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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Rick_and_Morty
  Relationship:
      Rick_Sanchez/Morty_Smith
  Character:
      Rick_Sanchez_(Rick_and_Morty), Morty_Smith
  Additional Tags:
      Incest, Morning_After, Morning_Sex, Morning_Cuddles, Mornings, Morning
      Kisses, Anal_Sex, Sex, Anal_Fingering, Anal, Making_Love, Kissing, Rough
      Kissing, Neck_Kissing, French_Kissing, Romance, Explicit_Sexual_Content,
      Sexual_Content, Feels, Porn_with_Feelings, Emotions, Sentimental, Dirty
      Talk, Praise_Kink, Sleepy_Cuddles, Sleeping_Together, Self-Indulgent,
      Cute, Smut, Shameless_Smut, Gratuitous_Smut
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-11-17 Words: 2424
****** You Hang the Moon and the Stars and Put the Sun in the Sky ******
by SugarRose22
Summary
     Rick is deeply in love with Morty. He hardly says it, but he really
     does love him.
     In the early morning, he ends up getting sentimental and sappy and
     makes love to the love of his life.
Notes
     I really wanted sappy, sentimental Rick. Honestly, this wasn't
     supposed to turn into smut but it did anyways.
See the end of the work for more notes
When Rick awakens, bright waves of golden sun pour into the room, casting a
warm glow across whatever it touches and giving a yellow highlight to whatever
it doesn’t. The illumination makes his head throb slightly more than usual,
seeing as it isn’t something he’s used to, but the pain is still only a small
buzz in his brain. He throws his arm over his eyes to block out the light, his
first thoughts skipping from alcohol to complaints to science and to the heated
figure pressed against his side.
 
Rick remembers the previous night in that moment, and it explains why the
sunlight is there. He’s with Morty, in a hotel on a planet he already forgot
the name of because after an adventure, a trip to Blips & Chitz and one too
many alcoholic beverages Rick couldn’t be bothered to take them home. He also
wanted something a little more intimate that they wouldn’t be able to achieve
in the house, but he wouldn’t admit that to Morty.
 
Groggily, he moves his arm and spares a glance downward. The blankets hang low
on his hips, and he can’t see Morty’s face, only his messy chocolate hair and
some of his bare skin. The kid’s lying on his left arm, effectively numbing it,
but Rick can’t be bothered to care because he keeps replaying the night before
in his mind as he stares at the top of Morty’s head.
 
It’s peaceful, only Morty’s soft breaths filling the air as Rick gazes at him.
There’s a fluttering feeling curling low in his gut and his heart clenches as
he thinks back to their escapades, remembering the way Morty’s face was painted
crimson, the little whines and high-pitched moans that fell from his lips
whenever Rick touched him, the way his delectable ass felt clenched tightly
around Rick’s cock, how he came without even being touched from the intensity
of their sex. Rick feels smug at the memory, lips curling into a wolfish grin.
‘Yeah, I’m fucking good, baby.’ He thinks to himself.
 
There’s a part of him, a small one, that wants to get up, get dressed and get
back home so they can get something done, but a much larger part wants to stay
here in bed with Morty, to lie with him and hold him close, kiss him and make
love to him. Morty is the best thing in his life, honestly. The kid puts up
with his craziest ideas and insane adventures, even though he gets hurt about
80% of the time, and most things Rick does goes against any sense of sanity or
morality, and even through all that Morty loves him and looks at him like he
hangs the moon and the stars and puts the sun in the sky. Well, in a way he
kind of does, being the smartest thing in the multiverse, but that isn’t
important right now.
 
What’s important is the way Morty’s small fist twitches against his ribs where
it rests, and the soft noises he lets out as he dreams. Morty’s dreams are
extremely vivid and realistic, Rick noticed, because Morty moved a lot in his
sleep and could always recall them startlingly well. Rick found it endearing,
but he’d never tell that to the brunet.
 
Rick slowly and carefully shifted himself, rolling more onto his side so he
could cradle Morty closer and stare at his sleeping face. Morty’s eyelashes
fluttered at the movement, but he didn’t wake up, and Rick was content to stare
and memorize every detail of the younger male’s face. His eyes traveled over
round cheeks, plump, red lips that were slightly swollen from the kissing and
biting. He examined Morty’s long lashes and cute button nose, and he always
kind of liked that Morty was a bit feminine even though he hid the fact with
degrading comments on the kid’s masculinity. So what, he was a bit of an
asshole at times and he was absolute shit at showing affection and dealing with
emotions, but he loved Morty nonetheless. He tried his best to make sure Morty
knew that through all of the bullshit he put him through.
 
Rick sighed and almost grimaced at his own alcohol-tinged morning breath, but
ignored it as Morty shifted in his sleep, legs sliding against his own and
heated bare skin meeting his own. His heart thudded a bit faster as Morty’s
lips parted just so, and he couldn’t keep his eyes of the delectable boy in
front of him. God, he was whipped.
 
Rick can’t help himself then, his free hand coming up to cup Morty’s soft cheek
as he leaned over, planting a gentle kiss on those cute little lips of his.
Morty stirred then, a confused, sleepy noise emerging from his throat as his
lips moved to accommodate the pressure against them. Rick kissed him harder,
and Morty’s pleased sigh was music to his ears as he went limp against Rick.
Morty’s warm hand came up, fingers brushing his wrist as they slid up and
around Rick’s bicep. Rick parted Morty’s lips with his tongue, pushing inside
the heated, moist cavern with a small groan as Morty whined, cock stirring
against Rick’s thigh as Rick rolled over onto the smaller boy.
 
They parted for air, panting against each others’ lips as Rick watched Morty’s
beautiful brown eyes flutter open, cheeks filling with a pink blush as he
licked at his lips. Rick planted his arms on the bed beside Morty’s head, knees
on either side of the boy’s hips as he watched the younger hungrily. Morty,
being the cheeky little shit he was, gave Rick the sweetest smile he could,
tilting his head just slightly as one hand slid up his grandfather’s arm and
the other clutched at the pillow beside his head.
 
“Morning, Rick.” He breathed sensually, and Rick dove back down for another
passionate kiss. Morty eagerly reciprocated it, lips working against the rough
ones of his elder, arms reaching up to wrap around Rick’s neck as arms slid
around his back. Rick growled and Morty gasped at the sound -Rick knew he loved
it- as his fingers twined into Rick’s frazzled hair. The scientist hoisted
Morty up, into his lap with his increasingly interested erection as he sat back
on his calves and held Morty securely against his chest, one arm wound around
his back and the other curled about his waist. His fingers drifted down,
pinching Morty’s ass and the younger whined, a breathy sound that Rick
swallowed up before they parted again.
 
“Morty,” He huffed, lips trailing down Morty’s jaw as the brunet let his head
tip back, exposing the column of his hickey-covered throat. Rick nipped lightly
at the unblemished spots and laved his tongue over the bruised parts, and Morty
rolled his hips up, pushing his hard dick against Rick’s own erection and
causing both of them to moan in unison. “Goddammit Morty.”
 
“Rick,” was Morty’s only response, the younger unable to form a coherent
sentence as Rick bit at his shoulder and squeezed the plump mounds of his ass.
Rick was always so good, Morty was intoxicated by his touches and drowned in
his kisses and marks.
 
“Baby, I fucking love you.” Rick found himself saying aggressively. He hardly
ever said it, the words often being difficult to force out, always clogging up
as a lump in his throat, but in this moment, an intimate, extremely tender and
sensitive moment, he couldn’t stop himself. “I-I can’t get enough of you, a-and
you need- I need you to know.” He said, movements rushed as he felt up every
inch of Morty’s skin, biting and kissing and sucking at the skin beneath his
lips. Morty was gasping, moaning and Rick loved how much Morty was affected by
mere words.
 
Rick pulled away from Morty’s reddening skin, raising his head to stare into
Morty’s watery eyes as he leaned in for another kiss. Morty pulled Rick as
close as possible and for them, it still wasn’t close enough. Rick held tight
to his lover, kissing his breath away as Morty’s legs wrapped around his hips,
anchoring them together, and Rick honestly wouldn’t want it any other way.
 
“R-Rick,” Morty gasped out, lips brushing against the scientists’. Rick felt
his hips moving, sparks of pleasure shooting up his spine as their dicks
brushed and rubbed against another. “Rick I l-love you so mu-much!” Morty
squeaked as Rick plunged his fingers back into Morty’s swollen, slightly wet
entrance. He groaned deeply when he felt some cum slip out, sticky and wet, and
he carefully pushed two of his fingers in and out.
 
“I know baby, I k-know you do,” Rick breathed against his lips, half-lidded
eyes on Morty’s crimson face as he fingered the younger. “God, I love you l-
like this. So hot, s-so sexy, babe, f-fuck.” He dropped his head onto Morty’s
shoulder as Morty moaned and bucked against him, pushing back onto his digits.
“Y-you’re so fucking good, M-Morty. I just can’t h-help myself when you- when
you’re- when I see you like this.” He raised his head, slipping in a third
finger as Morty moaned and writhed in his lap.
 
“Ri-Rick, ahh,” Morty’s eyes were teary, almost spilling over, and Rick licked
at his lips, plunging his tongue past them again. Morty’s hands gripped tightly
to Rick’s shoulders, squeezing harshly, but Rick barely felt it past the
pleasure of the friction on his dick and the hot, wet tightness around his
fingers.
 
“Beautiful, Morty,” He rasped, and Morty’s gasp morphed into a moan halfway
through. He was a sucker for praise. “F-fucking, fuck-fucking gorgeous.” He
pulled Morty closer, hitching the younger’s hips up as he withdrew his fingers
and gripped himself by the base, aligning his dick with Morty’s quivering
entrance. “I’m gonna m-make love to you, M-Morty, I’m gonna-gonna ruin you in
th-the best way.” He said, and Morty’s moaning echoed in his ears as he pressed
in.
 
Morty was hot, tight, and the absence of lube made it a bit harder to sink in
but Morty didn’t seem to mind the extra stretch and added burn, if his moans
and gasps were any indication. Rick grunted as Morty clenched tightly around
his dick, muscles tense as Rick breached his body. He bottomed out and stayed
there, panting at the heat wrapped around his dick. Morty sighed, forehead
pressed to Rick’s temple, sweat slicking their skin as Rick caught his breath
and waited for Morty to adjust to his girth.
 
“Morty,” he murmured into his ear, and Morty trembled beneath his fingers as he
gripped his waist and dragged his fingers up his spine. “Morty, baby, so
pretty,” he kissed at the soft spot below Morty’s ear, and Morty let out a
ragged breath. He couldn’t help but smirk as he nipped along his lover’s jaw.
 
“Rick, p-please, m-move, please.” Morty begged, nails scratching at Rick’s back
and Rick nudged his hips upwards, drawing a small “oh,” from Morty’s lips. He
squeezed Morty’s waist, slowly building up a rhythm with his hips as he moved
in and out of his lover.
 
Morty’s moans drowned out his own soft grunts and groans, and Rick adored how
loud Morty would get during sex. It was one of the reasons why they couldn’t
often do it in the house, and it was always an excitable challenge to keep
Morty quiet when they were sneaking around. The thrill always made Rick’s belly
curl with excitement.
 
He pistoned his hips faster, thrusting in and out as Morty practically bounced
on his lap. Rick’s arms wrapped around Morty, drawing him closer and holding
him tight as he fucked him harder. Morty was clawing up his back now, legs
trembling around his waist. Rick grinned wolfishly at Morty though his eyes
were screwed shut in pleasure, lips open wide as incredible sounds spilled past
them. Rick angled his hips just so-
 
“Rick!” Morty wailed, and Rick locked the angle in place, driving his dick hard
into Morty’s prostate. Tears spilled then, dripping down his cheeks as he
moaned loudly. His hole tightened, clamping around Rick’s cock and he knew
Morty was close.
 
“Y-you gonna cum, baby? G-gonna come for me? Like a good boy, r-right?” He
licked his lips as Morty gasped, drool dripping from his mouth. “God, fuck,
Morty-” he growled, pushing his thrusts as fast as they would go. “Come on,
baby, cum for me. Y-you’re fucking beautiful, fu-fucking stunning, God, Morty,
I love you so much-”
 
Morty practically screamed as his orgasm slammed into him. Rick fucked him
through it, cooing as Morty whimpered and moaned from the pleasure and
stimulation. He felt the coil in his own belly about to snap and bit his lip
with a groan, gazing right at Morty’s blissed out, teary-eyed face. “Jesus
Christ, M-Morty, sh-shit-” White hot pleasure shot through him as he came,
sparks crackling along his skin as he let out an animalistic moan. Morty let
out a broken moan, clinging to Rick, and when it was over only their heavy
breaths filled the room.
 
Morty huffed, head dropping against Rick’s shoulder as Rick held Morty close,
heart racing and body tingling. He didn’t bother pulling out, moving himself to
lay on his side with Morty still in his arms. Morty sighed, legs twitching as
he sluggishly moved himself into a more comfortable position. His puckered hole
fluttered around Rick’s softening cock and he leaned heavily against the older
male’s sweaty chest. He could hear Rick’s thundering heartbeat right against
his ear and smiled tiredly, ready to drift off again.
 
“Love you,” he mumbled hoarsely, sleepily, and felt Rick press a tender kiss to
the crown of his head.
 
“Love you too, Morty.” Came the soft, gruff reply. “Now sleep.”
 
He was all too happy to obey Rick’s command, falling back into the clutches of
unconsciousness.
 
Rick pressed his cheek against Morty’s hair, his breathing beginning to slow.
His fingers trailed lightly over the bare skin of Morty’s thigh, the other
keeping him curled against his chest. His limbs felt like jello but there was
no way he was letting go of Morty. His muscles burned slightly but he was all
too happy to ignore it, shutting his eyes and letting himself drift off too.
 
Morty would never know, because he would never say it, but to Rick, Morty hung
the moon and the stars and put the sun in the sky. He was everything to Rick,
and Rick hoped Morty knew it though he left it unspoken.
End Notes
     I wrote this kinda fast so if you spot any mistakes let me know~
     I hope you all enjoyed *wink wink*
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