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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Other
  Fandom:
      Rick_and_Morty
  Relationship:
      Rick_Sanchez/Morty_Smith
  Character:
      Morty_Smith, Rick_Sanchez_(Rick_and_Morty)
  Additional Tags:
      Masturbation, kind_of_a_character_study_of_morty, that_kink_where_you
      want_to_be_in_a_mouth, sort_of, Vore?, soft_vore?, first_fic, Anal
      Fingering, Pining, Lust, Shame
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-01-16 Words: 2017
****** Suspension of belief ******
by Greenseer
Summary
     This fic is based on 3.6, rest and ricklaxation! This is my first
     ever fic (!!!), so comments, feedback and critiques are super
     appreciated!! Not sure if this will become a series or a jumping off
     point for me to write more scene-heavy, explicit fic. Thanks for
     reading, I love this fandom so much!

Morty had never experienced anything quite like being consumed by this
creature. His eyes were pressed closed in fear that the goo that enveloped him
would sting, and he felt a deep sense of relief as he hung, sightless and
weightless, in the slick, warm, undulating flesh of the large alien in the
intergalactic spa. The smooth flesh-goo pressed and massaged his entire body
and tension knotted in his muscles, tension he'd carried for so long he didn't
notice it until it was relieved. It melted away into the folds. He felt like a
tic tac being massaged by a giant tongue. Somehow, he noticed, the warm, slick
slime didn't interfere with his breathing and he drew in a long breath and
turned himself over completely to the pleasurable sensations that lapped at his
skin, smoothed his muscles, and soothed the anxious inner monologue that was
always with him. As the monster wrung his troubles from his lithe teen body,
his attention was drawn toward his cock, which reacted involuntarily to the hot
wetness. His heart started to race as blood flowed into his hardening member.
As horny as Morty was, he felt like this wasn't the time nor the place to be so
turned on. The whole point is to relax, right? Not to get worked up?
Morty struggled to slip back into the boundless, relaxed space he'd experienced
just moments ago. Frustrated, his cock continued to respond to the overwhelming
lapping sensation, throbbing against the inner mass of this benevolent spa
creature. Well, orgasms are a great release, right? The teen argued with
himself internally, struggling to fight the pleasure and feeling a twinge of
shame that he was so easy to work into a sexually frustrated frenzy. Morty gave
in to the pleasure and decided to let the sensations unfold. Surely Rick would
never know...
After the initial arousal, Morty began to struggle within the pulsating, slick
environment that enveloped him. He needed more. He needed a tight grip to work
up and down his desperate, enthusiastic little teen cock. With care, Morty
experimented with moving his arms closer to his sides to reach his aching
member.
With the first pump of his eager cock into his fist, squeezing over the boys
veiny shaft and engorged head, he shuddered with pleasure. As the stroke
peaked, squeezing the tip of his cock, Morty felt something solid. Startled,
his eyes shot open. To his surprise, the viscous liquid encasing the boy and
his grandpa didn't sting his eyes – in a way, it felt soothing, almost
hydrating? Through the rosy goo, Morty saw clearly that his face was only
inches from his grandfather’s. Rick has his eyes closed peacefully, the
perpetual frown at the sides of his mouth smoothed into a look of
almost....contentment?
Morty paused his stroke and his heartbeat skyrocketed realizing he was so close
to his grandfather. His pulse rang in his ears as shame blanketed him,
particularly when his arousal stayed steady. To his dismay, he became
incredibly horny and felt close to cumming. Starting to panic, Morty anxiously
looked over his grandfather’s body, suspended in pink goo and gentle pulsating
in a way that slowly swished the tips of his spiky blue hair. He clenched his
groin muscles and tried to push his feelings away, forcing his eyes closed,
hard, as he tried to extinguish his lust. The point of this trip was to be
healthy, to get some relief from the constant stress of adventuring and nearly
dying more times than he could count. To feel some semblance of calm, of
control. Not indulge the fantasies that ate at his dreams, snuck into his mind
during class, in the shower, or anytime he was apart from Rick. He craved the
man's intensely overwhelming energy – to be in the center of his rage or his
passion, often indistinguishable from one another, was a kind of sick ecstasy
that fuelled a fire in Morty that he never felt elsewhere. He wanted to be
consumed by Rick's explosive energy, burned to ash in the fire of his reckless,
brilliant, destructive force. He wanted to be swallowed whole.
As much as he wanted to be a healthy, normal teenager, Morty was intoxicated by
the shameful lust he felt toward his grandfather. The fantasies of feeling
those long, nimble fingers expertly working his body. The intensity of Rick’s
stare, at once both fiery intense and inscrutably removed, impossible to read.
Morty yearned to be pliable beneath Rick's hands, completely and utterly within
his grasp. He wanted to be hurt, to be used, to be played with and comforted.
He wanted to feel Rick stretching out his little hole, pushing his limits more
than Morty ever could on his with his own probing fingers. He envisioned Rick
rutting furiously above him, cursing, grunting and cooing as he drove his thick
cock deep into Morty's ass. “Y-yeesss Morty, that’s my good boy Morty, so tight
and horny for grandpa,” he imagined Rick’s sour breath rushing over his ear and
the side of his neck, breath heavy from all of the effort he poured into
hammering his grandson’s ass. Morty wanted to look up at Rick as he sucked and
worked his cock, showing him exactly how much he wanted and needed the older
man. And more than anything, he wanted to please Rick. This deep yearning was
stronger than anything Morty has experienced in his young life, so strongly
that it eeked into every aspect of his life, of his thinking. He was addicted
to Rick and everything that came along with him.
Flooded by his desires, Morty stopped fighting his feelings of shame and
disgust and allowed them to consume him, his special sort of twisted
aphrodisiac that kept him wrapped up in his desire for Rick, only for Rick. He
raked his eyes over his grandfather's naked body, drinking in the details he’d
longed to experience – the tufts of blue hair on his chest and crowning his
thick, uncut dick. Morty marveled at the size of it, the girth was incredible
even as it swayed gently suspended in the warm current of the goo that encased
them. The substance felt incredible on Morty's straining cock, letting his fist
move with sweet slickness as he pumped and thrust into his tightly closed hand.
The jelly muted his movements, which started timid and picked up intensity as
he assessed and was sure that Rick wouldn't be clued in. As badly as Morty
craved his grandfather's touch, the fear of Rick leaving paralyzed Morty from
entertaining the idea of acting on his desires. At least, in a way that Rick
would find out about.
Morty hungrily looked his grandfather over, combing over every aspect of his
body - his long, lithe limbs, his brilliant and strong hands, every detail of
thin frame and surprisingly large cock floating weightless above his hefty
balls sprinkled with coarse blue hair. Morty pumped his cock furiously,
imagining his grandfather opening his eyes and drawing him into his arms,
kissing the boy in the slippery ether and sliding his hands all over the boys
body, learning every curve with hunger and urgency. As he imagined Rick sliding
a hand around his perky little ass to tease his asshole, Morty worked his other
hand behind him to slip a finger in to the first knuckle. Their environment was
an incredible lubricant, Morty learned as his tight hole desperately drew his
finger in to the hilt, exploring in small circles and hitting his g-spot with
the feverish, clumsy kind of touch of a teen still learning his own body. A
moan slipped from his throat and vibrated in the gel that encased Morty and his
grandfather. The heat started to build in his stomach, flushing his neck as he
felt his orgasm building to the point of release. Feverishly, he inserted a
second finger into his hole, feeling the struggle and tension that was only a
fraction of the stretch he'd feel sliding down on Rick's cock. The vision
pushed him over the edge. His spasms and contractions were cushioned by the
inside of this being, and the steady, engulfing warmth urged each wave of
pleasure out of him in a way he had never felt before. The creature seemed to
be sucking his orgasm out of his entire body. To be able to look at Rick, to be
so close to him as he came took the boy to a new level.
As his body started to relax in the fuzzy afterglow of his powerful orgasm,
Morty attempted to disperse the ropes of thick cum suspended within the gel, to
no avail. Uncharacteristically unbothered, Morty accepted that he was unable to
change the situation and hoped that, in the process of being regurgitated by
this creature, the evidence of his little foray into desperate perversion would
be obscured. In the meantime, he resolved to relax completely and enjoy the
rest of his time inside the stable, weightless warmth.
He lost track of time and was awakened by gentle vibrations as the creature
started to contract to heave them out of its body. His eyes opened to meet
Rick's, staring at him intently. Morty's stomach dropped like a lead weight and
he knew that the panic crossed his face. Rick, of course, was imperceptible and
trained his intent but reserved, calculated stare right on Morty's face. After
a few more waves, Rick and his grandson were plopped back out into the slightly
colder room onto a soft landing pad. Morty wanted to disappear, to stay in the
heavenly still goo preserve forever, free from the torrent of self-loathing
anxiety within him. He felt overwhelmed with the possibility that Rick has been
aware after all, or had come to the pretty obvious conclusion as to what
happened when he spotted the suspended spunk. After a beat, Rick looked over at
Morty with an expression that Morty couldn't interpret, and the boy's foggy
brain was both furiously fast and the thoughts slipped by, adding to the
confusion. "H-how ya feelin, M-m*ourgh*ty?" Morty choked on every word,
managing to unconvincingly stammer out "R-r-r-eally, um, really relaxed, Rick."
Rick's stare bored directly to the boy's core, in a way that was both intimate
and utterly terrifying. Trying to steady himself, Morty assured himself that
there's no way Rick could know, there's no way, he was asleep or at least had
his eyes closed the whole time, right? He'd been looking at Rick almost the
whole time....but, Rick was awake before Morty stirred on their exit from the
body of the spa creature. Had he seen Morty's cum frozen still in the goop?
Morty’s mind became a shrill scream, all panic and no thoughts.
Visibly flustered, Rick decided to do the generous thing and embarrass the boy
outright. "Y-you think you'd be feeling *pret-ty* good right now, Morty.
Cumming in one of these things is out of this world, Morty. But cumming two
inches from your grandfather, that-that's some twisted shit." Morty was utterly
stunned, his mouth agape as he tried to grasp some kind of response through his
rapid torrent of thoughts. Rather than digging himself into a hole, Morty opted
to stay silent. Rick paused for a moment, savoring the boy’s lack of guile and
total cluelessness, before reaching for a towel to clean off the remaining goo.
He toweled off slowly, taking care to wipe his dick and balls lewdly and
openly, which he noticed made Morty’s blush darken from pink to scarlet.
Morty toweled off quickly, sneaking glances at Rick despite his desire to look
away, get dressed and run out of the spa into whatever alien landscape awaited
him. He almost gave himself whiplash looking for his yellow shirt until he saw
Rick sliding into his bathrobe and slippers provided by the spa. Right, right
right right. “C’mon, Morty. I have a feeling this next stop is gonna r-
reeeeally get your goat, bud.” Morty could have sworn he saw a smirk sneak
across Rick’s face for a moment, but he couldn’t be sure.
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