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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      Gen, M/M
  Fandom:
      Rick_and_Morty
  Relationship:
      Rick_Sanchez/Morty_Smith
  Character:
      Rick_Sanchez_(Rick_and_Morty), Morty_Smith
  Additional Tags:
      Clubbing, Incest, age_gap, Rimming, Car_Sex, errr, Spaceship_Sex, a_bit
      of_underage_drinking, Consent, Super_explicit_lol, Tiny_bit_of_plot
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-01-24 Words: 7955
****** Life in the Fast Lane ******
by The-Clairvoyant-Rick_(MajixTrixx)
Summary
     And the teen wanted to stop there, he really did, to shut up and let
     whatever was going to happen, happen, but the mystery component in
     the alcohol completely destroyed whatever filter he may have had,
     filling his conscious with lust until the boy was almost drowning in
     it, “I cum crying out your name in--into my pillow almost every
     night, Rick, sometimes more than once. Fuck, I-I-I can’t stop
     watching you, every time you come up behind me I dream t-that you’ll
     bend me over and fuck me.”
Notes
     Hey guys!
     Clairvoyance here! I really just couldn't get this idea out of my
     head and I wanted to put it out there, especially since I got such a
     wonderful response from my vampire work.
     I would like to dedicate this work to both PhoenixofSin as well as
     RicksBitchMorty, both of whom inspire me beyond compare.
     Enjoy!
Dark green eyes swept across the interior of the lively off-world nightclub
with an overly obvious sense of hesitant uncertainty. Morty was no stranger to
his grandfather dragging him out of bed at a moment’s notice in the dead of
night. In fact, the teen had long since learned how to function on less than
five hours of sleep, but this was something different altogether.
Late night adventures were usually just that, adventures.
Nine times out of ten when Rick was dragging him out of bed, slurring drunken
explanations that flew right over the teen’s sleep addled understanding, they
ended up being chased through a dimension that made absolutely no sense in
search of a specific object that was essential to his mad scientist
grandfather’s work. Most adventures entailed going on a quest to retrieve some
ridiculously hard item to find, like that one time when they’d sought out a
rare flesh eating plant that grew in the belly of an underwater monster and
could only be found in the bottom of a lagoon made up of sulfuric acid. Most
times that was about par for the course, and those types of things Morty could
handle. Shoving two incredibly pointy seeds up his ass to smuggle through
customs before being chased and shot at by angry Grophlomites? Sure, no
problem. Being trapped on a normally peaceful planet the one day of the year
when they threw aside all inhibitions and started killing each other over petty
feuds just for the hell of it? Not even an issue. But this? This was something
else entirely.
Looking around, the interior of the building was filled to the brim with a
number of species that Morty couldn’t even hope to recognize. Beings with
twelve legs and some with none at all, figureless creatures made up of various
colored liquids without bones and some that had more joints and angles than
Morty could really comprehend. Some humanoids, a few reptilian creatures, and a
number of species that looked more like they belonged in an episode of Star
Trek than anywhere else, but there they were, all piled together on the
dancefloor, partying the night away.
The club was stuffy, the air hot and muggy from all the bodies shifting
together and moving alongside the others, any and all forms of conversation
getting lost in the heavy pulse of the foreign music surrounding them. It was
intense, the bare inches of space between patrons making the teen want to
hyperventilate as he tried to keep up with Rick, bound and determined not to
let the blue haired genius out of his sight for fear of losing him in the
crowd.
“Oh jeez, Rick. I-I-I don’t know if this is a good idea, y-y’know?”
The older man scoffed, expertly weaving between bodies with all the grace and
practice of somebody who’d done it countless times before, “Calm down, Morty.”
Rick pushed his way up to the bar, conversing confidently to the magenta
skinned bartender in a language that the brunette had never heard before,
signaling for two before casting his attention back down to the nervous teen
beside him, “Don’t get all -- all bent out of shape, Morty. It’s j- eeuuurp -
just a club. We’re here to have a good time, Morty, a little fun. No need to
get all -- no need to get your panties in a twist. Sheesh, Morty, what are you,
eighty?”
The tell-tale frown tugging at the boy’s lips showed his uncertainty over the
situation but Rick didn’t seem to notice, his attention more focused on the
otherworldly bartender handing him a pair of vibrant purple drinks in exchange
for a strange looking currency. A carefree grin adorned the elder’s lips as he
turned back towards his companion, offering him the shot glass. Morty wanted to
refuse, wanted to wave it off and tell Rick to take it for himself but the
single raised blue brow and the knowing smirk pulling at the corner of the
scientist’s lips told the boy, without a doubt, that wasn’t an option. Rick
would tease him about it all night if he didn’t, calling him a pussy and a
buzzkill.
Jaw clenched, thin fingers snatched the cool glass from Rick’s waiting hand,
bringing the substance up to his nose for a small inhale that made the younger
man want to gag. Whatever it was, it was alien. Morty should’ve known that to
begin with considering that Rick tend to favor alcohol made off world, but the
boy could dream.
As Morty held the shot glass a little bit further away from his face, Rick
clinked their glasses together on a mock form of a toast, “Bottoms up, Morty!”
The elder tipped his head back and downed the shot without so much as a wince.
Morty knew he probably wouldn’t be so lucky but he’d already committed himself
to going through with it. With a grimace, and a half hearted glare up at Rick,
the boy in the yellow shirt followed suit, knocking back the strange violet
liquid with a stomach full of knots.
What Morty didn’t prepare for was the scalding burn as it went down.
The sensation set in nearly a third of the way through and suddenly Morty was
gagging, spewing half a mouthful of liquor all over the dance floor, his eyes
nearly bulging out of their sockets as he continued to cough. It felt like the
liquid was composed of straight acid, like it was eating holes through the
flesh of his tongue and throat, his stomach heaving and threatening to empty
all over the floor.
Rick just shook his head, laughing hysterically as he clapped Morty on the
back, “Jesus Morty, I guess you get your tastebuds from Jerry’s side of the
family.”
Unlike before, the glare he sent the mad scientist was anything by half-hearted
but Rick didn’t seem overly bothered by it, he just gave another chuckle and
ruffled the teen’s hair in a way that both annoyed and flustered the teen,
“Hang on, Mort, I’ll getcha somethin’ else.”
Morty wanted to object, in all reality he just wanted to go home and not run
the risk of being intoxicated anywhere near Rick. Dark green eyes cast a subtle
look over towards the older man who was once again talking to the bartender.
Unbeknownst to Rick, and the rest of the family, Morty  had  gotten drunk
before. In fact, he’d been to a few parties before without anybody being the
wiser. It wasn’t something he participated in actively, in all honesty he’d
only really tried it to see what the hype was all about, but if there was a
single thing that he’d learned during those few experimentations, it was that
he was  incredibly chatty.
Morty knew that he tended to ramble on about unimportant things even when he
was sober, but the difference was, when Morty got drunk, he got  honest.  Where
he was usually fairly secretive, tight lipped and careful about the things he
revealed to people when he was clearheaded, Morty tended to run his mouth near
constantly without filter when he consumed alcohol. It wasn’t normally a big
deal because his tales were so outrageous and unbelievable that the people who
encountered him normally just thought he was super nerdy about sci-fi stuff and
that he was talking about some book he was writing or a game or something.
But that wasn’t his biggest concern.
No, Morty’s biggest concern was the fact that, when he was under the influence,
he had absolutely no qualms about babbling on about his frustratingly
persistent crush on Rick. When his mental barriers were down, the dark haired
teen had absolutely no issue admitting just how head over heels he was for a
man that was more than twice his age. He had no trouble accepting that he would
love nothing more than to let Rick bend him over and have his wicked way with
him over and over and over again until Morty couldn’t think, let alone talk or
speak. When he was drunk, it was impossible not to notice just how brilliant
and awe inspiring the older man was, how much Morty admired him, looked up to
him, how much Rick’s opinion meant to him. It was all he could do not to dial
the genius up and tell him how smoking hot he was in that ridiculous off white
lab coat and how many times the teen had fantasized about Rick fucking him in
nothing but that coat.
And while that was fine when he was surrounded by a bunch of drunk high school
kids that didn’t even go to his school and probably wouldn’t remember him
anyway, it wouldn’t fly with Rick.
Morty was unexpectedly jarred from his thoughts when the blue haired genius
nudged the teen’s side with his elbow and offered him a bright red drink with
clear crystals around the rim in what looked quite similar to a martini glass,
“Jeez Morty, get out of y- eeurrrp -our head for once and let loose, will ya?”
The boy’s eyes narrowed, “T-that depends, Rick, is this gonna, you know, melt
my face off?”
the elder barked a laugh, his mouth pulling up into a genuinely amused smile,
causing little crow’s feet to appear beside his eyes, “No,  Morty.  I took your
-- your whimpy little Morty tastebuds into account.”
Hesitant fingers wrapped around the stem of the glass, bringing it up to his
nose for a quick inhale. It didn’t smell overly harsh but that didn’t mean
much. Green eyes narrowed in suspicion and for the briefest second, Morty
almost didn’t believe him. It wasn’t uncommon for Rick to play on the teen’s
gullible nature but the expression on his face was open and appeared decently
honest. Morty shrugged, if he was lying then he could always spew his drink all
over Rick accidently on purpose. An amused smile captured the brunette’s lips
and, in a very nearly unconscious gesture, he lifted the glass to his lips and
took a long sip.
This was not like the purple stuff in the shot class.
The crystals around the rim were sweet against his tongue, tasting faintly of
pineapple and something citrusy but that was nothing compared to the liquid
itself. It was like heaven in a glass, coating his tongue in the red carpet of
fame and luxury. It was, somehow, simultaneously sweet and tart at the same
time. It tasted like honey, like liquid candy and grapefruit and cherry chap
stick kisses stolen in quiet corners. It tasted like laughter and sunshine,
like softly spoken praise and those rare hugs from Rick that always made his
heart beat fast, like every good moment that he’d ever experienced and Morty
had no idea how he knew what those things tasted like or how they managed to
make it into a drink but he didn’t care. It was delicious, probably one of the
most delicious things he’d ever had in his entire life and before the younger
man knew it, the glass was empty and Morty was running his tongue around the
rim of the with an unconscious moan.  
Rick snatched the empty glass from his fingers with a whoop of encouragement
before shoving Morty towards the dance floor with a murmur of something that
got swallowed up by the loud and intoxicating music pulsing through the club.
Earlier, the sight of the writhing alien bodies made him uneasy, anxious in
every sense of the word but as Morty squeezed in among them, he felt all of his
previous worries melt away. There was no room for unease in the middle of all
the beings surrounding him, there was no need to feel unsure and Morty didn’t
know if it was from the quickly ingested alcohol or something else, but
suddenly, he couldn’t care less about any of his previous hesitations. There
was only the beat, only the pulse of unearthly music surrounding him,
manipulating his body and allowing the self conscious teen to let go. So he
lost himself in the music, swinging his hips to the beat, feeling the
overwhelming sensation of various aliens brushing up against him, grasping his
hips,brushing his shoulders, groping his ass as they grinded up against him
before moving on. All else was lost as Morty enjoyed the touch of countless
unnamed hands caressing him, of hot bodies pressing up against him from all
angles, from the thrill of grasping the beings around him, sliding against
foreign figures and feeling sweat begin to drip down his back.
But, as the song ended and transitioned into something else, Morty found
himself glancing up from the sea of bodies surrounding him and like a magnet,
his gaze was drawn to Rick.
Even with a number of other humanoids in the room, Rick still stuck out among
the masses. Somehow, despite the heat, the older man was still in his lab coat
and he looked completely at ease, standing against the far wall, head dipped
and nodding to the beat. He looked utterly comfortable in his surroundings, not
seeming to pay attention to anyone or anything and before Morty knew what he
was doing, his legs were directing him from the crowd of aliens competing for
space on the dance floor.
There were no inhibitions about what he wanted, no suppression in the form of
thoughts reminding him of all the reasons why what he desired was wrong and
sick, no restraint, no restriction, absolutely nothing holding him back as
Morty stalked towards Rick and shoved him back, full force, against the brick
wall behind him.
Startled blue eyes flew open in an instant, his companion’s posture becoming
defensive, ready to lash out and attack before those same eyes narrowed in
anger, Rick’s mouth twisting into a scowl, “Jesus, Morty, what the fuck was
that abou--”
But before his grandfather could even finish his statement, Morty’s hands were
clasping the lapels of his coat, thrusting the genius back with all of his
might as Morty stretched up and slanted his mouth across Rick’s.  
It was shocking, the burst of pleasure he felt just from the small contact of
Rick’s mouth against his own. There were no fireworks, no stars exploding
behind his eyes, only a feeling of unmistakable rightness, a tidal wave of lust
that swallowed him whole like a black hole engulfing whatever managed to find
itself in the entity's path. The elder’s lips were chapped, still in their
startled surprise but the teen couldn’t care less. He swept his tongue across
the swell of Rick’s lower lip before becoming bold and slipping the slick
muscle in between the scientist’s lips, moaning shamelessly as he tasted the
aftermath of strong liquor, lime and something that was one-hundred percent
Rick.
But as soon as it began, Rick was shoving him away, a look of shocked alarm
plastered on his face and for the briefest moment he appeared almost at a loss
for words. Morty took pride in shocking the order man, especially since nothing
really seemed to surprise him these days, and the teen nearly smirked as he
watched Rick’s brain come back online. The moment was short lived, however,
because in the next instant the blue haired genius was spinning them around and
thrusting Morty back against that very same wall, a moan of desire ripping
itself free from the brunette’s throat as the elder manhandled him.
‘What the  fuck  do you think you’re doing, Morty? Huh? What the fuck was that
you cocky little shit?”
And Morty wanted to be embarrassed, wanted to blush and stammer and make up an
excuse and blame it on the alcohol but he didn’t do any of that. He grabbed his
grandfather’s hips, pulling him forward with a breathless gasp as their groins
met. It was in that instant that Morty knew something was wrong, he knew that
he shouldn’t be nearly as fearless as he was acting and as the teen started to
rut against Rick’s hipbone, he knew without a doubt that the incredible red
liquid he’d drank hadn’t been normal alcohol.
However, if that wasn’t enough of a clue, the words that started pouring out of
his mouth in the next second were enough to quell any further doubt he may have
had, “Fuck Rick, I-I want you to pound me, right here i-i-in this club, in
front of all these -- all these people Rick.”
Morty grasped the belt loops in Rick’s trousers and jerked the older man even
closer, grinding helplessly against the genius’ body, only clinging tighter as
Rick tried to pull away.
“Jesus Morty, you don’t -- you have no idea what you’re doing. I’m your
grandpa, Morty and I might be a -- a pretty sick fuck but this is a whole
different level of twisted, even for me.”
Morty groaned, quickly becoming frustrated that the old man’s near constantly
absent moral compass was choosing now of all times to make a sudden and
unexpected appearance. Rick opened his mouth to continue on but Morty beat him
to the punch, clinging to the elder like an octopus as he drove his hips up
against his companion’s groin, an aroused gasp crossing his lips as he felt
Rick’s unmistakable erection, “I-I don’t care if it’s weird, I want to feel
your fat cock thrusting into m-my ass, Rick,”
And the teen wanted to stop there, he really did, to shut up and let whatever
was going to happen, happen, but the mystery component in the alcohol
completely destroyed whatever filter he may have had, filling his conscious
with lust until the boy was almost drowning in it, “I cum crying out your name
in--into my pillow almost every night, Rick, sometimes more than once. Fuck, I-
I-I can’t stop watching you, every time you come up behind me I dream t-that
you’ll bend me over and fuck me.”
Morty looked up into Rick’s startled face with lust blown eyes, his face open
and exposed, eyes glittering with need and desperate desire as he scanned the
other man’s face, “Please, Rick, please, just this once. Please fuck me.
Whatever you want Rick, anything, j-just give it to me.”
Morty wasn’t sure if it was his blatant honesty or the begging or what but
suddenly Rick was swooping down and claiming his mouth in a brutal kiss. Blunt
human teeth nipped at his lips, demanding that they part and Morty doesn’t
hesitate for a single second before he’s opening his mouth and Rick’s tongue is
darting into the hot, wet cavern, batting against his own slick muscle. It’s
intoxicating, the feeling of having the older man’s absolute and undivided
attention focused solely on him and Morty thinks that his heart will hammer its
way out of his chest as those clever fingers that he loves so much sink into
his curls, fisting the brown strands tightly while Rick’s over hand curves
around his back, fingers splayed wide and possessive over the bottom of his
spine.
In a move that’s far too bold for Morty’s usual behavior, the teen is sliding
one of his hands up under Rick’s blue shirt, moaning against his mouth at the
feeling of bare skin before a moan of shock echoes in his throat as his
fingertips find the warmed metal of a single barbell going through the man’s
left nipple. A sense of surrealism settles across the teen’s conscious as he
realizes that, for the moment, he is finally allowed to touch. He can caress
all those thin wiry muscles, he’s free to moan Rick’s name to his heart’s
content and suck marks into his neck, free to explore and suddenly Morty can’t
get enough. There’s too much space between them, to many layers and the thin
brunette desperately longs to rip both of their clothes off and feel the
glorious sensation of skin against skin.
Rick finally pulls their mouths apart, leaving Morty panting for breath, his
lips kiss swollen and slick with saliva. There’s a hunger in the older man’s
eyes, an earth shattering lust and Morty realizes, for the first time, that
perhaps he was not so alone in his pining as he’d originally thought. He wanted
to ask, wanted to wonder aloud just how long Rick had desired him this way but
before Morty could open his mouth to voice the words, Rick’s hands were
grasping at the curve of his bottom and hauling him up, making the boy yelp in
surprise before instinctively wrapping his legs around the curve of the genius’
hips.
It was arousing beyond belief to be physically moved about as Rick dominated
him so completely, feeling the scientist’s lengthy fingers squeezing his ass,
gripping his hips to the point of near pain as Rick ground his arousal against
the matching one between Morty’s own legs, “I-is this what you want Morty? Me
rutting against you like -- like some kind of animal? You want me to fuck your
cute little ass? Stretch you -- stretch you wide with my cock? You think you
can take me, Morty?”
Heat flooded the younger man’s face, his own length impossibly hard within the
tight confines of his pants, a little cry pulling from his lips as Rick slammed
him back more fully against the wall, no longer supporting the majority of the
boy’s weight as he rutted against his grandson, “Answer me, Morty!”
The teen tossed his head back, barely registering the pain of his skull
connecting with the brick, “Yes! Yes, that’s what I want! I can take it, Rick,
I can be a good boy!”
One look at Rick caught the expansion of his pupils over that last part, his
fingers digging even more savagely into the brunette’s hips, making Morty keen
from the primal nature of it all before he was burying his face into the older
man’s neck, latching onto the side of his throat. The skin was warm there,
slightly salty with sweat and the faintest taste of soap and Morty couldn’t get
enough. He lavished the blue haired man’s neck with attention, dragging his hot
tongue over the rapid thrum of his pulse, raising his head just far enough to
nip at the under curve of Rick’s jaw before returning to the slight swell where
his carotid artery sat.
Morty draped both of his arms over Rick’s shoulders, burying one of his hands
into the vibrate blue strands, holding the older man still as he sucked roughly
on the side of his neck. Rick didn’t mind, if the low groans and the incessant
erection grinding against the vee in between his legs was anything to go on.
“Sirs?” A timid voice spoke, neither human paying any attention before the
voice got more firm, “Sirs!”
In the blink of an eye, with an action that reminded Morty of just who his
grandpa was and what he was capable of, Rick had his blaster out and pointed
right between the alien’s eyes, his own narrowed and ablaze with fury over
being interrupted, “What the fuck do you want?!”
The startled creature’s eyes went wide, a slight tremble present as he tried to
stand his ground, “Y-you can’t do that here. I-I’m going to have to ask you to
leave.”
Morty could tell Rick was debating whether or not to just kill the alien where
he stood, merely for halting their progress but the brunette didn’t want to
deal with that. If Rick killed him they’d be forced to flee and had the
potential to encounter angry law enforcement.
“Forget him, Rick, just c’mon. I need you to fuck me, I-I can’t wait.” The teen
panted in his ear, nipping the genius’ earlobe sensually as he rolled his hips
against Rick’s, trying to convey his need.
The elder growled, obviously still torn between his lust and his need to
establish dominance over any and all that tried to dictate his actions. It
seems, however, that lust finally won out because at a moment’s notice the
scientist was holstering his weapon and whipping out the portal gun, producing
an eerie green opening on the wall right behind them which Rick promptly
stepped through, still half carrying his grandson.
Rather than the many potential dimensions they could've landed in, Morty
discovered that Rick had just portaled them directly to the spaceship and he
couldn’t help but moan. He’d always fantasized about getting fucked in this
ship, right over the dash for anybody to see. Apparently Rick had similar ideas
because in the very next second, after a harshly barked command to the ship to
get them out into space, the older man was grabbing the teen by the back on the
neck and slamming his torso down across the dash, his pink cheeks very nearly
pressed against the glass.
“That was real -- real fuckin bold in there,  Morty. ” Rick snarled, grinding
his covered cock against Morty’s ass.
Helpless to do anything else, the youth shoved his hips back, whimpering
submissively at the feel of his companion’s thick length, “I-if that’s what it
takes to get y-y-you to fuck me then I don’t care!”
The bright lights of whatever world they were previously on quickly disappeared
and Morty glanced up to find them moving aimlessly through the darkness of
space. His observations were quickly put on the back burner as Rick jerked the
boy’s jeans down over his hips, pooling them wrapped around Morty’s ankles,
leaving the boy’s lower half completely bare. For a second the younger man was
afraid that his grandfather was going to punish him by fucking him dry, but
before he could voice his concerns, Rick was suddenly behind him, prying his
cheeks apart and burying his face into Morty’s ass.
A shrill cry echoed around the inside of the ship as the teen tried to find
something, anything, to grab onto but there was nothing. The dash was smooth
and the vents were hidden, leaving the boy to scrabble for purchase as Rick
batted the tip of his tongue against Morty’s tight pucker. Without thought, the
teen reached back and gripped his lover’s hair, pulling his face deeper into
the valley between his cheeks as the boy whined, thrusting his hips back
against the tip of Rick’s tongue.
It was the worst, and best, form of torture as Rick circled his opening with
the very tip of his hot tongue, batting against the tight center before
stroking over the ring of muscle with flat, broad strokes.
“Riiiick,” The teen whined, reaching down to take his cock in hand, aching to
relieve some of the pressure but Rick wasn't having any of that. He ensnared
Morty’s wrist before he could make contact and wrenched the boy’s arm behind
his back.
“Oh no you don’t M- eeuurp -orty. You’re mine to -- to pleasure tonight. I’ll
decide what you do or don’t get. Understand?”
Morty nodded with a whimper but apparently that wasn’t enough for Rick because
the teen was suddenly yelping in pained pleasure as the older man gave his ass
a sharp swat, “I said,  do you understand, Morty ?”
“Y-yeah Rick, I understand.” The boy bit his lip and spread his legs as far as
the jeans around his ankles would allow before deciding that wasn’t far enough,
and clumsily stepping out of the restrictive material, “Fuck, Rick, do that
again.”
Morty didn’t have eyes in the back of his head, but he was nearly positive that
Rick had a smirk on his face when he buried his face back into the teen’s ass,
licking his hole in a frenzy, letting saliva drip from his open mouth to slick
Morty’s clenching hole. It was too much, not only the fact that Rick was
tonguing him open, lapping at his little hole but the idea behind it as well.
That tongue that would spew genius or insults at the drop of a dime, the tongue
that could rip others to shreds with their careless words was opening him up,
pleasuring him. With that thought, shameless pants, whimpers, mewls and broken
gasps of Rick’s name flowed flowed freely from the boy’s parted lips, his chest
heaving with a desperate need for more. More of everything, more of Rick’s
tongue, more attention, more stiumlation, more oxygen, but that too was pulled
from him in a startled cry as Rick clapped him sharply on the ass with an open
palm.
It wasn’t gentle and Morty could feel the tingling sting spreading across his
left cheek but combined with the elder’s tongue prodding against the very
center of his hole, demanding entrance, Morty was lost in the sensations of it.
Rick wasn’t satisfied with just the one though, because in the next instant he
was raining down blows of varying strength against Morty’s poor ass as the
elder forced his tongue past the tight ring, wiggling it inside of the boy in
the yellow shirt before thrusting the slick muscle in and out of Morty’s
entrance. Sharp prickles of pain stabbed at the brunette’s nerves, driving his
pleasure to levels that he didn’t even know existed and with every stroke of
Rick’s tongue, every single slap of his palm, Morty could feel himself getting
harder, could feel the precum dripping from the tip of his cock and he wanted
to sob under the dual sensations.
Just when Morty thought he wouldn’t be able to stand it for another second,
Rick was pulling away, turning his head to nip sharply at the bright red swell
of Morty’s left ass cheek, “You spread your legs just a little wider every
single time I hit you, Morty.” The older man sucked one of his fingers into his
mouth, coating it liberally with saliva before pressing the tip of his finger
to the boy’s relaxed hole and sliding the digit fully inside, listening to the
teen’s groan of bliss, “Tell me what you need, baby. Don’t be shy.”
Morty could tell that whatever was in the alcohol that destroyed his mind to
mouth filter had long since worn off, but he couldn’t care less because Rick
was here, bending him over the dash in the ship, getting ready to fuck him like
he’d always dreamed about and any sense of pride or hesitance to speak was
immediately demolished with that realization, “More, Rick, I-I need you to open
me up a-and pound me til I can’t walk o-o-or think or function at all. Please
Rick, please let me have you cock!”
The man behind him groaned, plunging his finger even deeper into the boy’s
body, listening with mute satisfaction as the teen keened for him. It was
slightly uncomfortable, the tight fit and the burn as Rick slid a second finger
in alongside the first without adding any additional saliva but Morty loved it.
He loved the idea that he would feel it later, that when he walked or sat down
he would be reminded of his moment, of Rick’s fingers started to scissor him,
pumping in and out of while the genius told him how good he was.
Morty hissed as he felt the unmistakable prod of a third finger, his legs
trembling to keep him up as Rick forced it inside. The teen knew that he had a
bit of a masochistic streak, not enough to promise problems in the future but
enough to where he knew that he would be one of the types to prefer it rough.
Morty wasn’t sure if his grandfather had somehow picked up in that fact during
the span of their adventures  or if the older man was a bit of a sadist. If the
brunette had to guess, he would say a bit of both but his thoughts were quickly
interrupted as the elder found his prostate, brushing it purposefully in an
attempt to lessen some of the discomfort until Morty could adjust. The pleasure
what white hot, zinging his nerves with sensation with every brush, making him
feel as though he was right about to cum and Morty knew he couldn’t last if
Rick kept it up.
“I’m ready, Rick! I can take it, just please! I need you inside of me now!”
If the blue haired scientist was surprised by Morty’s rare lack of stuttering
he didn’t mention it, instead he pulled his fingers out with a swiftness that
made the younger man flinch, suddenly feeling more than a little empty.
However, before he could really mourn the loss, Rick was flipping Morty around
to face him, shrugging out of the labcoat before Morty stopped him with a
gentle touch, “L-leave the coat, Rick.”
An amused smirk pulled at the corner of the genius’ lips and Morty couldn’t
help the blush that scalded his cheeks as he watched Rick tug his shirt over
his head with undisguised hunger. It wasn’t often that Morty bared witness to
Rick without any clothes on. Aside from the incident where Rick destroyed all
of his clones from Operation Phoenix, the boy had never seen him naked, and
certainly not at a time where he was aloud to oogle to his heart’s content.
Rick was thin, just as the teen knew he would be with slightly exposed ribs and
bony shoulders. His body was wiry with age, his muscles more compact and lean
than anything else but there wasn’t any way that he could be perceived as weak
or frail. A scatter of grayed hair peppered his chest, drawing the teen’s
attention back to the fact that Rick did, indeed, have a silver nipple
piercing. Two of them in fact, which only made the youth’s blood run hotter.
That same pepper of hair on his chest circled Rick’s belly button, leading a
trail down past the waistband of his trousers and Morty could feel his mouth
start to water at the thought of following that path with his lips and tongue.
That smirk grew as the elder caught sight of the dazed and lustful expression
of his grandson’s face as his body was revealed but before Morty could make any
kind of snarky comment about it, Rick was shrugging the labcoat back up over
his arms and shoving his trousers down, making Morty’s mouth go dry.
He was huge. For a man as arrogant and sexually driven as Rick, Morty wasn’t
really surprised. He’d caught a glimpse of what the man had to offer on the one
occasion that he’d seen him naked but that was nothing in comparison to seeing
him fully hard, aroused and horny because of Morty. Just by looking, the teen
had to guess that his cock was nine inches at least, just smaller around than
the boy’s wrist and slightly curved near the tip. The head was glistening with
precum, red and flushed with desire and Morty began to wonder just how Rick’s
monster cock was supposed to fit inside of him.
Rick plopped down into the driver’s seat and before Morty could wonder about
the schematics of the situation for too long, the older man’s dexterous fingers
were grasping the teen’s hips in a tight hold and dragging Morty down with him
into his lap.
With the teen’s ass seating against the edge of Rick’s legs, the genius took a
moment to rummage around one of the pockets in his labcoat, pulling out a
packet of high grade lube and ripping the corner off with his teeth. Rick spat
the plastic wrapping off to the side and drizzled the slick liquid down over
the tip of his shaft with a full body shiver before turning his attention back
to his grandson, “You’re going to ride my cock, Morty. You’re going to -- to
show me what a-a little slut you are by fucking yourself on my cock.”
Despite being near out of his mind with lust by now, right near the edge of
cumming, Morty couldn’t help but to take a moment and feel the swell of
affection within his heart at the knowledge that Rick didn’t want to hurt him,
that the man had taken the time to grab lube to make the process easier. With
his preference for roughness, Morty wasn’t completely against the idea of
attempting to try going dry, or with minimal lube or saliva but considering
that it was Morty’s first time, he was infinitely more grateful for the
addition of lube.
“T-thanks, Rick.” He murmured with a soft smile just for his lover and a small
blush.
Rick rolled his eyes with exasperated fondness, “Yeah, yeah, Morty. I just
didn’t think you could handle it with -- without some lube. Because you’re a
pussy. Now come on.”
Regardless of what was said, Morty knew without a doubt that the older man
cared but he listened anyway, scooting forward and finding a balance by
grabbing on to both of Rick’s shoulders, slotting his knees on either side of
the elder’s hips as Rick held his cock straight up for Morty to sit on. Unable
to resist the temptation, the teen rocked against his companion’s length,
mewling as he slid the length of Rick’s shaft between his cheeks, rubbing it
against his loosened hole, a smirk of triumph curling his lips as he heard
Rick’s breath catch.
Before long he was too overwhelmed to tease and he knew that Rick was too.
Morty grasped his grandpa’s shoulders, digging his little nails into the skin
there as he sat back, pressing the very tip of Rick’s cock against his rim.
“That’s a -- a good boy, Morty. Nice and slow.”
But Morty didn’t want to go slow, he wanted to feel it, wanted the burn of
being stretched and opened, wanted to feel every inch of Rick’s cock sliding
inside for days to come, and with that in mind, he rose up the slightest bit
and dropped all of his weight down into Rick’s lap, forcing the older man’s
cock all the way to the hilt inside of him with a sharp cry of agonized bliss.
Rick’s fingers dug into his hips, turning the skin white and Morty knew without
a doubt that it would leave bruises but he couldn’t care less because the man
he loved was inside of him.
“Fucking hell, Morty! Don’t you know how to -- hot to fucking listen?” Rick
clenched his jaw, the muscles in his abdomen tight, “I said go slow you little
shit.”
Morty smirked, squirming a bit in Rick’s lap as he adjusted to the feeling of
havig something so large and foreign inside of him, “I-I-I heard you, Rick. I
just didn’t want to go slow.”
The elder’s eyes narrowed but before he could complain or scold the boy for his
cheek, Morty was using Rick’s shoulders as leverage, sliding up the length of
his shaft before dropping back down. It was exquisite, hot and solid inside of
him and Morty was helpless to stop the needy moans that started pouring out of
his mouth. Rick cock was just thick enough that it put just the slightest
pressure against his prostate without overwhelming him to terribly bad. It made
the transition from discomfort to pleasure all that much easier and suddenly
Morty needed more.
Clumsy with inexperience, Morty moved with the fluidity of a beginner, his
strokes slightly choppy, his legs quickly beginning to cramp but none of that
really mattered because Rick had his head thrown back, his lips parted as he
breathed heavily and his fingers were still clenching Morty’s hips in a death
hold, aiding him in the distribution of his weight.
“F-fuck babe, just like that, roll your hips a little.” Rick conveyed his
desire by guiding the teen’s body with his hands, showing him how to rock
slowly and get the most out of the rhythm he’d chosen.
It wasn’t long before Morty got the hang of it, gaining speed, tilting his
pelvis down as he slid down the length of Rick’s shaft, taking the time to add
a little grind every few strokes, making the man below him release breathy
groans. When the cramps became too much, Morty would pause for the moment,
sliding Rick’s shaft all the way inside of him and moving his hips in small,
slow circles, keening as he felt the column of the elder’s member circling his
walls, putting more pressure on his prostate.
But just when Morty thought he wouldn’t be able to continue, his muscles sore
and protesting any further movement, Rick was tightening his grip on the boy’s
hips and driving up into his body, making the brunette yowl with pleasure. From
the angle of Rick’s strokes and the power behind his thrusts, the elder’s cock
was hitting the boy’s spot much more directly, turning his lazy, building
arousal back on fire, making him desperate for more. For harder and faster, for
a punishing pace.
“O-ooh! Yeah, Rick, fuck like that, fuck me like that!”
The teen buried his face in Rick’s neck, finding the reddened spot from where
he’d sucked the genius’ throat earlier and attacking it with vigor, sucking and
biting at the skin there. Happy with the change, Rick pistoned up into the boy,
driving his cock into the willing body above him over and over, using his grip
of Morty’s hips to help shove him down, forcing his cock even deeper into the
tight heat wrapped around his cock.
Morty’s shaky arms clung to his lover, one of his hands sliding under the
labcoat to grip at Rick’s back, dragging his nails along the tense muscles
there leaving deep grooving scratches while the other slid into the vibrant
blue strands of the elder’s hair, fisting a handful of it tightly. If Rick was
bothered by the pain of either action, he didn’t complain, he merely pumped his
length in and out of the stretched out hole above him, listening to the
symphony of Morty’s cried out pleas for more.
All too soon, Morty could feel his climax coming. It wasn't like the ones he'd
experienced on his own where maybe his toes would curl or he would accidently
gasp out loud. Morty knew this one would be different, knew that he would cum
harder than he'd even came in his life but Rick seemed to sense his nervousness
because a moment later one of the elder's hands released his hip and ran
soothingly up his spine and the other was reaching to wrap around his cock,
callused fingers sliding quickly up and down the teen’s dripping cock.
“T-that’s it, Morty, cum for me baby, cum for, Daddy.”
Morty's eyes went wide, his lips parting in a cry only no sound came out, his
throat clenching at the overwhelming nature of it all before the boy's orgasm
slammed into him full force. Morty threw his head back, his eyes squeezed shut
as he screamed in bliss, spurt after spurt of hot cum erupting from the tip of
his cock, coating Rick's fingers and making a mess of both their bellies as the
boy pumped his hips up into his lover’s palm, practically sobbing with the
strength of his pleasure as it just seemed to go on and on.
He immediately slumped against his grandpa's body, panting and whimpering the
older man's name as Rick pounded his cock in and out of the boy's fluttering
hole, avoiding his overly sensitive prostate as much as he could as he chased
after his own orgasm, losing all form of rhythm or finess.
It didn't take long, less than twelve strokes if the teen had to guess before
Rick released a low and desperate growl, driving his hips up sharply before
thrusting his cock as deeply as possible into the sated boy above, completely
emptying his load with an unmistakable shiver.
The windows of the ship were foggy, both parties breathing roughly and even
after just a few moments, Morty could feel Rick’s cock begin to soften. That in
itself was unfortunate in a way, because he was oddly comfortable. Rick’s arms
were wrapped around him, holding him close and with his neck right against the
teen’s ear, Morty could hear the slowing thunder of his heartbeat. It was nice,
being this close to the person he cared about most without being injured or
having Rick mock him in any way. However, the feeling was becoming slightly
uncomfortable so, with a frown, Morty raised himself up, his thighs protesting
after the workout from earlier and Rick’s cock slid free with a lewd pop.
To the teen’s surprise though, when he tried to slide off, Rick’s arm tightened
around his waist and pulled the teen back to his chest, “A-and just where do
you -- do you think you’re going,  Morty? ”
The brunette’s blush returned, his heart picking up speed and without the aid
of whatever was laced in his drink or the raging lust flowing through his
veins, Morty found himself afraid, afraid to open up and be honest for fear of
Rick saying something that would crush him, or worse, mocking him outright for
his thoughts and emotions.
“I-I-I just didn’t, you know, know if you were a cuddler Rick..”
Even to his own ears it sounded weak, and Morty knew Rick felt the same when
the blue haired scientist didn’t say anything in response, merely raising a
single brow and waiting for the truth.
Morty looked down, unable to meet his lover’s eyes, devastatingly afraid of the
rejection that was more than likely to happen, “C’mon Rick.. don’t make me say
it. I-I-I know how you are with lovers and stuff, you know. I’ve waited in the
-- in the car while you did your thing and then came out, ready for us to go on
adventures and s-stuff.” Morty could feel the pain in his heart, the dull throb
of reminder that he was now just like the rest of those alien’s that Rick slept
with and then tried to get as far away as possible from, “I-I just thought..
you know..”
In a soft gesture that was painstakingly out of character, Rick tilted the
boy’s head up until Morty was meeting his gaze, “Listen Morty, and listen good
because I don’t -- I don’t like to get fluffy and gross if I can avoid it.”
Rick’s eyes softened, “You’re -- you’re not like them, Mort. You aren’t some -
- some quick fuck in an alley, Morty. You’re a hell of a lot more than that. I
care about you, do you understand?”
An affectionate smile crossed the teen’s face, because he knew that Rick meant
it. There were, of course, times when Rick was forced to lie to him for his own
safety but this wasn’t one of those times. Rick didn’t lie about emotional
matters, especially if they were positive emotions.
There was something though, something Morty needed to say and he wasn’t sure
how Rick would take it. The teen’s face fell a bit at the idea but he knew that
if he was ever going to get it out, now would be the time, “I love you, Rick.
I’m  in love  with you.”
Morty was proud of himself for managing not to stutter, mentally patting
himself on the back and hoping that Rick couldn’t hear just how loud his heart
was hammering inside his chest. There was a moment of silence between them, a
calmness that stunned the teen as he looked up into the somewhat blank face of
his grandfather before, to the boy’s immense joy, Rick’s face split into a wide
and utterly genuine smile.
“I love you too, you adorable little shit.”
Rick ruffled his curls, and offered him a wickedly suggestive grin, “Now,
whaddya say we -- we man up about our feelings and go scandalize the people
having fun at Blips and Chitz?”
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