Rick stood in the doorway, swaying side to side. He was so fucking drunk. So drunk in fact that he wasn't thinking- or at least he wasn't thinking rationally. He sure was thinking all right- about his grandson. He couldn't help it, all the time he spent alone with the boy had given him these FEELINGS. He had dismissed them as just grandfatherly love at first, but then he started having these dreams. Dreams of kissing his soft lips, pulling off that yellow shirt and jeans and fucking him into the mattress.
He was sure that there was a special place in hell reserved for him. And for that he was disgusted with himself. He was a phedophile. A perverted, sick, incestuous phedophile. Morty was his grandson for fucks sake! He was fourteen fucking years old! This was fucked up in every way and Rick hated himself for it. He was the most disgusting piece of shit in any dimension he'd ever visited. He'd kept it a secret, drowning his feelings in alcohol, hurling insults he didn't mean or feel towards the boy in an attempt to mask his attraction to him.
He was usually so careful about concealing his feelings for the boy, but now all that caution was thrown to the wind, drowned out by the bottle of liquor he had consumed and the lust he felt for his grandson. And he wanted Morty bad right now. Wanted to kiss him, and tease him, and FUCK him. Wanted to feel the boy's body underneath his own as he thrust in and out.
He shoved the bedroom door open, shutting it behind him. After a few moments of consideration he silently locked it. Rick would never hurt the boy, he just didn't want to have Morty running to his parents when he woke up. What Rick couldn't see however, was how confessing your love to your grandson and attempting to have sex with him would ever hurt him. Walking over to the bed he stared down at his sleeping grandson, drunkenly mumbling to himself under his breath. Collapsing down on the bed next to his sleeping form, he bent over until he could see every last detail on his grandson's sleeping face. He soaked in every last thing he could see through his cloudy vision.
The shift in weight caused Morty to wake up with a groan. He opened his eyes, and sleepily looked up at Rick, who was mere inches from his face. This is the sort of thing that used to scare him. He used to wake up in a panic every time this used to happen, especially after that time Rick threatened him with a knife. But overtime he became a light sleeper and this became the norm.
"R-Rick? What are you doing?" he asked in a groggy, confused voice. Whenever Rick barged into his room at night, it was always to drag him off on some adventure or another. This had never happened before though. Pushing his grandfather off of him so he could sit up, Morty leaned on his hands, looking up at him. As he watched Rick swaying side to side, he could clearly smell the liquor from where he was.
"M-MOOORTY" Rick slurred out as he moved closer to the half awake teen. Morty sighed, his grandfather always got weirdly affectionate when he got drunk. "W-what do you want Rick?"
Rick leaned in closer to him. Morty couldn't see his expression in the darkness, but he could guess that his eyes were dialated and unfocused from the alcohol. "R-Rick you're drunk," Morty sighed, "go to bed, okay?"
"You're a good kid M-bbbuuurrpp-Morty," Rick started. Morty, now fully sitting up buried his face in his hands and groaned, it wasn't the first time he'd heard this before. But this time Rick was scooting closer to him. Now his hand was on his arm, moving up and down. As his sleep addled brain struggled to keep up with what was going on, he didn't see Rick as he slowly lowered himself down until he was nose to nose with him. Realizing what was happening a moment too late, he felt Rick's dry, cracked lips pressing onto his.
Rick couldn't believe what he was feeling right now. He had dreamed about this for such a long time, and now it was finally happening. Kissing him hard, he forced his tongue into the boy's mouth, choking him. His hands grabbing at anything he could reach on the boy. It wasn't until he had found the waistband of his boxers, that Morty snapped back into his senses and panicked, trying to push his grandfather off of him. Overwhelmed by the amazing taste that could only be described as Morty, it hadn't occurred to him that his grandson wasn't kissing back. Still reeling from the kiss he had just received, Morty pushed his grandfather off of him and he hurriedly stood up from the bed. "W-what the hell R-Rick?!", he yelled, "Y-You're d-drunk! G-get out of my r-room!" Rick felt a rush of fear and adrenaline momentarily overtake the alcohol clouding his brain. In those few short seconds he realized what he had just done and started to panic. Unfortunately for them both, he had had way too fucking much to drink that night, and threw up all over the bed, before passing out.
With his grandfather now unconscious on his bed, Morty sighed and ran his hand over his face. This had never happened before. Sure Rick had gotten black out drunk several times in the past, but he had never kissed him before. Is it bad if he didn't want it to end? Replaying the kiss in his mind he couldn't help but linger on the details. The way Rick's tongue felt as it dominated his, the way his hands roughly grabbed at the hem of his underwear. He was so dominant in that kiss, the alcohol inhibiting all control he had over his urges. He was almost primal with his wants. With a small moan, he reached towards his boxers, feeling his half hard erection through the thin fabric.
He knew that he should have been afraid, knew that he should go tell his parents about what the old man had done to him, but he had to admit that part of him was enjoying the kiss. He knew that his grandfather probably wouldn't remember this in the morning, he hardly ever did. Sighing, Morty made his way to the bathroom to get everything he needed to clean the vomit off of the floor. Once cleaned, he looked at his snoring grandfather asleep on the bed. Pulling all the vomit saturated clothes off Rick's body, he threw them into the corner of the room nearest to the door. He had to admit that the man was attractive. He may have been on the older side, but all of their adventures had kept him muscular. The scars that covered his skin most would call ugly, but to him they made him look mysterious and sexy.
Hesitantly, Morty let his hand wander down his grandfather's chest, creeping closer and closer to the area he wasn't supposed to touch. Wrapping his fingers gently around the man's soft member, he stopped and looked up at his sleeping form, waiting to see if he'd wake up. After what seemed like forever he was met with a loud snore coming from him. Relaxing a bit more he started moving his hand back and forth, feeling the man's member harden under his touch. Smirking, he lowered himself down until his mouth was level with Rick's penis. Taking a deep breath in, he closed the gap and began to suck. He had never done this before, but he wanted to try, he thought to himself as he almost choked trying to make his grandfather feel good. Moving his mouth up and down, he gagged when he suddenly felt hands grip his hair, pulling him down towards the base.
Woken up by Morty's attentions, Rick made a primal growl as he forcefully fucked his grandson's face. Feeling the boy panic as his breathing was cut off, Rick started moving even faster, slamming himself in and out of the boy's mouth. Feeling his orgasm about to overtake him he pulled out of his grandson's mouth, ejaculating all over the teen's face as he gasped for breath. "Tha-buuurrrppp-that's a good boy M-Morty", Rick said as he slowly fell back to sleep, "t-that's grandpa's g-bbbbuurrrpp-good little slut".
Morty, after finally regaining his composure looked down at his grandfather now asleep underneath his body. Laying his head down against his grandfathers chest, he felt tears he didn't expect slowly leak their way down his face, until he broke into sobs. Rick was always so cruel to him, threatening him, belittling him. Making him feel unwanted and replaceable. Morty couldn't help but let his anger overtake him. Rick wouldn't remember the specifics of tonight when he woke up in the morning, meaning that he could easily manipulate what had happened. He could use this. If his grandfather wanted to make him feel bad, then he'd take the chance to return the favor. He had his grandfather's life in his hands right now and he knew it. If his parents ever found out about what had happened tonight, they'd report him to the police. Rick would go to prison for the rest of his life. Formulating his plan in his mind, Morty slowly drifted off to sleep, already looking forward to the day he had planned for tomorrow.
Hey guys I hope you enjoyed chapter 1! There's going to be a lot of smut in this story, especially in the next few chapters! As always please follow, favorite, review and enjoy ;)