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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Rick_and_Morty
  Relationship:
      Rick_Sanchez/Morty_Smith, Rick_Sanchez_&_Morty_Smith
  Character:
      Rick_Sanchez_(Rick_and_Morty), Morty_Smith
  Additional Tags:
      Incest, Underage_Sex, Fluff, Smut, Rough_Sex, Swearing, Public_Sex,
      Praise_Kink, Possessive_Behavior, unprotected_sex, Anal_Sex, Abuse,
      Consensual_Abuse, tetris_-_Freeform, I'm_Going_to_Hell
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-08-13 Words: 4015
****** The High Score ******
by MilkyWayWanderer
Summary
     Prompt: icecream, arcade, reach-around
     Rick's intentions in taking Morty to the arcade are innocent. The
     not-so-innocent fun that results is just a side-effect.
Notes
     Big thanks to the amazing solipismislonely for being my editor/co-
     writer/prompt supplier! She writes some incredible stuff, so if you
     haven't read her work you should really go check it out!
"Mo-ooo-orty!”
Rick’s voice was a gravelly singsong that echoed through Morty’s room and
inside his head; it shattered the dream he was having about floating above his
bed, left him lying limp and unfortunately awake under his sheets. He pulled
the thin cotton up around his head as he groaned in weary frustration and
wondered if it was possible to curl up in a ball and inspire common decency in
Rick through sheer force of will.
“Morty,” Rick whispering his name next to his head was the only warning he got
before the man was in the bed with him, yanking his sheets down, leaving him to
blink against the burning overhead light Rick had flipped on as his pupils
struggled to adjust to the stark change. His stomach nervously turned over on
itself as he looked up at his grandfather, took his his dishevelled hair and
manic grin; he remembered all too well Rick holding a knife against his throat
in the early morning hours, but he reminded himself that it was much more
common for the man to wake him up for harmless or stupid reasons.
"J-jeez, Rick, w-what do you want?"
"N-no time to explain, j-just get dressed, Morty, c’mon."
Rick threw a yellow t-shirt and some jeans at his grandson, and Morty grumbled.
At one point he would've argued, or just hid under the covers, but he knew Rick
would only drag him out of bed anyways. He was way too strong for his age.
"Privacy?" Morty asked, glaring at Rick.
"S-seriously Mor-ourgh-ty? You’re worried about, worried about me seeing you
naked? Y-you do realize we've had sex before, right?"
"Not so loud!" Morty whispered, panicked and shaky. "F-fine, you can stay, j-
just shut up before you wake everyone up, Rick, jeez."
Morty was barely dressed before Rick was dragging him off to the ship, a firm
grip on his arm.
“Rick! W-wait! I still need shoes!”
“Th-there’s no time, Morty, now l-let’s go.”
“Do, do you really want a pink lab coat again? Because I swear to god I will
throw it in with the reds on laundry day, Rick.”
Rick glared at Morty, releasing his arm. He could hear Rick grumbling about
there being no god under his breath as Morty shoved on his shoes and he rolled
his eyes with a smile. The second he had on his white vans Rick was tugging him
along once more, stumbling as he pulled his grandson to the ship.
They were out of Earth's atmosphere by the time Morty had bothered to check the
clock. "It's six? What, why couldn't you have waited another hour? It's not,
it's not like I wouldn't have been up by eight."
"Yeah, b-but it opens at seven. And we want, we want to avoid the crowds."
"W-what opens at seven, Rick?"
"Blips and Chitz, dawg!"
Morty looked at Rick, confused.
"We… we’re going to an arcade?"
Rick took a swig from his flask, belching. "D-duh, you deaf, Morty?"
Morty furrowed his eyebrows in suspicion. "What's the, what's the catch?"
Rick scowled. "There's no catch, Morty. I-is it, is it that hard to believe
that I just wanna have fun with my grandson?"
Morty decided it would not be worth it to argue that yes, it is that hard to
believe, so he shrugged and decided to just go with it.
"Okay, okay. Th-thanks, Rick," he said, grinning over at his grandfather.
“No problem, babe," Rick said, leaning over to ruffle Morty's hair. The teen
giggled and blushed; even though his grandfather and him had been in this weird
relationship for a while, Morty still couldn't get over how much Rick's pet
names got to him.
They were at Blips and Chitz within a few minutes, arriving just as the arcade
opened.The parking lot was a ghost town compared to how crowded it had been the
last time they went, and the flashing lights of the building lit up the early
morning sky. Morty thought about whether it was morning here at all before
deciding that he was too tired to care.
"Y-you ready to r-rickity-rickity-wreck this bitch?"
Morty laughed, giving Rick a high-five and raising his voice above his usual
nervous tone for a firm, "Hell yeah, bro!"
The two raced in, rushing to their favorite two player games. Often claimed by
some rather rude aliens, it was rare for the two to get the chance to play most
of them. Morty squealed as he saw one that he always wanted to try open.
“Rick! Look! It’s that, it’s that kazoo version of Guitar Hero!” Morty
exclaimed, jumping up and down and running over to it, tugging Rick along with
him. The game ‘Kazoo Ka-RAZY’ was blaring an obnoxious remix of the Kazoo Kid
video, and Morty wondered how the hell an alien planet even found that
monstrosity, let alone why they used it as the splash screen for an arcade
game.
“A-are you fucking kidding me, Morty? I-I’m not playing this crap.”
“Y-You just don't wanna play - because you know you’re gonna lose,” Morty said,
the bait in his tone purposefully obvious.
Rick’s eyes went wide and wild, and he grinned. “Oh, it is on.”
Ten tokens and five minutes of manic honking later, Morty let out a victorious
whoop, pumping his fist the air.
"Ha! Told you you would lose!" Morty said excitedly, waving his tickets around.
"P-please," Rick said, rolling his eyes yet smiling warmly. "I-I totally let
you win."
"S-sure, you tell yourself that," Morty said. "But, as the winner, I want ice
cream."
"Ice cream? R-really Morty? It's, it's eleven in the morning. You don't get to
eat ice cream for breakfast. W-what are you, f-five?"
Morty looked up at the man, a disappointed and hurt look on his face, before he
noticed that Rick was grinning maniacally.
"A-are you fucking kidding me Morty? Of course you can have ice cream for
breakfast. Wh-who do you think I am? A responsible adult?" He laughed, taking
Morty's hand. "C-come on, let's go, let's go get you the breakfast of
champions."
Morty giggled happily, squeezing Rick's hand and following him to the food
court. Usually he would put up a fight about showing affection in public, but
Rick was being so great today, and besides, the arcade was still pretty empty.
Rick bought Morty a fudgesicle, the closest thing the little snack center had
to ice cream, and the two wandered lazily before Morty spotted his favorite
game.
"R-Rick!" Morty said, jumping up and down and pointing. "Look! They have, they
have Tetris!"
"Y-you realize they h-have this shitty game in every Earth arcade, right?"
But Morty didn't care, taking Rick's hand and dragging him over to the console,
which shut him right up. Morty bounced excitedly as Rick pushed in the
quarters, ignoring his grumbles about it being "the most boring game in the
universe." It took Morty a second to maneuver his fudgesicle in his hand so he
could still press the buttons, but he managed, and laughed looking at how low
the highest score was.
"L-l-look at that, Rick! I can beat that easy!"
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever, Morty," Rick said, standing behind him.
Things were going pretty well; Morty played the game all the time when he was
younger, and he was racking up points by the second. That was until he felt
Rick scoot up behind him and wrap his arms around his waist.
"Rick, wh-what’re you doing? Y-you’re messing me - crap!" He swore as he missed
his chance to wedge a T-block and cut off a column of empty spaces over halfway
up the screen.
"Nothing," Rick said, his breath muggy against Morty's ear, "j-just making it
m-ouurgh, more interesting."
Morty did his best to ignore Rick, taking fast licks in between placing blocks
to keep his fudgesicle from melting, but when Rick started sliding his hands up
the front of Morty's shirt he found it a lot harder to concentrate on making
good moves and planning for upcoming pieces.
"S-stop, Rick. P-people could - could see us," Morty spoke under his breath,
tone tight and embarrassed in a way that only made Rick huff a laugh into his
neck, trace his hands back down to Morty’s hips and squeeze.
"There isn't anyone here, M-Morty. No one wants to play these fucking - crappy
lo-res Earth games, Morty."
"B-but -"
"Be careful, Morty," Rick said, a self-assured taunt that coiled warm around
Morty’s midsection and made his hands clench up on the joystick, "you don't
wanna mess up. Y-you wanna beat that high score, don't you?"
Rick slid his right hand back up to rub and roll and squeeze at one of his
grandson’s nipples and chuckled when Morty moaned quietly, stamping his foot as
an L-block landed upright instead of on its side; his chances weren’t looking
good, but he was determined to give it his best, despite his grandfather’s
insistence on making it much more difficult than necessary.
"Yes, Rick,” he growled, annoyed at both Rick and his inability to keep his
arousal in check, “I-I-I want to beat the high score.”
"Weeell," Rick drawled out, licking up the shell of the boy's ear, "it l-looks
like you’ll have to, have to deal with it."
Morty's huffed, determined not to give Rick any satisfaction, and he fought to
withhold moans as Rick toyed with him. He managed to ignore it for the most
part, pushing down the warmth growing in his stomach, until Rick pinched his
nipples hard with his nails. Morty let out a small squeak, pulling away from
the touch reflexively only to end up even closer to Rick's chest, now pressed
flush against him.
"R-Rick!" He gasped, squirming as Rick kept up the pressure. "P-please, stop,
it hurts." He was just about to give up on the game before Rick let go, rubbing
at the sore flesh again.
"Y-you say no," Rick said, "but your cock seems to like it."
Morty's heart was racing a mile a minute as Rick's hands trailed down Morty's
torso, pulling at his pants.
"A-ah, jeez," Morty said, trying to escape Rick's grasp, placing bad blocks as
his fudgesicle melted down his hand. "Grandpa Rick, c-come on, stop, don’t play
around down there."
"D-don't want grandpa touching your cock, huh? Would you prefer it if I stayed
up here?" He asked, a hand returning to one of Morty's nipples and pinching at
it it hard.
"Ahh!" Morty squirmed, dropping the fudgesicle to the floor. "No, no! Stop!"
"Then 'down there' it is, Rick said with a smirk that Morty could practically
hear. Rick's chest was firm behind Morty's back, his grip strong, and it was
moments like this that Morty realized how painfully small he was compared to
Rick.
"Let's make a deal," Rick said, his voice hot and breathy in Morty's ear. "Y-
you beat the high score, a-and you get a blowjob by yours truly once we’re in
the ship," he said, nibbling Morty's ear. "B-but if you lose, I'm fucking you
hard, here and now."
"Th-that's not fair, Rick! Y-you know how scared I am of - of people seeing. A-
and I'm already losing!"
"W-well then," Rick said, "you better start winning."
Morty tried his best to focus on the game in front of him, to keep his hands
from shaking as Rick unbuttoned his jeans and pulled out his cock. Morty was
fully hard within a few strokes, and he prayed to a god his grandpa told him
didn’t exist that Rick was right about everyone hating these games, hoping no
one would run into them in this section.
Rick leaned down to lap at Morty's neck with his tongue, clamping his teeth
down around his pale skin. Morty was so close to coming despite the fear, no,
because of the fear, and as Rick's teeth almost broke skin Morty placed the
losing block that made the screen go a frozen gray. He let himself fall against
Rick in defeat, now humping into the man's hand, so close to release, but Rick
let go of Morty just a second too soon, left him keening desperately.
"J-jeez, Morty," Rick sneered, "so much for being the winner."
Morty reached down to fist himself, too desperate to care about the game
anymore, but Rick grabbed his hands, pulling them behind him.
"D-don't worry, babe. Losing to your ol’ man ain’t so bad,” Rick pinned his
wrists together and held them both in one big hand, kissed at the nape his neck
and chuckled in his left ear, “Y’know, you’ll forget aaall about wanting to get
that high score when I make you jizz so hard you fucking scream, sweetie.”
Morty whimpered at the threat, knowing Rick wasn't messing around. He was
painfully hard, and the control Rick was showing over him didn't help.
Rick pushed Morty over to a nearby restroom, his weeping cock hanging out for
all the world to see, and if it weren't for the lack of people Morty felt that
he would cry.
Rick shoved Morty into the single stall bathroom, shutting and locking the door
before slamming Morty into it, raising his hands and holding them above his
head. The teen moaned as Rick crashed their lips together, pulling against
Rick's grasp so that he could deepen the kiss. Rick held fast, though, and he
pulled away, chuckling evilly.
"Y-you don't make the rules here, babe. You lost. This is my game," he said,
kissing Morty again fiercely and grinding against him, and when Morty felt the
hard line of his grandpa’s cock dig against his stomach he was flooded with a
tight apprehension that locked up his muscles and made him whimper. Rick leaned
back, frowned down at his grandson with knitted brows. “What - where’s the fire
at, baby?”
“Oh, uhm - well, I mean...” Morty focused just below Rick’s eyes as his face
heated up fit to land him in a burn ward. When Rick’s mouth pinched into a hard
line, his hands clenching on Morty’s upper arms in a transparent warning, Morty
whispered out in a rush, “It’s just - I wasn’t thinking about - how’re you
gonna, gonna - y’know, without… lube?”
Rick’s face cleared into understanding and Morty had to look down at their
shoes when his grandpa’s mouth split into a wicked smirk. Rick stroked his
hands down Morty’s arms, settled them on his hips and chuckled in a way that
made Morty’s toes curl, his mind as useful as a dead snow channel on TV.
“W-well, there’s - hell, there’s -errugh- always spit, Morty.”
“What?”
If Morty was tense before, now he was positively chained up in traction. His
entire body ratcheted into high gear, his breath going shallow in disbelief and
dread. Rick wouldn’t - Rick couldn’t, he just couldn’t, because there was no
way he’d be able to take his grandpa’s cock with just spit and come out
undamaged. Just as he was about to start stuttering out a frightened
supplication (beg his grandpa not to, offer his mouth instead), Rick cracked up
in a peal of laughter, drew his right hand back to fish around in his lab
coat’s inner breast pocket as he spoke -
“Heh, calm down, settle - hey, just chill, Morty,” half-hushing, half-vibrating
with mirth, he flashed a half rolled up tube of lube Morty recognized from
their last couple rounds. “You should know I’m - I’m always prepared to tap
your ass, babe.”
Rick smirked, so amused Morty had to groan and roll his eyes - but his
irritation did little to dampen his relief - his groan softened into a sigh and
he lifted his arms to lock around his grandpa’s neck. “Jesus Christ, Rick,
that’s - d-d-don’t joke like that. It’s - it’s not funny, Rick.”
His voice came out small but sincere, and Rick leaned down, met him halfway in
a kiss as he popped the lid on the lube with his thumb, chuckled against his
grandson’s mouth.
“Maybe not to you.”
Morty broke the kiss and thunked his head against the bathroom door, angled his
face away when Rick tried to follow his mouth. He waited to catch Rick’s eyes
before speaking, and when Rick huffed and looked down at him in annoyance Morty
firmly met his gaze with a wide-eyed frown.
“Yeah, Rick, n-not to me. Pl-please don’t tease me like that.”
The gray of a storm cloud flickered through Rick’s eyes, but only for a second
before he scoffed and shrugged his shoulders. “Al-alright, Morty. I’ll keep in
mind what a gullible sissy you are from now on. Now,” Rick pressed his body
flush against Morty’s, used his left hand to grab at his grandson’s chin, let
his voice dip down deep, “if we could get back to where we were, baby?”
Morty flushed down his chest and to the roots of his hair, his cock filling
back out from half-mast at Rick’s tone - Rick pitching his voice low never
failed to make him harder than trigonometry.
“Okay, yeah - yeah,” he nodded twice, stood on his tiptoes to meet his
grandpa’s mouth. “Please, Rick, I’ll - I’ll be good for you, I can - just,
please -”
"Hmm, please what, M-Morty?” Rick licked at his lips, slid his hand under the
hem of his shirt to pet at the soft of his stomach. “What do you want your
granddaddy to do?"
Morty's face was scarlet at this point - no matter how experienced he got, he
hated talking dirty like this. "P-please fuck me," he said, swallowing hard.
"Please fuck me what?" Rick asked, his voice gruff and hungry.
"P-please fuck me, granddaddy."
Morty squeaked out the words, immediately feeling filthy for saying them, but
he was rewarded by Rick letting go of his hands and giving Morty's cock a pump.
Morty groaned, his knees going weak, and he quickly grasped onto Rick for
support.
"Good boy," Rick said, a wicked grin plastered on his face. Morty felt Rick
lifting him, and he wrapped his legs around him as the man picked him up and
placed him on the counter.
Rick handed Morty the tube of lube from his right hand and stood back. "Stretch
yourself."
Morty nodded, and he kicked off his shoes, pants and boxers, Rick doing the
same. He slicked one of his fingers up, still sticky from the chocolate, and he
reached behind himself, gently slipping a finger in with a gasp. He pulled out
and thrust in a few times before lubing up another finger and pressing it in
alongside the other, this time moaning quietly as he gently thrust into
himself, scissoring slightly to open himself up.
"J-Jesus Christ, Morty. Can't you, can't you do that any faster?"
Morty glared at Rick, who was staring at him hungrily, standing between his
legs.
"I-I just don't want it to hurt so bad," Morty complained. "Y-you're pretty
big, grandpa Rick."
That was apparently too much for the man to handle, his patience wearing thin
as he grabbed Morty's wrist and pulled his fingers out, grinning as Morty
whined at the loss. He scooted Morty closer to him, grabbing the lube and
smearing it over his long fingers before he added one, two, three, all so fast,
leaving Morty crying out on the counter and wriggling, instinctively pulling
away from the pain, from the distinct feeling of Rick's lengthy fingers
practically ripping him apart.
Rick grabbed Morty's neck, holding him in place before he reached deep inside
and pressed deliberately against the boy’s prostate to mellow out the pain,
eliciting a whimper. While not completely restricting breath, the grip on
Morty's neck did make him light-headed, and he keened from the intense
pleasure, curling up and pressing against Rick's hand. Rick pulled away from
that spot, spreading his fingers a few times and thrusting to thoroughly
stretch Morty out before removing the digits, leaving him empty and gasping for
breath.
Morty quivered as he watched Rick squeeze lube into his hand, and Morty had to
use all his willpower not to reach between his legs and touch himself, knowing
he would pay for it if he did. He watched, swallowing thickly with anticipation
as Rick stroked himself, gliding the lube over his dick with a groan.
Rick wasted no time in lining himself up with Morty's entrance, pulling the boy
up and off the counter only to let him sink down onto his cock. Morty squealed
and wrapped his legs around Rick, clinging tight as he was filled completely,
his ass clenching painfully around Rick's cock. He panted against Rick's neck,
clawing at Rick's back with tears on his cheeks as he adjusted to the size.
Rick was so thick, and he swore he could feel every inch and vein of his
grandfather's dick impaling him.
Rick didn't wait long, and soon he was rocking up into Morty, propping him up
against the wall so he had better leverage. Morty clenched his eyes shut, but
soon the pain turned to pleasure, and he was gasping out Rick's name.
"Ah-ah, Rick!"
His cock bounced between them, desperate for friction. Morty groaned as Rick
bounced him on his cock, holding his hips to lift him up and down on his
member. Rick found the sensitive spot on Morty's neck where he had been bitten
before, and Rick licked it obscenely, sucking on the skin.
"Grandpa R-Rick, p-please," Morty panted, his own cock aching for attention.
"Y-you gotta tell grandpa what you need, c’mon - w-what do you need, baby?"
"Please, ah, please touch me, grandpa," Morty begged, digging his nails into
Rick's arms.
Before Morty could tell what was happening, Rick had lifted him up and off his
cock. For only a split second did he feel his ass clenching, empty and gaping,
as Rick turned him around and leaned him over the counter. Rick wasted no time
in slamming his dick back into the boy, grinning madly at the cry he got in
return. Morty gripped the counter for dear life as Rick pounded Morty with a
new vigor, the new angle allowing him to hit Morty's prostate with every
thrust.
"Y-you like that, baby? Like it when grandpa fucks you n-nice and rough?" Rick
grabbed Morty's hair, yanking the boys head back.
"Ah, y-yes! God - oh, g-god -"
Morty felt Rick lean down over him, pulling him up by his hair so he could
growl into his ear.
"There is no god, Morty. J-just me. Call out my name."
Morty gulped hard, feeling himself drowning in all the sensations and pleasure,
almost at his climax.
"R-Rick, I'm, I'm-"
Rick reached around Morty, grabbing his cock with a skilled hand and pumping in
time to his thrusts. "C-come for me, babe. Come for your grandpa Rick."
Morty cried out as his seed covered the tile floor in front of him. His
knuckles were white as he gripped the sink and rode out his orgasm, Rick
thrusting and finishing soon after him, his hot come spurting inside his
grandson. Morty felt Rick hold him up as he pulled out, his seed slipping out
and dribbling out between Morty's cheeks. He was thankful for the extra
support, his knees incredibly weak, and he smiled weakly over his shoulder.
"See. Th-that was way better than Tetris," Rick teased, grabbing a tissue and
gently cleaning Morty off.
"Sh-shuddup, Rick," Morty said, rolling his eyes but smiling all the same.
Morty finally washed his hands of the sticky fudgesicle residue, and the two
put their clothes back on in comfortable silence.
The arcade was now full; at midafternoon, every game was claimed by some life
form or another, so they took their leave, buying some candy with their tickets
before heading out to the spaceship.
Both exhausted by the time they got home, the pair trudged up the stairs,
curling up together in Morty's bed, their limbs intertwined. And while Morty
still hated being woken up early in the morning and dragged out of bed, and he
was still mad that he didn't get the chance to beat that high score, he
couldn't have asked for a better day.
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