Title: One Hundred Drabbles Rick And Morty
Author: Donnie
Fandom: Rick And Morty
Setting: Various
Pairing: Rick Sanchez/Morty Smith
Characters: Rick Sanchez, Morty Smith, Beth Smith, Summer Smith, Jerry Smith, Jessica, Brad, Bird Person, Tammy Gueterman, Squanchy
Genre: Romance/Humor/Angst/Hurt/Comfort
Rating: M to be safe
Chapters: 1/100
Word Count: 325
Type of Work: Drabble Collection
Status: Incomplete
Warnings: Gay, Slash, Yaoi, C137cest, Incest, Grandfather/Grandson Incest, Fluff, Alcoholism, More To Be Added Later
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Summary: A group of drabbles of RickMorty.
Chapter Summary: Rick's too drunk to drive and Morty takes the wheel.
AN: Hey guys! I finally found a good prompt list for my Daily Drabbles. There's a post on Tumblr for 'A Hundred Ways To Say I Love You', and I decided to go ahead and do that for these two. ^^ It's quite possible I will write more than one of these a day, but who knows. xD Anyway, here we go! Prompt one is "Pull over. Let me drive for awhile."
He Drives Like Crazy ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"R-Rick!" Morty lurched forward, taking the wheel in his hands as Rick's head went limp on his neck again, "Aw, geez! Rick, pu-pull over! Let me drive for a while!"
"Huh- M-Mor-MOURGHTY- Wha-what the fuck, M-Morty?" Barely coming back into his mind for a second, Rick peered down at the other's hands on the wheel. Pushing them away, he reached over and held one of them, resting their hands on his own thigh. "Shh, it's okay, M-Morty. Just… Just need a little n-nap."
"You can't take a na-na-nap while you're driving!" Though he appreciated the sentiment, he wasn't about to let them both crash. "Let me drive, Ri-Rick!"
"Alri-alright, alright, fi-fine, do-don't be a little- A li-little bitch about it, Mo-Morty." It seemed the concept of landing them first was not something he grasped so well, because he lifted his thin legs and started to slide into the passenger seat without undoing his belt. How drunk was he? Morty should have known better than to let him get this plastered when they weren't at home.
"Rick!"
"Wh-what? Just hurry up!"
Morty reached over, undoing his grandfather's seatbelt and then his own, swapping seats with him quickly before they crashed. At least they were in space, where he had to worry about less things to crash into. Once his foot was on the pedal and his hands on the steering wheel, he felt a bit better, and reached over to buckle Rick into his seat.
Taking this as a sort of come-on, Rick pressed his lips sloppily to Morty's, either in thanks or just blind desire, and Morty smiled slightly.
"Y-you're a handful, Rick."
"I could be a-URP- A mouthfu-mouthful, Morty."
"...Shut up, Rick. Just get some- Some sleep, okay? I'll get us home." Morty's cheeks burned as he returned fully to driving, and Rick simply did as he said. Not because he was listening, but because he didn't have much of a choice.
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