Morty was startled awake by a familiar gruff voice. "C-come on MooOHrty. Time for an adventure." Eyes still puffed with slumber he mumbled "Ah geeze Rick it's 4am-HEY!" before he was yanked out of his sheets and dragged out the door in his tighty whiteys.

"W-what gives!?" he yelped.

"There's a planet under war over some primal bullshit and because of that I can get shit REAL cheap Morty."

"Why did I get dragged into this?!" Morty whined from the back seat. The capsule gleamed with the reflection of other solar systems as Morty stared out at them with anxiety. "*BELCH* On this planet it's custom to have a slave, so I brought you so I wouldn't turn heads i-in their - in their super market, ya know?"

"What the fuck, Rick?! Nuh uh! Nope."

"Yeah I'm your grandfather so your yapmouth aint got SHIT, Morty. You're gonna do it. Heh." He smirked with victory before downing his flask.

They stepped out onto the paved walkways of a mall utopia. Pedestrians of all walks and species commuted through the streets of the enormous shopping center. "H-hey I don't see anyone with a slave, Rick!"

"I was just dickin' with you Morty. Geeze you must think I'm a- I'm a pervert or something to believe THAT shit." Morty blushed, looking away in embarassment. He quickly glanced at his grandfather as he took a swig of his whiskey. He was so tall and scruffy, with his big hair and his lab coat. It was so handsome on him, the way it set on his broad shoulders. The way it outlined his slender body with his tight brown pants down his long legs. Morty wondered what it felt like to touch his unibrow and his light skin. "WHAT?" Rick growled. Morty jolted awake, and suddenly looked down. He didn't realize he was staring. Rubbing his arm, he said "S-so then...why am I here?" Rick was caught off guard, and losing his cocky aura he mustered "I- uh, I dunno. It's just not the same without my little wingman." He half-smiled sheepishly and rustled his grandson's hair. Morty looked up and smiled at his grandpa with his arms up like a puppy. "So after I get some gleeps, there's this place I thought you might like." Morty made his little derp face in wonder. They walked together towards a store titled in alien scripture. Morty was in awe at all the headlines and signs as they whirred and flashed throughout the plaza's strips. Morty unconsciously held Rick's hand, and Rick didn't pull away. Morty realized what he was doing and blushed, feeling his heart beat as they walked hand in hand. Once they stepped in, Rick went up to the shop owner. Their hands gently slid apart. Morty investigated everything in the pawn shop with a derp face. 'Not that one again' he thought at the sight of the sex droid against the back corner. He tinkered with every gadget on the shelf while Rick exchanged his smeckles over the counter to the gearhead. With a plastic bag in hand he said "C'mon butt head. Grampa'll take your needy ass to Blips & Chitz". Morty skipped over to him and they headed back outside to the open plaza. Morty innocently held Rick's hand again. 'W-why am I doing this?' he thought to himself. His hand was so small against Rick's.

'Wow it's so smooth' Rick thought. He went a little soft under his serious expression. He knew he would protect this boy forever. They explored all the shops and Morty played with every little whimsical object he got his hands on. 'He's so cute...' he thought as he watched him with an un-Rick-like twinkle in his eyes and a warm smile. Rick bought him everything he wanted. One of them was a plumbus in the window. Rick's weakness was Morty's beautiful childish wonder and awe for everything. "You mean it?" "Yeah. You're a good kid, Morty. I've put you through a lot of shit lately. You can have it" Morty's round face lit up, and Rick was touched by it. "Wee!"

The night was young, and the lot was quiet when they walked back out to the ship. Rick felt a light tug on his sleeve. His eyes glanced down at his partner. "T-tonight was special, Rick." Morty snuggled up against Rick's arm, staring googly-eyed up at his hero. "Yeah w-whatever, MoOOurty"

"Y-you know, I might act like I don't like adventures with you b-but I really do. You make all my problems go away."

Rick cocked his brow "Your problems?" he buckled his seatbelt.

"Oh Rick, it sucks at home. M-Mom and Dad fighting, school, girls, there's just...nothing. B-but when I'm with you, it's just... different. When I'm with you and your stupid ideas, seeing all these dimensions, keniving our way out of certain doom every single time and seeing these beautiful places... I'm-I'm so happy."

The engine sputtured, and the ship hovered above ground. It soared away and left the planet's atmosphere. His hands on the wheel, the handsome genious stared out into the starry abyss. "M-*URP*-Morty... I want to give you all of it. You are the best partner I ever had, y-you little shit."

Morty beamed. He unbuckled his seatbealt and climbed up to the passenger seat to sit next to his leader.

"Why don't- why don't we just *URP* coast a while then? Not like we wanna go back home and be a couple 'a Jerrys."

"Hahuhuha! Yeah!"

Rick shifted into autopilot, unbuckled himself and reclined back in his seat with his hands behind his head, eyes closed. "Fuck yeah." The interior lights dimmed, enhancing the rainbow nebulas around them in their spherical glass. It was silent and peaceful. Morty looked at Rick, resting his head against his seat, watching Rick's chest rise and fall. The stars and planets enveloped them in their timeless capsule, in a heavenly atmosphere.

At this moment, Morty was finally able to stare at his hero for as long as he wanted. In the solitude of space, he could finally take a close look at his grandfather's long handsome face, his dreamy eyes that were semi-closed and his wild, star-shaped hair pressed against the inside wall of the ship. In the darkness of the cockpit, the dimly lit colors of the dashboard played across his hero's cocky face, only deepening Morty's infatuation. Rick was a God to him. Entranced, Morty began leaning in towards him. Morty touched his nose to his grandfather's. With his cheeks reddened and his eyelids closing with desperation, Morty gently touched his lips to Rick's. Rick hugged Morty and pulled him closer. Morty could smell the scent of whiskey and cologne, a scent that aroused him to no end. Feeling his grandson grind on him, Rick's hands groped Morty's posterior. Shoving their faces together, they were passionately engulfed in eachother's embrace. Morty knew this was all he ever wanted, just to be wrapped away in his big strong scientist's arms. They swayed to the sound of their wet mouths and their own heavy breathing. Rick's hands slid under Morty's shirt to feel his lover's soft skin. Morty instinctively placed a hand over the bulge of Rick's pants, then he teasingly licked the alcoholic drool off of Rick's bottom lip before moving away from his mouth. Gently grazing his grandfather's cheek and arriving at his ear, Morty whispered lustily:

"I think about my Gwampa Wick when I touch myself."

Rick turned beat red and his drooling mouth smiled hungrily, his eyes widening. That did it. He pressed his grandson down on the passenger seat, staring crazily at those beatiful little eyes, and at his slender, soft body that was already squirming in heat. Shrugging off his lab coat and chucking it into the back seat, he pulled his blue sweater over his head, giving Morty a chance to gander at his masculine physique.

Rick was down on all fours, looming over him. Morty looked up towards the large glass window of the ship, captivated by Rick's silhouette. His wild, star-pointed mane was surrounded by the luminescent galaxies of space.

Morty wrapped his arms around his grandfather's neck. He was ready. Rick gave a half smile with warm eyes. "You're cute." Positioned dominantly over Morty, Rick used his free hand to sweetly stroke Morty's chin with his finger. Admiring the way Morty looked, his sweet curves only teasing him even more, he leaned down to kiss him on the cheek, and whispered in his ear:

"I made you GOOD, Morty."

That same free hand left his chin and slid itself under Morty's pants. Morty closed his eyes and arched his back, letting out a pitiful moan. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and his face was flushed, with his mouth gaped open, panting. He couldn't help the involuntary groaning and whimpers he made as his grandfather fondled his privates with his slender fingers. Rick sloppily kissed the nape of Morty's neck. Morty shuttered at the sensation of that big mouth carressing his sensitive skin. "Wudya *BURp* say we get this shirt off." Morty, unable to verbalize under his arousal, ripped it frantically over his head and yanked Rick's hand down to go back under his pants. Rick understood the invitation, and slid off his partner's bottoms exposing Morty's erect penis. Morty managed to squeal through his deep panting "F-fuck me, Rick!"

Morty heard the sound of a belt buckle, felt his legs being held upwards, and then the universe entered his body. Rick slid his large, throbbing penis into his grandson's yearning body. Nature took its course through Rick and Morty's love in that lonely space ship.

"I love you, Morty. You're the only one I want in this en-*BELCH*entire universe. And y-you know what? I'm gonna squanch your tight little butthole right h-heEEre, Morty. "

"Oh-Oh jeese ... RICK!" he wailed as his insides were destroyed passionately. Rick's venuous phallus massaged his tight inner walls, ocassionaly hitting that sweet spot. As Rick's hips slapped against Morty's supple butt cheeks, Morty slowly opened his eyelids to dreamily gaze upon Rick. Out of strain and love, Rick rested his body down to his grandson's, sending both of them into deeper rythm with the thrusts. He wrung his fingers feverishly through morty's hair, pressing their faces together and smooched him while his torso slid up and down against Morty's soft body.

Muffled through kisses Morty whispered "What if they find out?"

"Then they- they can lick my balls. I made them all with my own genes, Morty. And I made you, and I'll fuck you if I damn well please"

"Oh Rick..."

Morty smiled and drooled at the thought of it, receiving Rick submissively. With lowered eyelids Morty seduced Rick, and touching his nipples he whispered :"Fill me up, Gwampa Wick."

Morty's limp body and limbs flopped wildly with the force of Rick's strong pummeling. Rick grimaced as his load emptied, letting out a grunt. Morty shuttered and then stiffened, squealing involuntarily with pleasure. His eyes rolled back into his head while he throated a silent, breathy scream of teary-eyed passion. They lay on top of eachother, panting. Rick smiled warmly at his lover, stroking his little cheek. "You're all I ever wanted, Morty. You're so much like your grandmother. But you're better. You're the only one I want Morty. Rick & Morty a hundred years, forever, just me and you."

Morty looked adoringly at him, with his smaller hand on the old man's cheek. Rick's eyes were adoring him just the same, with a sweet half smile. Rick held Morty's hand to his mouth and kissed it. "You know, I can stop myself from aging. I can be young again for you. I just never wanted to, because before I fell for you Morty, she made me want death. She made me want to grow old and die. But now, I don't. I want you, baby boy."

"I dont care if you're old or Tiny Rick again, I just want you forever, Grampa"

Morty sat up and leaned in to kiss his lover. Rick held his boy close to him, in the middle of space and time. That moment was Rick & Morty runnin around, forever, a hundred years.