to make fun of him
for being a bad kisser. 
He was half right; Rick’s hands left Morty’s ass and instead spread themselves
flat against his back as he drew Morty close to his chest that rumbled with low
chuckles.
“Besas de la chingada. Here, let me show you how.”
Morty could only begin his sentence, “Wh-what did you-you-you just say—”    
—Before Rick enveloped his open mouth with a heady, demanding kiss.  
Morty whimpered with delight into the kiss as Rick deftly moved his tongue
against Morty’s, simultaneously teaching him how Rick liked to kiss and sending
chills running from his teeth to his toes. Morty’s hands drifted up to Rick’s
thick head of hair, where he tousled his fingers in the soft blue strands, and
pulled Rick’s face closer still.
“So excited over a kiss…you’re all mine tonight, ”
Morty panted with passion as Rick murmured against his neck before giving him a
savage bite, and covering the red mark with kisses as Morty alternated between
protesting at the pain and groaning with delight.
“Ey, Rick, apúrate, salimos en diez minutos.”
Morty recognized that voice couldn’t help but wince once again at the memory of
finding Squanchy in the garage closet. Rick pushed Morty off his lap, stood,
and stretched his arms while arching his back. Morty stared hungrily as Rick’s
muscles strained beneath his brown skin as Rick turned around and winked at
Morty.
“No te preocupes querido, acabare lo que empecé…See you after the concert…”
Following Squanchy through the crowd, Rick laughed as he walked off, and Morty
hurried to follow the rest of the crowd as they crowded back up to the main
venue for The Flesh Curtains to take the stage.
***** Burn of Infinity *****
Chapter Summary
     The Flesh Curtains take the stage, and afterwards, Morty joins Rick
     for the band afterparty.
Morty ran alongside the rest of the crowd as they shoved their way through the
exiting mass of fans to get near the stage. A heavy tap on Morty’s shoulder
announced the presence of a mohawked human with heavy makeup and red eyes. He
waved a bright purple pill in front of Morty and shouted over the pounding
music,
“First time atta intergalactic concert, little dude? You gotta wear one of
these—it’ll translate alien talk real-time for you!”
Morty nodded vigorously with an aggravated sigh. He had never been offered one
of these before at previous concerts, and instead had just listened to lyrics
in languages he didn’t understand, enjoying the music. The man broke open the
pill revealing two halfs, one with a sharp needle inside. It was an earring;
not a pill.
Swallowing hard, Morty reached out and grabbed his new ‘friend’s arm. “H-h-
heyyy—this is-this is safe, right?”
“Dude, it’s a new one, they only work once,” perhaps sensing Morty’s nerves,
the punk leaned down and cocked his ear to show Morty, “this one’s mine, see? I
can put yours on if you want.”
Morty nodded as he chanted to himself “just don’t think about it, just don’t
think about it”silently, and turned his head, offering his right ear for the
earring. A half-second of searing, hot pain exploded on his ear as the little
pill clamped down on Morty’s earlobe. As bad as it was at first, the pain
almost instantly faded to a dull ache, as Morty raised a shaking hand to gently
touch his sore ear. His new friend flashed him two thumbs up and then grabbed
his arm, gesturing toward the front of the stage.
In every concert previously, Morty had just felt kind of strange and alone,
surrounded by chatter he didn’t understand, but with his brand new accessory
(with bonus wound) he was suddenly surrounded by thousands of conversations. He
was overwhelmed at how much better it was and couldn’t stop the big dopey grin
that slowly spread across his face as he followed his Mohawk savior through the
crowd.
Just as they were within a few dozen feet of the far edge of the stage, the
lights in the club went pitch black and a viciously loud drum solo thundered
through the hall. The noise was so deafeningly loud, Morty clapped his hands to
his ears, instantly forgetting about his new piercing, and consequently
screaming in pain. But he was drowned out by the blaring music. As the lights
came up, Birdperson flew up from behind the crowd to stage, acing his landing.
When he stood, plumes of red and purple flames shot up from the corners of the
stage, revealing Squanchy on a pedestal surrounded by drums, and Rick, radiant
beneath pink, yellow and blue spotlights. The drum solo suddenly cut, and
Birdperson pulled the mic stand into his chest and his silky voice crooned
through the loudspeakers.
The Flesh Curtains were officially performing. The crowd roared as familiar
classics poured through the club and a thousand voices raised up to sing along.
Sheer rapture stretched a wide grin across Morty’s face as he took his hands
off his ears, welcomed the cacophony and waved his arms to the music.
Added lyrics was incandescent. The Flesh Curtains were a talented and poetic
group despite, or perhaps, because of their name. Birdperson’s clear, melodious
alto voice mingled with Rick’s thick, husky backup vocals in perfect harmony.
After a few songs, Birdperson took a couple steps back as Rick switched his
bass for a lead guitar. Grabbing a mic stand with one hand, Rick dragged it
after him as he staggered to front and center of the stage and planted the
stand aggressively in front of him.
Leering out at the crowd, Rick thrust his chest out and grinned as he bellowed
out at the crowd, “Más fuerte!”
Morty smacked his forehead, why the FUCK did the translator not work for
Spanish!?
Rick jammed out a few audacious power chords and then snagged the microphone,
mashing it against his mouth as he sang in a strange alien language:
Did you escape my violence /  In the astral extremities of space? /  My rage
unrelenting because of your loss /  Enflames me with wondering wanderlust
 
Morty’s mouth dropped open for what felt like the hundredth time that night.
THESEare the lyrics he had been missing!? Closing his eyes to focus on the
music, Morty threw his head back and smiled into the music.
Wine to forget, but this song to remember /  My unyielding despair that you’re
gone— /  A capacious universe teeming with souls, /  But without yours to hold,
I’m alone.
You’ve shattered the face of galactic grandeur /  With millions of copies
‘cross reality /  I chase after starlight to kill my own soul /  And heal
myself from the burn of infinity
He couldn’t help himself, Morty opened his eyes. Rick was gorgeous beneath the
lights, dancing in place before the mic as he sang and played his guitar. His
movements were seductive, but chaotic; he gyrated and then he slithered…it was
mesmerizing to watch.
When he finished his solo to deafening applause, Morty could have sworn that as
he turned and walked back toward his earlier position on stage, he glanced over
at his shoulder, directly at Morty and stuck his tongue out.
Morty squeaked and felt butterflies fill his stomach. He convinced himself he
was imagining things and cheered along with the crowd as the concert continued.
The Flesh Curtains played for a total of three extremely enthusiastic hours,
with the band members running around almost non-stop on stage. Rick, Birdperson
and Squanchy were indeed exceptional performers.
After two encores, the band finally permanently left the stage. Morty was
jostled around with the mob as bouncers started forcing people out of the
venue. Morty was getting too nervous waiting to see Rick, so he managed to get
to the edge of the crowd near the wall where most people had already left and
grabbed his portal gun out of his holster. Just as he raised his arm to shoot a
portal, a large hand darted out of nowhere and seized his arm, pulling Morty
backward. Flinging himself around with his fist raised, Morty was abruptly
face-to-face with a vibrant, devious, and dripping-with-sweat Rick Sanchez.
Rick ripped the portal gun from Morty’s hand and stuck it in his back pocket as
he growled out his next words through gritted teeth, “Ni se te ocurra irte,
bebé.”
Hunching over, Rick thrust his shoulder into Morty’s middle, and smoothly
hoisted him up and over, striding quickly back through the crowd toward
backstage. Morty grasped the back of Rick’s vest in an attempt to steady
himself and in response he felt Rick pinch his bottom. Huffing, Morty smacked
Rick’s back in retaliation, and he heard the rocker chuckle darkly before Rick
hefted Morty on his shoulder, driving his shoulder into Morty’s middle as he
landed, knocking the wind out of the skinny teenager. Morty gasped and for air
and scrambled with his hands to hang on for dear life as Rick snickered as he
walked. “No intentes pelear algo que no puedes ganar.”
Morty huffed again but didn’t hit, and settled for watching the disappearing
crowd filter out of the venue as Rick lugged him backstage.
Morty was unexpectedly dropped onto the hard surface of a huge subwoofer and
Rick shoved his face next to Morty’s, so close that their noses were almost
touching. “No te muevas ok?”
Blinking in confusion, Morty’s curious nature suddenly took over, “H-h-hey why
do these translation earrings only-only tr-translate alien? I only remember l-
l-like twenty words in-in Spanish, y’know.”
Rick’s face went blank for a full moment before he threw back his head and
burst out laughing. Grabbing Morty around the neck, Rick scrubbed his knuckles
into Morty’s scalp and alternately punched him lightly in the ribs.
“Solo veinte palabras, eh? Niño malo, no te preocupes, yo te enseño.” Rick
released Morty who himself was in a fit of giggles and pressed his forehead to
the teenager’s. “In English: Don’t move. I’ll be back in a minute.”
He ended the command with another wink and Morty giggled like a child, mentally
hating himself for being so obvious about his crush. Rick laughed again—god it
sounded beautiful to hear Rick’s laugh so frequently—and giving Morty’s
shoulders a final squeeze, he disappeared into a group of roadies. A few
minutes later, Rick showed up again, lugging two guitar cases with him. He
handed one to Morty and placed the second one carefully by Morty’s feet.
Smirking, Rick yelled over his shoulder, “Hey BP, I got all my stuff together!”
Morty bristled, “H-hey! ‘Stuff!?’”
BirdPerson seemed to materialize out of nowhere; “Then let us depart in style!”
What could only be described as a stretch flying saucer was waiting outside for
the band as Rick hustled Morty along out the door.
When they arrived at the floating mansion hovering weirdly above a bubbling
blue lava-like substance, Morty had already determined that there was probably
nothing left that could surprise him tonight. He had been spoiled with playful
rough-housing during the ride to the mansion, interrupted once in a while with
long, lingering makeout sessions. Rick alternated between scolding him in
rough, gravelly Spanish and whispering dirty talk against his ear in thickly
accented English. It had basically been thirty minutes of pure, pervy, heaven,
and Morty silently thanked god that there was bad lighting almost everywhere so
less people could notice the fairly obvious boner he was sporting.
As they exited the vehicle, Rick grabbed Morty’s hand and wove his fingers with
Morty’s before leaning close with a mildly serious expression. “Don’t let go;
promise?”
“Uh, y-yeah, I won’t, Rick.”
Rick bumped his forehead against Morty’s affectionately and then headed off to
the entrance of the mansion, tugging Morty along with him as the teenager
trotted quickly behind to keep up with Rick’s long strides.
Inside, Morty’s senses were bombarded. More loud music, but of the slower, R&B
variety thumped in the speakers…sexy and near-naked alien dancers of various
genders were grinding on poles and other people…the smell of weed, wine and
sweat assaulted Morty’s nose but he took a deep breath anyway and followed Rick
closely.
Rick was popular. Friends and fans alike pulled him into hugs and hi-fives,
handing him drinks and flirted shamelessly before noticing Morty next to Rick
and repeating the routine. Throughout the introductions, Rick never let go of
Morty’s hand, and Morty felt a swell of confidence and safety despite present
circumstances. At one point, Rick pulled Morty into an embrace and pressed a
wine-soaked smooch against his lips. Pulling back, Rick shoved a thin open
bottle of wine into Morty’s free hand and grinned, “Good, ey!? This is your
bottle if y-you wanna drink.”
Morty kept eye contact with Rick as he raised the wine bottle to his lips and
tried his best to be seductive as he lifted the bottle to his lips placed them
completely over the mouth of the bottle as if he was sucking dick, and slowly
drank the wine. Rick watched, enchanted, until Morty lowered the bottle and
swallowed.
Narrowing his eyes and dropping his voice, Rick growled, “Ohhh va..?”
Morty shivered at the danger in his voice and licked his lips free of the
sweet, fragrant wine.
Rick sped up the friendly conversations after this and all too soon Morty found
himself being bustled into dark blue hallway. Just as Rick was about to turn
into a room, a loud, angry voice boomed from the end of the hallway.
“OY, FUCKER!”
A four armed, seven foot, monstrous-looking alien stormed toward them with his
fists clenched. Morty shrank behind Rick and squeezed his hand in fear. Rick
calmly rolled his eyes and stood in front of Morty, “A la chingada.”
“You said you’d get crystal two weeks ago, asshole, where is it?”
Rick subtly moved closer to the closed door he had been walking toward and
angled Morty toward it. The alien advanced and raised his fists. Out of fear,
Morty released Rick’s hand and put his arms up to shield himself. Moving almost
faster than Morty’s eyes could track, the alien suddenly lunged forward and
snatched Morty off of his feet by the front of his shirt. Shrieking in fright,
Morty dropped his wine bottle and tried to kick and punch his aggressor as the
alien growled and shook him fiercely.
“Oy, Rick how ‘bout I just take this thing instead?”
Rick was still deadly calm and simply caught Morty’s falling wine bottle,
sipped deeply and then glared up at the alien. “Put him down, and then I will
kill you.”
“Ha, you mean ‘or,’ idiot.”
Rick sipped the wine again before dropping it where it fell to the floor and
shattered, spraying purplish-red splatters across the hallway. He slowly shook
his head and clenched his teeth. “No, I meant ‘then’ but I’m impatient.”
Springing forward, Rick slammed his fist into the alien’s gut before it had a
chance to react, and then delivered a savage uppercut to its chin. Stunned, and
reeling from the pain, Morty was dropped unceremoniously to the floor.
Scrambling away on his hands and knees, Morty winced as he felt a piece of
glass slice into his palm. Recoiling in pain, Morty pressed his cut hand to his
chest to stop the blood flow and tried to back up against the wall to avoid the
brutal fistfight playing out in the hall.
Morty needn’t have worried, as it proceeded to be a fairly one-sided fight.
Rick wasted no time in beating the alien down to the floor, despite taking a
few hits himself, and once on the ground, Rick proceeded to climb on top and
viciously stomp it’s head until the arms and legs stopped twitching. Staggering
back, Rick whirled to face Morty, and his face paled when he saw the teenager.
Kneeling on the ground, with a slightly bruised chin and blood soaking his
shirt, Morty looked up at Rick with a mixture of relief and terror. Rick rushed
to Morty and picked him up, “Morty! Fuck, a-a-are you okay? Morty, are you
okay? Whe-whe-where are you hurt, Morty!?”
Morty blinked at Rick and his expression changed from one of relief to one of
confusion and anger. “WHAT!? You know who I am???”
Rick kneeled and scooped Morty up into his arms with little effort. He then
shoved open the door and bustled Morty inside, slamming it shut with his foot
after them and darting with Morty in his arms to the bed in the center of the
room. The dark blue bedroom was dimly illuminated by star-shaped lights that
lined the walls as if they were surrounded by space.
Rick gently laid Morty down on the bed and pulled at his shirt in mild panic,
“Morty, y-y-your chest, Morty, bebè, what happened! Where are you bleeding,
show me!”
“I’m f-fiiine, fuck!” Morty tried to shove Rick off of him, but Rick was
persistent, and managed to yank Morty’s shirt off as Morty struggled and
protested in annoyance. Naked to the waist, Morty shoved his still-bleeding
hand at Rick, “It’s my hand asshole!”
“Oh, gracias a dios–” Rick fell on top of Morty and wrapping Morty’s hand in
Morty’s shirt, proceeded to cover Morty from his neck to his waist in kisses.
Morty kicked Rick off and scowled, “You knew!”
Rick sat back on his heels and laughed as he slowly pulled off his vest and
shook his hair out. “Ehh…si? I’m a fucking genius, Morty, you re-re-really
think-you really think older me didn’t no-notice that you made a portal gun and
have been sneaking off to watch my concerts?”
Morty felt his face turn red with embarrassment as Rick continued to laugh at
him.
“He came back and p-paid me a little visit to give me a heads up…” Rick cocked
his head, “Also to get drunk…y chingar…Anyway, I decided to have a little fun
with you.”
Morty rolled his eyes, fucking typical. Feeling like a fool, Morty held out his
good hand, “Give me my portal gun then, and I-I-I’ll go.”
“Ha!” Rick crawled on the bed toward Morty until he was close to his face and
rubbed his nose with his, “No chance, Morty.” Rick grabbed Morty’s jaw in his
hand and squished his cheeks together so Morty’s mouth puckered up. He
snickered and rubbed his forehead against Morty’s. “Wanna kiss?”
Morty furrowed his brow angrily and tried to stay furious, but the wine was
making him feel warm and relaxed, and Rick was a little too good at the game of
seduction. His devastating eyes were glittering  as they gazed at Morty, and
Morty could feel his boner twitch insistently as the last of his resolve
disappeared in the sexy conflagration of Rick’s mere presence. Morty did his
best to mimic Rick’s growl and pouted adorably, as he spoke with his cheeks
pinched, “Yeshh…”
Any feelings of annoyance were swiftly driven from Morty’s mind as Rick pounced
on him that instant and covered him with warm, hungry kisses. While Rick kissed
him senseless, Morty was dimly aware of Rick’s deft hands ripping his discarded
shirt and wrapping strips tightly around Morty’s bloody palm. Pushing off, Rick
grabbed another bottle of wine off the bedside table and pushed it into Morty’s
good hand.
“Bebe. Drink, baby, it’ll help the pain.”
Morty lifted the bottle to his lips and sipped deeply, enjoying the hot
sensation down his throat as the sweet wine dribbled into him. Rick took the
bottle back before Morty could drink too much, and put it back on the table.
Returning his attentions to the young teenager, Rick snagged Morty and dragged
him into another bruising kiss, his long fingers wandering down to gently cup
Morty’s growing bulge.
Morty groaned and arched into the touch, grabbing Rick’s shoulders and digging
his nails into his muscle. “Rrrrick—”
Laughing, Rick rubbed Morty through his jeans and lightly pinched his nipples,
“Eres tan fácil.”
Morty huffed through the kiss and whined, “Englishhh…”
‘Fuck you.” Rick unbuckled the front of and tucked his fingers in the edge of
Morty’s waistband as Morty squirmed beneath him. “I’ll make you learn Spanish,
fucker.”
Rick dragged Morty’s jeans down his legs, and his boxers followed soon after.
Naked and twisting against silk bedsheets, Morty groaned as Rick’s hand’s
smoothed up and down his skin. Lifting his head up, Morty was just in time to
see Rick hover over his rock-hard cock. Grinning Rick grabbed Morty’s dick and
pumped it agonizingly slowly as Morty writhed, “Say por favor, baby.”
“Por favor, Rick ahhh!”
Rick’s tongue flicked out and swirled around Morty’s tip, torturing him until
Morty grunted, and grabbing Rick’s long hair, pushed his head down onto his
dick. Rick laughed again around Morty’s dick and began to bob his head up and
own, sucking slowly, and driving Morty wild. Leaning his head back against the
pillow, Morty snapped it right back up again as he felt a wet finger press
against him gently.
“RICK! Oooohhh…”
“Ey…”
Rick’s finger easily slipped inside after a few seconds of pushing, and Morty
moaned at the sensation. Wanting to participate, Morty struggled to sit up and
pushed Rick off, breathing heavily. Rick cocked an eyebrow, “Hm?”
Morty breathed for a few seconds before lunging forward and tackling Rick
backward onto the bed. “H-h-how do-do you like it?”
Rick answered by cupping the back of Morty’s head in his hand and drawing him
into a tender kiss. Morty’s hands clumsily found their way to Rick’s belt,
where Morty fumbled and grabbed until the buckle came loose and he was able to
undo the button and zipper of the front of Rick’s jeans.
As he felt Rick’s boner almost jump out of the tight confines of his pants,
Morty gasped and pulled back from the kiss to look down at Rick and stick his
tongue out as he reached his hands into Rick’s boxers and stroked his massive
length.
Rick helped Morty scooch his jeans down further, until his cock sprang up and
nearly smacked Morty in the face. Gripping the thick cock in front of him,
Morty excitedly clamped his mouth over the tip, attempting to stuff as much of
Rick into his mouth as possible.
“Ayy, easy, easy!” Rick ran his fingers through Morty’s curls as Morty drooled
and moaned through a sloppy blowjob. After just a few minutes Rick couldn’t
take it anymore, and gently pushed Morty off, before sliding to the edge of the
bed in a sitting position. Rummaging around in the bedside table until he found
lube, Rick slathered it onto his cock before grabbing Morty and dragging him
into his lap to straddle him.
Morty buried his face in Rick’s neck as he circled his arms around the strong,
tattooed shoulders before him. “R-rick, p-p-please be gentle…”
Rick’s warm arm squeezed him into his chest as he rubbed his back with one hand
and firmly rubbed lube on the inside of Morty’s ass with the other. “I’ll take
care of you, cariño.”
He positioned himself beneath Morty and pushed carefully as Morty whimpered
sweetly into Rick’s neck. Rick finally slipped in and pushed until Morty was
sitting flat on Rick’s lap and filled completely with cock. Guiding Morty’s
hips, Rick began to slowly teach him to bounce and grind up and down on Rick’s
dick, gaining speed as he groaned in ectasy.
Rick grunted and bit his lip as he watched the red-faced, huffing and puffing
teenager ride him like a fuckin champ.
“Rick—Rick I-I-I’m gonna cum!”
“Si,” Rick thrust up into Morty and picked up the pace, “Cum, baby.”
Morty gasped hard as spunk exploded out of him onto their chests. Rick
continued to pump into a limp Morty for a few more seconds before he came as
well, filling Morty’s ass with a low growl.
Rolling off of Rick, Morty lay flat on his back and caught his breath in the
star-studded room. Rick flopped down beside him and pressed a kiss to Morty’s
shoulder.
“Enjoy yourself?”
“Ohhhh yes…” Morty breathed appreciatively.
“Good,” Rick turned over to lay on his back as well, “Because this is the last
concert you’ll be attending.”
***** Escape My Violence *****
Chapter Summary
     Morty heads home back to his own Rick.
Morty stared up at the dark, starry ceiling as Rick’s words hung in the air
between them. The burn of tears behind his eyes made him swallow several times
before he let his wavering voice inquire:
“What the fuck?” Morty sat up, turned and glared at Rick who was still laying
back on the bed, arms folded behind his head, watching Morty closely with a
dangerous glint in his eyes. “You can’t—y-y-y-you-you can’t just-just,
unilaterally just, j-just decide that! I love these concerts, Rick! I wanna…I
wanna see more!”
Rick slowly shook his head as he looked up at Morty “Nope. Lo siento, mi
cielito.” Rick’s face hardened into a dark look as if to warn ‘no more
arguing,’ and he crooked his finger up at Morty, “C-come lie down with me
before you have to leave. Y-y-you don’t want your last minutes here to be
unpleasant.”
Bristling, Morty crossed his arms over his bare chest and clenched his teeth,
“N-n-n-no! I w-wanna talk about this Rick! I-I-I think I should have a say.”
Rick narrowed his eyes and Morty recognized the look of smoldering irritation
from the many times he had seen it on his Rick’s face. Pushing himself up into
a seated position, he sat cross-legged in front of Morty and for the first time
all night, Morty felt a little afraid of this younger version of his
grandfather.
“You wanna talk, eh?” Rick’s hand thrust forward and roughly grabbed Morty’s
chin, twisting Morty’s face to the side, “You pierced y-your own ear tonight
with an alien pharmaceutical aid you know nothing about, just so-just so you
could hear song lyrics.”  Rick tightened his grip on Morty’s chin to pinch the
bruise there and nodded darkly as Morty winced in pain, “And you got roughed up
pretty good by a thug more than three times your size.”
Morty wrenched his chin out of Rick’s hand, so Rick grabbed Morty’s arm instead
and waved the sloppily bandaged hand in front of the teenager’s face, “You
sliced your hand open on broken glass—”
Snatching back his hand, Morty held it to his chest and chewed his lip to keep
from crying. “Stop, I—”
Ignoring him, Rick pushed Morty backward onto the bed and loomed over him,
glaring and aggressive, “Cállate, Morty, I’m not done talking yet—you’re
underage and you’ve been drinking all night, y-you came by yourself to a place
you’ve never been to before, without telling anyone—anyone where you were
going.” Rick got in Morty’s face and a low growl crept into his voice, “You are
young, small, you don’t know how to protect yourself Morty, and you-you-you’re
only dimly aware of the dangers that s-surrounded you tonight. You are NOT
fucking coming back here.”
His harsh tone was like a knife in Morty’s chest. Closing his eyes so he
wouldn’t have to see the beautiful, aggravated face above him, Morty breathed
deeply before crumbling into tears.  
“Joder,” Rick sighed and wrapped his arms around Morty beneath him, rolling
onto his back, dragging the teenager with him. Morty fought him half-heartedly
before burying his face in the crook of Rick’s neck to choke out a hoarse sob.
Rick’s warm hands rubbed Morty’s back in slow circles, and gently scratched his
scalp, and kneaded the muscles in his neck as he shushed Morty gently and
repeated sorry’s in Spanish and English until Morty’s crying began to quiet.
When Rick spoke next, Morty could feel his throat move with the words next to
his cheek, “Morty…I live a very dangerous life right now. And as-as much fun I
had tonight, I can’t trust myself to keep you safe in my world…” Rick’s hands
went to Morty’s cheeks and he gently lifted Morty’s face to look him in the
eyes, “…or from me. I’m not a good influence on you, Morty.” Rick laughed and
Morty relaxed slightly at the sound.
“Rick, I could—j-j-just—y’know you could teach me to fight a-a-and—”
Rick gently kissed Morty before he could finish his sentence, “I am not doing
this because I want to…trust me,” Rick tickled Morty’s ribs as he cuddled him
close, “You think I want to give you up?” Hugging him tightly again, Rick
touched his forehead to Morty’s and held his gaze, “I’m d-doing—I’m doing this
because I-I care about you, Morty. I can’t bear it if you get hurt.”
Morty pouted but slowly nodded, his forehead still pressed to Rick, “O-okay…”
Covering Morty’s pouting mouth with a kiss, Rick’s warm hands resumed rubbing
Morty’s back. “Don’t think about it, baby…enjoy your time here now.”
Morty leaned into Rick’s warm frame, and spent the next  hour listening to Rick
tell him crazy stories from being on tour while he tried with only half-success
to remain in the moment and just enjoy his time there. All too soon, Rick was
cleaning Morty up more thoroughly, bandaging his hand properly with gauze and
medical tape, wiping tears and grime from his cheeks, and helping him change
back into his clothes before pulling his own jeans back on.
Finally handing Morty back his portal gun, Rick leaned against the edge of the
bed, and opened his arms and grinned, “Ven aquí, cariña”
Morty ran and flung himself into Rick’s arms, gulping back tears, trying to not
be a total baby as he said goodbye. At the end of the hug, Rick pressed a quick
kiss to Morty’s forehead and gently pushed him away, “Time to go.”
Opening up a portal, Morty glanced over his shoulder at the gorgeous, violent,
decadent rockstar he was leaving behind. “B-bye, Rick…Thanks for gi-gi-giving
me a fun night…”
Rick shrugged, “I’ll see y-you in a couple minutes don’t worry, Morty.”
As Morty began to walk through the portal he looked back one last time as Rick
winked at him and blew him a kiss, “Hey, Morty— feliz cumpleaños!”
Morty stepped back into his bedroom. It was still the middle of the night and
the house was silent. Rick was seated on Morty’s bed, with his 3DS open, and
the familiar sounds of Zelda music sifting through the silent room. Without
looking up at Morty, Rick stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers,
“Portal gun.”
Sighing as he walked over, Morty took one last look at his portal gun before
handing it over to Rick. Accepting the portal gun, Rick stashed it in one of
his pockets, closed his DS and patted the bed next to him. Morty took off his
shoes and joined him on the bed, leaning his back against the wall. They were
close enough that their shoulders touched affectionately, and spurred by
courage from a wonderful night, Morty hesitated for a split second, and then
leaned his head over to rest on Rick’s shoulder.
“I’m a—euuughh—I-I-I’m a horrible asshole, Morty.” Rick made no apologies, just
rummaged around in his jacket as he spoke, “Y-y-y’know the o-only good—urrrpp-
the only good things about me are Beth and Summer and you, Morty. Especially
you.” He reached down and gripped Morty’s knee beside him, “I can handle it if
you hate me for fo-euughh-rbidding you from seeing the band live again, but I
can’t-can’t handle it if something happened to you.”
Morty nodded and sighed, “I know. It’s okay, Rick.”
Finally finding what he was looking for in his labcoat, Rick produced a thin
purple envelope and handed it to Morty. “Happy Birthday.”
Picking up his head off Rick’s shoulder, Morty accepted the present in surprise
and tore it open. Two metallic tickets were inside, along with a fifty dollar
bill. Morty looked up at Rick with a question in his eyes.
Rick shrugged, “Eh, it’s for a -uurp- band called The Snatch Experience.
They’re a-they’re a Flesh Curtains cover band, but they-they-they’re pretty
good, I mean,” Rick waved his hand dismissively, “N-n-nothing is as good as the
real thing, I-I-I mean, Morty, we were awesome, Morty! But, these guys are
still good. W-we can go see them for your birthday if you want…”
Morty grinned up at Rick and leaned into him again, “Y-yeah, Rick!” As Morty
looked at the tickets another thought popped into his head, “Oh! Can I ask for
something else for my birthday too, Rick?”
“What’s that?”
Morty smirked up at Rick and tried his best to mimic the smoldering look his
grandfather had perfected so well, “Teach me Spanish?”
Rick laughed, and Morty felt his heart leap at the sound. Throwing his arm
around Morty’s shoulders Rick dragged him closer, “Va, mi ceilto.”
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