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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Rick_and_Morty
  Relationship:
      Rick_Sanchez/Morty_Smith
  Character:
      Summer_Smith, Beth_Smith, Jerry_Smith, Rick_Sanchez, Morty_Smith
  Additional Tags:
      Coming_Out, Transgender_Morty, Healthy_romantic_relationships, accepting
      family, fuck_yeah, Makeouts, Kissing, Fingering, Oral_Sex, Frottage,
      Grinding, It's_super_brief_though, Morty_gets_eaten_out_yeAh, Universe_Z-
      465
  Series:
      Part 4 of Universe_Z-465
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-10-06 Words: 2116
****** Chapter Four: Helping Hand ******
by mortysmithh
Summary
     Morty finally comes out to his family! Unfortunately, dysphoria
     decides to knock on his door, break it down, and stomp all over what
     could have been a wonderful Saturday. Perhaps it can still be
     salvaged, with the help of Rick?
Notes
     YeAh first smut in the series woo-hoo!! Please note the tags, but yea
     h yeah Morty gets eaten out and it's niCE
     Tumblr's kinkykankri, leave me prompts/fic ideas pls pls!! And, as
     always, I love seeing your comments <33
Silence rings throughout the kitchen for a few moments, a trickle of sweat
running down Morty’s temple. He’s just about to get on his knees and start
crying, begging for them to ignore what he just said when Beth sniffles, then
nearly jerks forwards, almost seeming like she’s not in control of herself for
a few moments as she hugs Morty so tightly that he nearly can’t breathe.
“O-Oh- Oh, I- I-I’m so- I-I’ve been- c-calling you the- the wrong thing f-for
so-” She blubbers out, staining Morty’s shoulder with tears before she pulls
back, makeup a mess as she manages a watery smile. “Y-You’re just like your
grandfather, Meli- er…” She trails off, looking at him in a silent question.
“O-Oh! Uh, I-I- could you- c-could you call me Morty?” He offers back a weak
grin, hardly believing the reaction he’s getting from Beth.
Beth just smiles and nods, hugging him once more to answer a very confused
Jerry’s questions. “So, you, uh….y-you’re- you’re a guy, then? Like, call you a
‘he’ instead of a ‘she’, right?” When he gets several nods in return, he hums
in thought before shrugging. “Yeah, alright. I guess I don’t really mind,
although, promise to forgive me if I screw it up a bit at first?” Beth just
smiles and leans in to whisper something into Jerry’s ear, and the questions
stop for now.
They all turn to look at Summer, who’s just been watching Morty for the whole
time before she cracks a grin and goes over to loop an arm around her brother’s
shoulders, scruffing her fist into the top of his head just hard enough that he
giggles and tries to squirm away. “Y’know, I’ve always wanted a little brother,
anyways. Sisters are overrated, that’s what all of my friends say too,” she
says with a grin and a quick kiss pressed to Morty’s forehead. “So, want to go
shopping later, Morty?”
He smiles and nods, eyes watering as tears of pure joy well up in his eyes. "Y-
You- You guys really are the best family th-that anyone could ever ask for!"
The next few days are amazing; Summer can't stop fawning over his hair, Beth
keeps on giving him nearly rib-crushing hugs and constant kisses on his cheeks,
and it's clear that Jerry's trying his absolute hardest to keep from
misgendering/deadnaming Morty.
So it comes as a real shock that one day, on a beautiful Saturday afternoon,
that he finds himself laying in bed and thinking so many self-hating thoughts
that he worries for a brief moment that he's gone suicidal after everything in
his life has finally started to go the way he's wanted it to for so long. Just
as he concludes that it's just a bad day for dysphoria and that he probably
isn't depressed, Rick bursts through the door, eyes wide and flecks of spittle
flying from his mouth as he shouts, only to cut himself off abruptly at the
look on Morty's face.
"MORTY WE GOTTA GO- ...Morty, y-you alright there? Geez, yoOOOu look like- like
someone just stole- took your lunch money o-or something." When that fails to
get a laugh out of Morty, he sighs, tossing the portal gun onto Morty’s desk
and sitting on the bed next to his grandson. “Hey, c-c’mon, do you- should I go
kill someone for you or something? What’s wrong, Morty, y-y’know you can talk
to me,” he says with a gentle pat on Morty’s stomach.
Morty just shrugs, face twisting a bit as he tries to put his thoughts and
feelings into words. “I-I-I just, I...I-I don’t like myself? Like, I-I’m
probably a decent person, I-I just, I hate my body a-a lot, especially today,
wh-which is- which is ironic, considering th-that this should- this has
technically been the best past few days of my life, u-up to this point, that
is.” He pokes at one of his boobs, which jiggles ever so slightly due to the
fact that he’s not binding. No point, he’d decided; dysphoria had been just as
bad with a binder on, so he might as well feel bad and be able to take a deep
breath at the same time.
Rick’s just about to say something comforting, maybe even half-jokingly offer
to remove them now (it’s not like he hasn’t had to perform major surgery on
himself before anyways) when Morty continues, murmuring, “I-I can’t even
masturbate or whatever t-to distract myself, it- I-I have girl parts, I just- I
can’t-” A tired grunt of frustration leaves him, and he shakes his head,
glancing over at Rick before continuing to stare up at the ceiling, moving his
arms so that they’re resting underneath his head. “I-I’m- I’m sorry, you
probably came in f-for- for some kinda adventure, n-not my bitching, right?” He
laughs quietly, but it’s not nearly as mirthful as a real laugh should be. It’s
not Morty enough.
Shaking his head, he leans down to kiss Morty gently, only deepening it
slightly before pulling back and pressing a light peck to his grandson’s
forehead. “Hey, no, I just said you could talk to me, aAAA- alright? If it
helps at all, I see you as a guy, a-and I know that that probably sounds like a
big load of bullshit, considering how much of a prick I’ve been to you a-about
you ‘being a girl’ and shit like that, but I really do. Y-You’ve changed a lot
over these past few weeks, Morty, and honestly, y-you’re allowed to feel like
shit about your body. You’re a teenager, and, hell, you know I’m- I used to
have a body like that, I-I know how gross dysphoria is, and I know that-
basically, I get you, alright?”
A light smile curls over Morty’s lips, an honestly happy one, and he nods,
propping himself up ever so slightly with a soft grunt. “I-It- that does help a
lot, Rick.” He sighs quietly, shrugging. “I-I dunno, I- I guess I just wish
that- I don’t even know what I want. To make myself think- feel like a guy, i-
if that makes any sense?” He shrugs again, leaning over to peck Rick on the
cheek, then on the lips several times. “Well, a-at least I’ve got you to help
me with that, right?” His smile widens, innocent and completely trusting in his
grandfather.
That last question leaves Rick thinking, and he spaces out ever so slightly
until he snaps back to himself and turns to look at Morty, his expression dead
serious as he asks back, “D-Do- would you like me to- d’you want me to help you
out? I-I mean, sex and masturbation shit does- i-it’s a great distraction, a-
and it sounds like you really need it. I-I’ll call you my sweet little boy, wh-
what- whatever you want me to, Morty. But, y-you don’t have to if you don’t
want-”
He’s cut off by Morty surging up to kiss him, and he only pulls back for two
seconds to nod quickly and murmur breathily ‘y-yes, please, Rick’, before
kissing him again.
The contact quickly grows more and more heated, until Morty’s pinned up against
the wall, legs wrapped around Rick’s waist and soft whimpers leaving him as
he’s rutted up against. His crotch now damp and Rick panting hard from effort
and arousal, he looks up at his grandpa, almost alarmed by the heated
attraction he sees blazing in Rick’s eyes.
“M-Morty, please- can I- c-can I eat you out? I-I promise, it’ll feel nice, y-
you’ll get off, I’m really fucking good at this, j-just, please, I want to- w-
wanna taste you, Morty,” he manages to get out in-between short, sharp gasps
for breath. He ignores his own arousal for now; pleasing Morty is more
important, and what he just said wasn’t exactly a lie.
The younger’s cheeks flush even harder, now a bright cherry red in both cheeks
as he stammers, stumbles over his words and stutters so many times that he
nearly bites the tip of his tongue off before he nods, and Rick lets him down
so that he isn’t held up by Rick’s hips anymore and his ass is now resting on
his bed.
Rick murmurs one last ‘a-are you sure, Morty?’ before gently pulling his
grandson’s damp boxers down, mouth watering at the scent and sight of the
younger’s privates. “Mmnh, god, Morty, g-good boy, I’m- I’m gonna fucking wreck
you,” he groans out before licking a slow stripe up the middle of Morty’s cunt
with the flat of his tongue, his eyes slipping shut in bliss as he starts to
eat his grandson out with loud, horribly lewd slurping noises.
He cries out every time something sensitive is hit, hips grinding and bucking
erratically as Rick’s tongue worms its way into him and starts thrusting in and
out. Then that wonderful, sinfully skilled tongue moves up to work his clit,
and he jerks as though he’s been shocked, eyes going wide as he chokes out
Rick’s name. Once he’s said it once, it’s all he can manage to get out, his
voice breathy and needy and slowly growing in pitch and volume until he feels
two fingers sink into him and he goes still, painfully tense and his breath
caught in his throat.
Then Rick curls long, calloused fingers in him and everything breaks loose at
once, a shrill scream of Rick’s name leaving Morty’s mouth as he clenches down
rapidly and cum gushes from his pussy.
Rick continues slurping, managing to catch it as it first starts up, but
there’s too much and he ends up just letting the rest come as it does.
Several agonizing, blissfully pleasant moments later, he’s laying on his bed,
panting hard and Rick looking as though he’s died and gone to heaven. Cum’s
staining his shirt, and strands of it are dripping from his mouth and the tip
of his nose as he gently licks up the rest from Morty’s privates.
“Mmnh...delicious,” he murmurs into Morty’s skin, and, absolutely
oversensitive, the vibrations of Rick’s voice cause him to jolt and laugh
sharply, the sound surprised and blissed-out all at once.
Then he seems to realize that Rick hadn’t gotten anything in return, and he
sits up halfway, resting on his elbows as he gazes down at his grandfather,
absolutely coated in his jizz. “I-I, uh, d-did- do you want me t-to help you,
m-may- maybe?” He’s surprised when Rick shakes his head, still working on
licking the rest of Morty’s cum off of his face.
“Nah, I-I mean, you can later, if you want, b-but you’re tired, and I don’t
mind a bit of blue balls i-if- if it’s for you. I-I wouldn’t mind some help
with this mess, though,” he says with a grin and a crook of one of three cum-
glistening fingers.
Morty goes red in the face, stammering and unable to speak coherently before he
rolls his eyes and shifts on the bed, carefully licking a tiny bit of his own
cum off of Rick’s finger before he shrugs and envelops two of Rick’s fingers
with his mouth, eyes half-lidded from exhaustion and effort as he works on
licking the rest off. Rick groans and mutters ‘y-you’re gonna kill me, Morty,
god,’ before pulling his hand away and tugging his shirt off. He uses the clean
part to wipe off the rest of his face before he tosses it into a corner and
tugs Morty to himself, humming and nuzzling into his hair. “Mmh, after this,
we’re- w-we’re gonna shower, Morty. Shower, b-because- ‘cause we’re both gross,
a-and dirty, right? Although, we’re probably going to be dirty in there, too,”
he says with a soft snort.
A soft, tired laugh bubbles up out of Morty’s chest and he nods in response,
turning his head so that he can kiss Rick for just a few seconds before a yawn
forces them to stop. He curls up, nuzzling his head into Rick’s chest and
murmuring, “Y-You should- you should sleep too, y’know; w-we’re gonna need all
of our energy f-for that shower, right?” One last sleepy giggle escapes him
before he drifts off, Rick’s arms around him, almost like a protective barrier
as Rick scoots back on the bed and sits on a clean part with his back against
the wall, his own eyelids growing heavy as he does his best to ignore his
boner. “Mmhm, definitely, Morty. G’night, y-you little shit.” A pause. “...m-my
Morty, my sweet, sweet little Morty,” he murmurs, once he’s absolutely sure
that Morty’s fast asleep.
He doesn’t see it, but a slight curl of a smile graces his grandson’s lips
after he says it.
 
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