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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Rick_and_Morty, Pocket_Mortys
  Relationship:
      Guard_Morty/Guard_Morty, Morty_Smith/Morty_Smith
  Character:
      Guard_Morty, Trainer_Rick, Morty_Smith
  Additional Tags:
      idk_-_Freeform, mortycest_-_Freeform, Technically_incest???, Frottage,
      Grinding, Blowjobs
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-08-14 Words: 1220
****** fuck you fuck me.doc ******
by mortysmithh
Summary
     Guard Mortycest with one chill Morto and one very uptight Morto
     I uploaded this on Tumblr like a long time ago and I just realized I
     didn't have it up on my AO3 so here ya go
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
When Rick first catches this new Guard Morty, he’s instantly on his guard,
scowling slightly and even daring to glare slightly at the wild Guard that’d
let himself so easily be captured. He’s about to go up and confront him,
especially after the new one gives him an absolutely  filthy  bedroom gaze, but
Rick just pats his shoulder, laughing and muttering something like ‘this one
should be loads of fun during breaks!’
The first time they’re alone, Guard’s bristling, making himself a sandwich as
quickly as humanly possible, while Stoner (as they’ve so disgustingly named
him, due to his incredibly chilled-out demeanor) watches him from the kitchen
counter, seated on it and swinging his legs, gun clacking against the marble
every time his right leg goes down. When he speaks, Guard nearly drops the
plate he’s holding.
“Jesus christ dude, just- just calm down! I don’t bite,” he says with a giggle,
winking and adding on, “Unless you ask me to.”
Guard sets down the plate with a heavy, exasperated sigh, nearly breaking it in
the process as he stomps over and jabs Stoner in the chest. “And just  why  do
you insist upon- u-upon using such  vulgar  terms and language, especially
around and towards  me ?” If glares could kill, Stoner would be a pile of ashes
on the counter.
“Vulgar? Jeez, you really don’t- you don’t know the meaning of that word at
all, if you think what I say is ‘vulgar’,” he says with a soft chuckle that
Guard hates to admit is attractive, despite the fact that they’re both nearly
identical. “‘Sides, what’re you playin’ at?” When Guard just gives him a
confused (and albeit still furious) look, he laughs and pinches the other
Morty’s cheek gently. “You never stutter! You insist- you can’t stand not
sounding ‘professional’ o-or whatever, so what’s up? You  flustered , Mort?”
He bristles again, opening his mouth to say something, likely about how awful
Stoner is for even acting as he does, and he does get an impressive start out.
“Y-Y-You- how  dare  you! I-I- I only stut- stutter, because  you  are an
insufferable, too laid-back,  pathetic  excuse of a Guard Mor- MMPH!”
There’s a muffled thump as Stoner practically pounces onto him, their lips
locked and Guard’s eyes wide open in shock and slight arousal at the fact that
he’s pinned underneath the other. It lasts for maybe three seconds before Guard
pulls away with a loud ‘pop!’ and a horrified gasp, his cheeks bright red and a
bit of drool slipping out of the corner of his mouth. Who’s spit it is, he
can’t tell, and it’s more than enough to break through the shell of
professionalism he’s grown so good at keeping up, even under high-pressure
situations.
But this isn’t exactly a situation where he has a gun held to his skull, this
is a situation where he has a fellow Guard Morty on top of him, this is a
situation where the Guard Morty in question is grinding against him,  hard ,
and the fact that he can feel a rock-hard lump where he’s quite sure Stoner’s
dick is is driving him more wild than he’d ever care to admit.
“Helloooo? I said, tell me to stop if you don’t wanna do this,” Stoner says
with another one of those too-sexy laughs, his hair a mess and spit shining on
his lower lip, the owner of that spit unknown as well. “Want me to suck you
off? I-I can feel your dick, y’know,” he breathes out, moving down slightly to
start nipping and leaving marks and hickies that sting with an almost forbidden
kind of pleasure.
A crackly, breathless moan leaves him before he can stop it, his hips bucking
upwards, and before he can really stop himself, he nods, whimpering out a
garbled plea of, “P-Please, god...please, I-I- I want it, s-so- so bad, so
long-!” He freezes up at his little slip-up, shame and embarrassment
momentarily taking over the growing arousal heating up his lower stomach,
turning ice cold for two seconds before the heat takes over twice as strong as
Stoner sucks at a sensitive spot in the hollow of his neck.
“‘So long’, huh?” He grins, licks a stripe up the column of Guard’s neck, then
moves further down, unbuttoning his uniform just enough that he can reach the
other’s lower torso and crotch. Breathing out against Guard’s semi, he grins
almost predatorily, and for a split second, Guard wonders whether or not Stoner
really is always high, or if he’s more aware than he lets on.
Then there’s a hot, slick mouth wrapped around his dick, and suddenly he’s
raging hard and bucking his hips hard enough that Stoner groans and swallows
down the full length.
“O-Oh my- oh my  god , holy- f-fuck- shit, f-fu- fuck,  Morty , oh my god, d-
don’t-” He nearly can’t deal with so much pleasure at once; a strong ring of
muscles constantly contracting around his dick as Stoner swallows repeatedly,
and it’s so  wet , and he’s terrified that he’s going to cum right away,
because if he’s completely honest with himself, he’d never really seen the
sense in masturbating. He’s not nearly used to just touching himself with a
hand, let alone getting sucked off by an apparent master at it.
Stoner pulls off for just long enough to groan out, “J-Just- just, lay back, a-
and enjoy the ride, babe,” before going back down, bobbing his head and taking
in nearly the entire length with each downstroke.
He lasts embarrassingly little, only five or so minutes before he can’t
possibly take it anymore, and he pulls at Stoner’s hair, unsure if he wants for
the other to pull off or do that  amazing  thing where he takes in Guard’s
entire dick.
He doesn’t have to make a decision, it seems, because the next moment, Stoner’s
taken his entire dick down his throat once more, slightly teary eyes wide open
and locked onto Guard’s.
Sure, the pleasure was white-hot and slick and wonderful, but the fire blazing
in Stoner’s eyes is what really makes him cum.
With a strangled moan that’s much higher (and more embarrassing) than either
had anticipated, he’s cumming down Stoner’s throat, hips bucking twice, hard,
before he goes completely lax, panting hard and whining softly from the
intensity of his orgasm.
Stoner swallows everything, not a single drop of Guard’s cum left as he pulls
off with swollen and spit-slicked lips, even being so kind as to lick Guard’s
hypersensitive dick relatively clean of spit. It makes Guard jerk and gasp, his
voice absolutely wrecked from moaning so loudly, and for such an unfamiliar
reason, but it’s nothing compared to how gravelly Stoner’s has gotten.
He crawls back up onto the other Guard Morty’s body, smiling lazily down at him
and pressing his hardon into Guard’s hip. “Mmh...so, babes, j-just- jus’ tell
me when you’re ready for round 2, aight?”
Guard just looks at him incredulously, positive that he’ll never be able to get
off with his hand alone again and that he’s spent for the next few years, but
the  look  that Stoner’s giving him…
He lets out a laugh and nods, leaning up to kiss Stoner gently, almost a peck
but not quite a kiss. “A-Alright, you got yourself a deal, ‘b-babe’.”
End Notes
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