It was wrong he knew that. Up till now he had endured the rumors,the teasing the humiliation,he finally had something to make it at least bearable. So wrong really didn't matter. Knowing he was as miserable as he was in his own life brought a sense of almost twisted comfort. It made them kindred in warped sort of way.

What they found in each other was more then love or lust, it was comfort. A place even if only for a moment to truly find something that resembles happiness. Those fleeting moments when they could strip away barriers only the other could, clothing and guards would drop and they found peace.

It was wrong. Jerry's wife would take everything when she found out. Rick C137 would report him to the council and they would finally have an excuse to end his miserable life. Interfereing in a ricks home dimension was punishable by death. It wouldn't matter, life with out his Jerry would be unbearable. "I love you" he whispered. Jerry shifted in his sleep and murmured something Rick didn't catch. Only a couple more hours and he would have to wake him up and he would have to return home. Until then he decided just to watch him sleep.

End.