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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:
      Miami_Rick, Miami_Morty, Drug_Use, Alcohol, Hallucinogens, Underage_Sex,
      Incest, Emetophobia, Power_Play, Breathplay, last_three_are_all_very
      brief!, IM_SORRY!_-_Freeform, for_everything!!!!!!1, Songfic
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-03-22 Words: 4327
****** High For This ******
by technicallyGodless
Summary
     A songfic going along with "high for this" by the weeknd. Miami Rick
     and Morty get super high and make out a lot
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
You don’t know what’s in store
But you know what you’re here for
Nervous eyes flick around the dimly lit room. He can’t keep focus on anything
for more than a few seconds. The multitude of substances, the clothing strewn
on the floor, the man sitting with his legs open and inviting on a stupidly
expensive sofa across the room from him. He’s sweating, beads rolling down his
neck and the curve of his back, stopping when they reach his tiny gold shorts -
the only clothing he was allowed to wear most days. Though today he was
permitted a tight crop that exposed his navel and sparse trail of dark hair.
Morty had come here a few mere months ago, being one of the poor, unfortunate
bastards whose universe was stripped of a Rick too soon. The citadel caught up
with his records, how he was one of those subservient, pliable types that
melded so well with most of the Ricks’ god complexes. His little body was
useful enough for the Council of Dicks to pull him out of the incredibly
mundane universe he had been lolling through and into one far more
extraordinary than his head could have wrapped around.
But he was here, in the flesh. Mostly just flesh at the moment, his skimpy swim
briefs barely able to be called clothing. But this is what he had come to
accept as his usual garb, the unrelenting heat of the Miami sun scarcely
clouding over and giving him need to wrap up in anything else. Said sun was
just barely beating down on the pavement outside the wall of screen doors
behind him, the sunset seeming to fight for vibrancy as long as it could.
His curly head was haloed by thick orange saturation, his shadow stretching out
to barely touch the feet of his Rick. His hands fisted at his sides, picking at
his thighs as he surveyed the room for as long as he could before a slender
hand rose from the old man’s side, breezily motioning the boy over to him.
Heaving one last shaky breath, Morty tore his eyes from a pile of something on
the coffee table and forced them to meet his Rick’s gaze. Or at least what he
assumed to be the man’s gaze, considering the surprisingly dense gradient
sunglasses he was still sporting. It didn’t take too long for the boy to will
his feet into moving. He shuffled across the room until he was standing between
a pair of lean, khaki’d legs.
“What’s got you so nervous, babe?”
Close your eyes
Lay yourself beside me
A soft hand reaches out to cup at Morty’s face as the old man leans toward him,
closing his legs just enough to hold the boy in place. Lithe fingers with years
of experience know just the right patches of skin to rub over with semi-
calloused thumbs, another hand soon alighting to join the other in rubbing
sweaty temples.
Morty opted to ignore the question, dropping his head to lean against
comforting hands that soothed the worried and thoughts vibrating from his skull
to his stomach, which had been twisted in knots since the idea had been
proposed. Whether he was excited or about to throw up he couldn’t decipher. His
brief thought to just leave the room and possibly the house altogether was
thankfully replaced by a decision the elder made.
While his guard was down, sweet fingertips had run over his slightly violet
eyelids, sweeping away potentially upsetting images and replacing them with the
reminder that he was safe here, safer than he’d been in probably his whole
life. That had lulled him just enough to go with the flow when Rick’s hands
slipped to the back of his neck and pulled him onto his lap, a pleased sigh
sliding past soft lips as he felt the familiar warmth of those loving hands
squeezing all the softer bits of him.
This continued until Morty had veritably melted, at which time Rick scooted the
boy off him and onto the plush sofa. With a skilled ritual, the man was leaning
forward and shuffling things around on the table in front of him. There were a
few small baggies of powder that he tapped out in equal amounts onto a pretty
silver platter. His hands moved quickly, dancing over a container of razor
blades and selecting one at random. He scooted said container to the side,
careful to shut it tightly, and began working at arranging all the powders
together.
Those thin fingers that were just massaging at Morty’s ribs were now
rhythmically chopping at a variety of white powders that gradually congregated
into a single pile of very fine, now fluorescent pink dust. The boy worried his
lip, bringing his knees to his chest and leaning over them to watch the man he
so adored go about their business.
Rick separated the powder into 6 neat lines, shaping them with the blade
quickly, having decided it was well past time to return his attention to Morty.
Hold tight for this ride
We don’t need no protection
The man slipped something from the table into his pocket as he turned back
toward the small figure peering at him over scabby knees. They exchanged a
brief grin, Rick leaning in to steal those ever-pouting lips he adored into a
kiss that tasted of Kors and intimacy. The younger’s breath immediately
hitched, mouth watering at the absolutely lavish flavors and sensations that
washed over him.
Soft hands ran through blueish hair and experienced teeth broke new blood
vessels. When mouths separated, Rick’s shirt had two buttons undone, the heat
of the late afternoon still enough to break a sweat. Morty’s little chest took
shivering breaths to even out his frazzled nerve endings. He didn’t think twice
about opening up when Rick reached to stick two fingers in his mouth, though he
did notice something sweet rapidly dissolving on his tongue. He raised his
brows in concern, nibbling the tip of one of Rick’s fingers as he slowly worked
it out of his mouth.
“Don’t worry about it baby,” Rick cooed, soothing the worry he had predicted by
pressing an orange tablet to his own tongue. “This isn’t gonna hurt you, I
wouldn’t let, I wouldn’t do that to you baby boy.”
The boy’s anxiousness melted away both by the comfort Rick was offering as well
as the tingling numbness beginning to tickle along his tongue. He could taste
how orange the tabs remnants were. He spent a moment or two just marveling at
the gorgeous mixing of his senses, twining his tongue around the now bitter
flavor of the mandarin tint swimming across his teeth.
Come alone
We don’t need attention
Rick chuckled lowly as he watched the last of the saturated sunset’s rays seem
to be swallowed through the boy’s lips. His whole tongue was a nearly sickening
patch of ever changing warm colors and it really was a sight. The muscle worked
behind vibrating lips and licked along teeth that felt smoother than velvet and
Rick didn’t do much for a minute other than just watch and chew at his own
seemingly disembodied tongue.
After enough time to assure his Morty was at ease, the man swept his thumb
lightly over his own lips and leaned to the side to share a technicolor kiss
with his pride and joy. He tasted every color ever known and shared a few of
his own new ones, the both of them in a state of bliss.
Open your hand
Take a glass
Don’t be scared
I’m right here
Time passed quietly, Morty winding up straddling his grandfather’s lap in a
fallback pose. His head was lolled into Rick’s neck as the man reached forward
to his table of mystery. Keeping his right hand on the boy’s ass for support,
he grandly swept the silvery plate onto the sofa beside them, as well as an
elegant, diamond shaped bottle of clear liquor upon a second trip. He cradled
the thing between the two cushions of the loveseat so as to keep it balanced
while he and his boy went about their business.
Morty had resided to leaving marks he saw as a vibrant fuchsia along his
grandfather’s jawline, pulling a few resonating noises from the older man as
he’d organized their setup. The boy was pleased with this, and maybe a bit
overconfident due to his rapidly depleted anxiety, and he was now leaned back
with his cute butt resting on the man’s upper thighs. With a beaming grin, he
brought a hand to Rick’s face and gazed into eyes only comparable to blue
lightning in hue and intensity.
“Get your baby a drink?” Morty purred, scritching his thumbnail almost too hard
underneath one of those eyes that usually froze him to death.
The man was wordlessly pleased, his thin, wolfish smile the only sign of
perceptible amusement that went along with his reaching for the bottle. He
removed his hands from their ever-present grip on that pretty golden bum to
remove a crystalline cap from an immediately aromatic vodka. The bottle was
gingerly pressed forward into Morty’s small hands, and the boy gratefully threw
his head back with an overconfident swig.
Despite his muddled taste buds, the expensive burn of the liquor pricked tears
into his eyes. He would have gagged if the stuff hadn’t already made its way
down his throat, for which he was silently thankful. He knew Rick wouldn’t let
him live it down if he couldn’t handle a measly mouthful of vodka, so he
ignored the rushing in his salivary glands and took another, smaller sip.
Even though you don’t roll
Trust me girl
You wanna be high for this
Rick knew that face when he saw it; the tensed muscles on either side of the
nose and below the Adam’s apple, that one tiny tear that betrayed the adamant
boy as slipped down his cheek anyway, and of course, the spark of pride in
those marshy eyes in having accomplished the act of swallowing so much. He was
proud of his boy, who was trying to casually pass the bottle back to his
grandfather and not gag on the lingering sting.
It would be a hell of a long night if Morty went and sobered himself up so
early. Both to distract his watering mouth and possibly divert his senses
altogether, Rick nudged the blushing boy onto the couch. He took a practiced
pull from the bottle, God it was the smooth shit, and set it down on the floor
at his feet, now grabbing the silver plate and turning the boy’s attention to
the luminescent pinkish lines upon it.
“See Morty, babe, I’m gonna show you how to do this, the right way,” he said,
digging in his back pocket for a crumpled up bill. He rolled it into a crude
cylinder and waved it in the air to demonstrate. “First you gotta, you get
somethin’ like this. And then ya just..”
Touching an end of the bill to his nose, he bent at the waist and expertly
inhaled a particularly stacked line. The powder tickled and stung at his nasal
tissues, absorbing immediately and giving the bridge of his nose a vibrant
pinkish glow. Alien drugs could be pretty damn gorgeous, and he wanted only the
best for his perfect baby.
Any reservations left in him at that point were floating around the room as
weightlessly as the rest of his thoughts were. Morty was astonished by the soft
glow spreading from Rick’s nose to his cheeks and below his eyes, as well as
the smaller more vibrant dots of purple peeking up to look like bio luminescent
freckles; the boy wanted to look this pretty for his old man. Maybe even
prettier if he was lucky.
Gently picking the bill out of a vaguely shivering hand, Morty waited patiently
for the tray to be set on his knees. He then brought it up closer to his face,
where he had the bill poised against his right nostril, and took little time in
selecting a line. Bracing himself, he took a deep breath and snorted a line
quickly as he could, afraid of the burn. It tore at his nose with a fire that
lasted for all of a millisecond, the pain soon replaced by that numb vibration
immediately radiating through his sinuses.
A little cocksure with the sudden adrenaline, Morty decided to inhale another
line, the heavenly sensation bringing tears to his eyes and sprinkling good
vibrations throughout his entire head. At this Rick was a little wary, though
again his pride in that little prince taking a higher priority in his addled
mind than the probability that he ought to be spacing out the boy’s intake. It
would just get him higher quicker.
Take it off
You want it off
‘Cause I know what you’re feeling
Within half a minute of taking in the second line Morty was shaking, his mouth
ajar just enough for that orange creamsicle tongue to be spotted through teeth
that he felt were pulsating to a beat that wasn’t being played aloud. A musical
“hah!” escaped his parted lips as he set the tray on Rick’s bobbing knees. The
boy brought fingers to his nose and swiped beneath it, a thin trail of blood
laced with parts of the powder that hadn’t been absorbed. The fingers were
introduced ti his mouth, a chemical reaction practically exploding his senses.
The iron mixed with the perpetual sweetness in his mouth and in the powder,
with the lingering hints of Kors were all so much to handle, almost too much.
Morty clutched his head, fingering through his hair and letting his hands dance
along his cheeks which seemed to be radiating both light and heat. He shook and
reeled as he vaguely registered his Rick doing two lines. His mouth moved a
mile a minute, not with speech but the gestures of biting his lips and tongue
and trying to get as much of the tastes on the world around him into his mouth.
Rick watched the little fool and his ministrations, unceremoniously wiping
blood from beneath his own nose and sticking the hand in front of Morty’s face,
who absolutely freaked at the opportunity to get that specific flavor
combination again. The tab had definitely soaked into their systems by now;
Morty could’t for the life of him get enough worship out of him and onto Rick’s
hand, his master’s hand. Rick let it happen with crazed enthusiasm, empty
praises falling past his lips before he even knew he was speaking.
“You’re beautiful, so-s-so gorgeous M-Morty.”
“You’re so good to me, I don’t, I never want to lose you.”
“Fuck baby you’re hot, you’re really burnin’ up babe.”
The man babble on until he realized his palm was to Morty’s cheeks and the boy
was in fact burning up. Side effect of the drug and alcohol mixture no doubt,
but the very small and often overlooked mother hen in Rick told him to take
care of this. He removed his own shirt, knowing without a doubt that if his boy
was this warm it was likely he was also on fire. Then came the clumsy hooking
his fingers under the sweat-sticky crop that was practically plastered to
Morty’s chest. It took a while for them both to coordinate, but the tight
fabric was soon in a heap on the floor and a bare, pinkish chest was heaving
with relief.
“Haah, th-thank you, I needed- this is better,” Morty slurred.
It’s okay girl I feel it too
Let it beat, baby breathe
I swear I’m right here
He was answered with a sloppier kiss than usual, thin drool already coming out
the corner of Rick’s mouth as well as both of their blood that was already
beginning to crust over. Another time it would have made Morty sick, but
nothing could touch him right then. His skin was slick and drumming to the beat
of his currently arrhythmic heart, everything that he could see, smell, feel,
and taste was ecstasy. Tears were flowing freely from muddy eyes. He felt every
emotion in its purest form and yet he felt nothing but the way that pair of
familiar lips nipped at his own.
Noises came from him and were received in turn. His back was to the decadent
fabric of a couch that cost more than he did and he was sure the night wouldn’t
pass without something staining it irreparably. A bare chest purred against
his, thin bluish hair tickling at him, hands were touching his face and one was
opening his mouth. Another mouth was there to replace the fingers in an
instant, and warm liquid spilled down his throat. He remembered that taste and
groaned as the burn settled in his middle.
The burn soon settled from his middle to his chest, and rose to his throat.
This didn’t alarm him until the burn was gracefully spilling out of his neon
mouth and down his cheeks. He wasn’t completely sure if Rick had been kissing
him at the time it occurred, but he noticed that the shirt his man had been
wearing (which, again, likely cost more than Morty himself) was being wiped
across his mouth and the side of his face where some interestingly colored
sliminess had dripped down.
The mess was gone and they just went on with life as it rolled by, namely with
a bony knee situating itself between Morty’s thighs and kisses that tasted of
bile - and soon, Kors once more - continuing for an eternity while the pair
spun through time and space without having to move.
We’ll be good; I promise
We’ll be so good
When time time came where Morty did indeed want to move, the world broke into a
few different pieces. As the boy sat up to put his back against the armrest, he
felt his head move several seconds behind the time that it actually had.
Everything he looked at didn’t have one single focus point, there were just
colors and sounds that he rationally knew couldn’t be coming from anywhere but
his own head. Whooshes of water went through his ears as he felt his blood
catch up to him, an adoring Rick kneeling above him and seeming to waver every
time either of them took a breath.
“Okay morty, I think, right now you’re tripping BALLS Morty, you-you look so
dazed baby, look at yourself,” Rick teased, trying to sit up but falling onto
his back. “Fuck baby, I’m so- I’m pretty fucked up too, huh?”
Words were hard to comprehend, let alone form, so Morty opted for a careful nod
before letting himself topple over onto Rick’s chest. He was overcome with
passion, the mood lighting still radiating from their skin just setting him
off. His mouth was a uncoordinated as the rest of him, his grandfather’s
signature drool becoming a shared trait as the boy tried his damnedest to keep
enough focus on this one task, on just letting their burning torsos mingle and
biting everything he could just the way he knew his owner liked it.
Rick’s hands knew where to go, even now, one wrapped tight around a blazing
lower back and the other tugging at the damp hair he couldn’t get enough of.
The both of them twitched and squirmed involuntarily, the younger often
slipping and nipping open a section of Rick’s lip or even piercing the patch of
skin where neck and shoulder met. At this growls were shamelessly let out and
Morty definitely was going to have some crescent moon bruises dug into him all
over.
“I-I feel,, I need to be closer,” Morty whimpered, small fireworks bursting
before his eyes. “I don’t know what’s-what’s ha-Aapening.”
Rick quieted him by pulling him by the hips up onto his chest, the unbalanced
younger boy quivering in the thighs and leaning heavily to the side to support
himself on the back of the sofa. Flowers bloomed from the skin where Rick
stroked his hipbones, his tummy fat, the band of his tacky little shorts that
were honestly too tight for such a hot night. Morty watched in awe as the
blooms popped up and immediately dispersed in a hurricane of petals that seemed
to encircle him.
“I got you baby,” Rick replied, managing to sound like he had at least half of
his shit together. “Y-y-you’re gonna be okay, let grandpa make it alright.”
Open your hand
Take a glass
Don’t be scared
I’m right here
Rick reached for the bottle that he last remembered to be on the floor, where
it thankfully had decided to stay. He brought it to his lips one last time
before setting it down and forgetting it completely. The heat warmed him
uncomfortably so, and now was a good time to get to sweating that fever out.
One more nudge of his arms and Morty’s tight little shorts were down enough to
expose him, the musty scent of want and having gotten so warm practically
choking the older man. He reveled in it, sticking his tongue out to taste the
half-hard member in his face. The side of his tongue teased along the head and
he made quick work of testing how long Morty could kneel like this before
toppling himself. Before there was even time for the boy to get used to this
sudden relief over half of his cock was buried in Rick’s mouth and it was all
he could to to keep from dropping dead then and there.
A comforting, calloused hand caressed his hip and pulled him forward, Rick
having no patience in the matter. Morty wasn’t the biggest, but his size was
enough to prod at tonsils once he was fully seated. Given his state of mind, it
was a matter of seconds before the boy was shakily grabbing either side of
Rick’s head and jamming his hips forward.
Despite all his years of experience, the man never understood how there were
people out there who didn’t gag. Especially not now, when the boy on top of him
was rutting into his mouth without regard for the fact that breathing was a
necessity. Though Rick didn’t seem to mind this either, a minute passing before
his lungs even hinted that he needed to breathe. By then he was so drunk on the
pretty moans coming from above him that he couldn’t bring himself to care, only
shallowly attempting to breathe in between suffocating jabs to his esophagus.
“Ri-iick, Rick I can’t..” Morty trailed, too late in warning to even finish it.
The boy grasped at bluish hair so hard it was a winder he didn’t come up with a
handful of it, hips rocking in disbelief at how crazy red his Rick was, how
good and sweet and perfect he was doing this, just for his Morty.
Once his aftershocks had passed the will to keep his knees locked was lost.
Morty shook and gave a small yelp before he collapsed, taking a quick trip to
the floor. He didn’t feel hurt but the fall was fast, and he lay there on his
stomach for a period of time before registering a persistent coughing from the
couch above his head.
Even though you don’t roll
Trust me girl
You wanna be high for this
You wanna be high for this
Scrambling to even his hands and knees was an ordeal, looking like a newborn
deer with a slight gash in its forehead. Whoops..
“Rick, oh geez, oh god are you- I can’t believe I just..!”
The boy was cut off by a dismissive hand batting his forehead. Rick just lay on
his back and heaved heavy breaths, a confusing grin playing at his lips. He
stuck his tongue out and lolled his head to look Morty nose-to-nose, going so
far as to touch them together.
“Get-get up here baby. M’not done with you yet.”
That was all the instruction the simple minded boy needed. He wobbled to his
feet and marveled for a moment at how the world moved around him in unreal
directions before tripping onto the sofa. He wanted to make it slightly
difficult, as always, so he lay sprawled on his back and invited whatever was
to come with an ambiguous hand motion.
You wanna be high for this
You wanna be high for this
You wanna be high for this
Rick loved this part; he loved being so fucked up that anything goes and he
wouldn’t feel anything less than absolute devotion to his Morty, and vice
versa. He couldn’t get enough of the way his real thoughts were a million light
years away and all that he cared about was spoiling this kid and making sure he
was going to need an assistant for at least two days if he wanted anything to
do with walking, both because of a crushing hangover and the way every inch of
his perfect little body was thoroughly fucked and loved over.
These smiles were rare, the ones that screamed at Morty just how important he
was and how much Rick loved him to death. Though when they were alone like
this, drugs and booze or not, Rick liked to think he was allowed to share
things like that. The stimulants just help his face do what his mind is always
thinking, and that night, he showed nothing but desire and love for the only
Morty he should ever want for.
He gave one of those smiles then, the glazed over haze in Morty’s eyes lifting
in recognition. If his body wasn’t about to burst already, Rick climbing over
him and humming praises into his ear while they fucked for God knows how long
were enough for him to explode into a fucking supernova that he never wanted to
be contained from.
End Notes
     ooookay so im sorry i know no one asked for this but i just really
     like weird trippy things when it comes to these two =///=
     thank you for reading and i hope yall liked !
     always open to suggestions, edits, or requests!
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