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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Rick_and_Morty
  Character:
      Rick_Sanchez_(Rick_and_Morty), Morty_Smith
  Additional Tags:
      Underage_-_Freeform, Incest, NSFW, dubcon, C137cest, BDSM, Impact_Play,
      Violence, rickmorty, Rick_and_Morty_-_Freeform
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-09-13 Chapters: 1/2 Words: 1730
****** Dome for Dinner ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Morty distracts Rick during a business deal.
Morty walked through the front door of his house, flung his backpack
absentmindedly on the couch and headed straight for the garage.
“Rick? I’m home from school!”
He opened the door to the garage just as Rick opened a portal with his portal
gun. Morty sprinted from the threshold of the door and dove through the portal
after Rick just as the portal closed.
Landing face-first on a fuzzy carpet, Morty scrambled to stand up, only to face
a mildly pissed-off Rick.
“Wh-wh-what are you doing here Morty?”
“I-I saw you open a portal and just figured—”
“This adventure is invite only, Morty,” Rick snapped.
Morty for the first time noticed what Rick was wearing: instead of the usual
blue shirt, brown trousers and lab coat, Rick was dressed immaculately in a
navy blue suit and a crisp white shirt with the first two buttons undone. The
suit hugged Rick’s narrow form with sharp, clean, tailored lines and Morty
found himself swallowing hard at the sight of his usually-messy grandfather
dressed so…hot.
“Well –euughh- you’re already here so let’s go, I can’t be late.” Rick grabbed
Morty by the shoulder, and pushed him along in front of him. The portal had
taken them to a gorgeous restaurant, filled with tables covered in white linen,
with strange plates of weird food, and aliens everywhere. The place certainly
looked fancy.
“Late for what, Rick?”
“A meeting with a ruthless Spuriilan mob boss.”
“A-a-a mob boss, Rick? Oh jeez, is that safe?”
“Morty, you are more likely to die in a car accident than deal with an inter-
dimensional alien criminal.”
“You are?”
“Morty I said you. I’m not gonna get killed by a car, Morty.” Rick arrived at a
table off in the corner of the restaurant which was already set, complete with
lit candles.
“Under he-eeuulchh-re, Morty.” Rick lifted up a corner of the table cloth and
gestured underneath the table.
“I have to hide?”
“I was told not to come with guests, but since you decided to stowaway, I’ve
gotta –uurp-I’ve gotta improvise. Now get under there!” Rick accompanied this
demand with a sharp smack on Morty’s ass to get him going, and Morty retreated
underneath the table.
Only a brief minute later, Morty could hear the low, gravely voice of Rick’s
dinner companion approach the table.
“Rick Sanchez. A pleasure.”
“Like-euuugh-likewise, Jo. Was it really necessary to bring muscle with you?”
“Oh them? I always keep a couple bodyguards with me; you never know, my dear.
Plus, you don’t exactly have a perfect reputation.”
“Since that’s coming from a boss of one of the largest mobs in the galaxy I’ll
take—urrp- I’ll take that as a compliment.”
Morty heard them both chuckle good-naturedly above him, before sitting down at
the table. Behind him, a pair of muscular legs ending in feet that looked like
hooves pushed themselves under the table. And in front of him, Rick’s thin
shins rested only a foot from Morty’s seat under the table.
Morty crossed his arms in annoyance. Now he was stuck listening to lame dinner
conversation for what could be hours instead of just being home and doing his
homework. He was beginning to sincerely regret following Rick through the
portal. As he let his gaze wander to the legs of his grandfather, he noticed
with a start that Rick’s fly was almost completely unzipped. His suit jacket
must have been covering his crotch just enough to prevent Morty from observing
it before.
A wicked smile slowly crept across Morty’s face as he silently inched closer
until he was seated between Rick’s spread legs, with the open fly directly in
front of his face. Slowly, being careful not to actually touch Rick and alert
him to what he was doing, Morty inched two fingers up above the fly, and with a
quick flick, undid the button. the front of Rick’s slacks immediately sprang
open, and Rick’s soft dick encased in black briefs flopped out ever so
slightly.
Up above, Morty heard Rick’s speech falter a bit more than usual. He suddenly
tried to snap his legs closed, but with Morty sitting in between, he was
awkwardly prevented from doing anything other than sitting still with his legs
wide open and his dick partially hanging out.
Morty took both his hands and smoothly slid them up Rick’s shins, until his
palms were resting on his bony knees. After pausing for a moment, Morty
continued to slide his hands slowly along Rick’s inner thighs as his
grandfather stuttered more and more in the conversation. When Morty’s hands got
to Rick’s crotch, Rick’s hand suddenly darted under the table cloth to push
them away. Morty gave the intrusive hand a sharp pinch and he heard Rick grunt
in pain as the hand disappeared back above the table.
“Oh my, Rick, are you quite alright?”
“Yeah –uurrp- j-j-j-just an annoying scratch, I’m fine”
Morty was having a hard time keeping from chuckling at how flustered Rick
sounded. As Rick’s mob friend started talking again, Morty gently stretched
open the front of Rick’s boxer briefs and as if begging to be released, Rick’s
flaccid dick easily fell out right in front of Morty’s face. The activity
around his crotch made Rick’s cock get harder and harder with each small
movement Morty made, and as Morty moved even closer and breathed on the skin,
it immediately sprang up; hard as a rock.
Rick’s insistent hand once again intruded on Morty’s motions and he was
rewarded with another sharp pinch, and this time, Morty made sure to use his
nails. Rick’s hand disappeared once more,  but Morty could feel his
grandfather’s legs clenching in vain, trying desperately to close and shield
his crotch from any further activity.
Staring in awe at Rick’s dick, Morty licked his lips. Huge, thick, and uncut,
small veins ran up and down the length like lightning bolts. Morty wrapped his
small, soft hand around the middle of Rick’s shaft and squeezed tightly out of
curiosity.
Rick’s entire body shuddered at the touch, and prompted Rick’s friend to once
again inquire if he was alright. If he didn’t have to be quiet, Morty would
have snorted; Rick wasn’t handling himself very well for someone who often
bragged to his grandson about how many aliens he’d banged over the years.
Slowly pumping up and down Rick’s length, Morty nuzzled his face in the corner
of Rick’s thigh and crotch and passed his hot wet tongue over Rick’s swollen
balls. Rick grunted up above, and coughed a few times, excusing himself for
choking on a piece of food.
Morty moved away from his balls, and instead ran his tongue from the base of
Rick’s cock all the way to the head, tracing the veins with the tip of his
tongue as he went. When he reached the top, Morty wrapped his mouth around the
head as he continued to pump the rest of Rick’s length with his hand, feeling
the foreskin shift back and forth against his lips.
To his benefit, Rick was handling himself moderately well, although as Morty’s
hot little mouth crept further down his cock, it was getting harder and harder
to focus on negotiating prices with the mob for a fresh new batch of weapons-
grade blue crystal cocaine.
Beneath the table, Morty forced more of Rick’s cock deep into his throat, being
careful not to go too far and gag. Once he got as far as he could reach, he
began to bob his head up and down, letting saliva dribble down the rest of
Rick’s dick, onto his hand so he could jack off his grandfather more smoothly.
Growing more confident with the new experience, and intoxicated on the salty,
harsh smell and taste of Rick, Morty snaked his hand down to his own crotch
where an insistent boner demanded attention.
Picking up the pace, Morty enthusiastically sucked off Rick as he reached into
his pants and pulled his own dick out to jack off. Beside his leg, Morty felt
Rick’s foot tap him twice, hard, and figuring it was a warning, Morty increased
his pace once more, until after a few moments, a hot load of cum suddenly burst
forth and completely filled his mouth. A few seconds later, Morty came as well,
spilling his cum onto the carpet floor as he swallowed Rick’s load.
Rick up above the table was breathing heavily, but otherwise acting normally.
The conversation seemed to be wrapping up, so Morty carefully tucked Rick’s
dick back into his boxer briefs, then buttoned and zipped the front of his
slacks. 
Morty scooted back, careful to avoid the splash of cum on the carpet floor
nearby, and leaned back on his elbows as Rick and the mob boss said their
goodbyes.  Morty listened to heavy footsteps walk away behind him, and was just
about to poke his head out from under the table cloth to see if it was alright
to come out, when Rick’s hand suddenly darted underneath the table, roughly
grabbed Morty by the front of his shirt and dragged him out.
Morty was instantly terrified at the look on Rick’s face. It wasn’t exactly
angry or even disappointed, it was cold and calculating, and Morty new Rick
well enough to understand that the absence of anger with Rick wasn’t
necessarily  a good thing.
“Uuerrrp—th-that was pretty ballsy, Morty.”
He spat out Morty’s name like it was a curse word, and Morty felt his stomach
drop.
“Rick, I-I-I-I-I—”
“Shut up.” Rick pulled out his portal gun, opened a portal, and sauntered
through, holding Morty aloft by the front of his shirt.
Back in the garage, Rick dropped Morty unceremoniously on the floor, where
Morty quickly backed up, leaning on his hands behind him as he remained seated
on the floor.
Rick stripped off his suit jacket, and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt.
Under any other circumstances, Morty would have found those combined movements
devastatingly sexy, but at present, he was very, very nervous of Rick.
“Oh man, Rick, d-d-don’t be mad, I—”
“Shut up, Morty, I’m not gonna tell you again.” Rick took a few steps closer so
he was almost directly over Morty and narrowed his eyes, “You are in serious
trouble, and trust me…you are going to need your voice, so you –euuulchh- you
might as well save it.”
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