Leaving the pink sands of the efflesia's planet behind them, Rick and Morty stepped through the portal and into the garage.
Rick strode quickly over to his work area. He pressed a button and Morty recognized the sound of the security system being armed and several electronic deadbolts locking. All the better. Neither one of them had bothered to get dressed. Rick wore only his filthy slacks and Morty, nothing but a t-shirt.
Rick pressed another button and a working walk in shower descended slowly from the garage ceiling. Then he walked over to the clothes dryer in the corner and rifled through its contents. He tossed Morty a fresh shirt, jeans and a towel.
"You- you go ahead and shower first Morty," Rick offered before turning his back and busying himself with some experiment at his workstation.
"Sure thing, Rick," Morty replied.
Morty set the clothes on the floor and hung the towel on a bar in the shower door. He turned on the shower and tested the water with his hand. Once he was satisfied with the temperature, he stepped inside. Morty moaned loudly as the warm stream washed over him.
Rick stiffened at the sound. His neck and face felt hot. He fumbled around for his iPod and quickly placed the earbuds in his ears. He placed the music on shuffle and went back to his experiment.
Twenty minutes later Rick had made no progress in his work. It didn't really matter. It had served its purpose as a distraction anyway. Rick removed his earbuds and was surprised to be greeted by the sound of running water.
"Alright, Morty, it's time to get the fuck out ya little shower hog."
Rick turned around to yell at his grandson and flushed beet red.
Morty's cheek was smooshed against the clear shower door. His eyes were closed and his lips parted. The expression on his face was one of intense pleasure. Rick could see Morty's arm working furiously but the target of his efforts was concealed by the fluffy blue towel hanging on the outside of the door.
Rick yanked the shower door open so abruptly that Morty almost fell. Rick grabbed his arm to steady him, trying to look anywhere but at his grandson's extremely erect penis. He pushed the towel into Morty's hands then leaned over him into the shower to turn the water off.
Morty looked extremely embarrassed.
"I-I'm sorry, Rick," he said staring at his bare feet. "The water felt so good and when I started cleaning myself... I guess there's still some efflesia poison in my system."
"It's okay, Morty, get dressed," Rick said, not quite looking him in the eye.
He disappeared to the other side of the garage without another word. Morty heard the sound of a portal being opened.
Morty dressed in silenced. He winced as he tugged the jeans over his still mostly hard penis. Once he was fully clothed, Rick reappeared, now fully dressed as well and holding an overnight bag. He handed Morty a spare pare of white sneakers and socks.
"Thanks," Morty mumbled before sitting down on the garage floor to put them on.
"We're leaving for a bit. I told your mother you had space flu and needed to be quarantined," Rick said as he reached a hand out and pulled Morty back to his feet. Morty nodded but didn't say anything else.
Rick walk over to his workspace and pressed the buttons again. The shower ascended and the security system disarmed. He opened a portal and walked through it, with Morty close behind.