Rick and Morty hadn't known each other for very long before they started going on adventures, and soon enough, the time flew by at a speed that surprised the both of them. Morty was now seventeen, and had one more year of high school until he moved out for college. Rick had been going on adventures with the teen for three years and did not want to miss a single moment with his most cherished possession. He began to drag Morty onto adventures daily, and Morty didn't seem to mind, so Rick took that as a good sign that Morty knew their time was short too. What Morty did not know was that Rick harbored a secret adoration for the boy. He would fantasize of the teen in his room, where he would do everything and anything he wanted to him. He imagined the teen in his room in the night, where he would take the high schooler apart and piece him back together. He wanted Morty to be his, and he would be damned if he let him slip through his fingers.

In Rick's spare time, which was quite a lot of time, he worked on a special project. Glasses that would let him see through small cameras, allowing him sight of Morty at all times. He knew that he was going to a rather extreme method of "spending time" with Morty, but with the kid gone most of the day for school, he had a limited number of hours between school ending and Morty needing to go to sleep. What else did you expect him to do, make a date where they spent a weekend together without any alien threat or stupid family member to bother them? Sure, like that would work. Whatever the case, he spent several hours setting up small cameras, no bigger than the point of a sharpened pencil, around the house, in Morty's room, even on his backpack. He sat triumphantly in his chair behind his desk and put the glasses on, pressing the small button on the top of the left lense. He saw the first image, coming from Morty's backpack.

The camera was facing the ground, so he pressed another button on the bridge of the glasses, switching the camera he was looking through. With his genius, he also made a sound system in the cameras, but, in order to get the highest quality sound, he placed some small microphones around the house and Morty's room that connected to the accompanying ear-pieces that went with the glasses. Upon switching to another camera, his vision suddenly went to Morty's room. It was surprisingly clean and tidy, which Rick nodded in approval to. He turned off the glasses, knowing Morty had exactly one hour and forty two minutes before he would be home. School ended at three, with Morty getting home fifteen minutes later. Rick, in his remaining amount of free time, decided to work on some mindless project. Nothing was really fun anymore without Morty there.

Rick always found it amusing how Morty would still get entertained by space and its many worlds and peoples. Rick had seen and done it all, but Morty, even with three years of experience under his belt, still found a way to be amazed. He would look at Rick with a childlike wonder that Rick could only describe as beautiful. He was really crushing hard on the kid, and he hated himself for it. He wished he never felt how he did for his Morty, but he couldn't help it. The kid was just so damn cute, how could anyone not feel something for him? Rick knew he was fucked up, but the only thing he loved in this life was growing up and about to leave him. He had to see him as much as he could.

Rick realized he had fallen asleep when he felt a small hand on his shoulder, rubbing him softly. It was Morty.

"H-hey Rick! Y-y-you want some - want some coffee?" Morty said to him, placing his backpack on the ground next to Rick's desk. Rick flailed his arm around, managing to swing it in the general direction of his alcohol cabinet.

"Oh! W-want the Galzin Blue or Red?" Morty asked as he held up the two bottles.

"Red," Rick mumbled. Morty opened the bottle and handed it to Rick, who took it groggily. He really had to stop loving this kid, it was going to be the death of him. He gave his thanks, to which Morty happily welcomed. Rick felt a warmth spread in his chest at Morty taking such good care of him. He didn't deserve the kid, really.

"S-so, in class today, we - we worked with electricity. But I-I was barely - barely paying attention, because y-you already taught me that stuff, like, t-t-two years ago! It was really f-funny, Rick," Morty said and finished his comment with a laugh. Rick smiled.

"Yeah, Morty, that stuff is stupid. I-i-i-i-it's dumb that they're only teaching th-that stuff to you as a junior." Rick took a big swig from the bottle, feeling its effects almost immediately. Morty looked so tasty in that moment, Rick wished he could be the Big Bad Wolf and eat him whole. Morty looked at him so innocently that Rick had to contain his hidden lust. He took another drink.

"Well, it's good that - that you were there to t-teach me that stuff first!" Morty grinned. Rick felt that something was off. Morty never smiled so much. Maybe he got some good pussy at school or something stupid like that. Like anyone could be in Morty's league at that shit hole. Morty was a glowing star in a pile of coal and horse shit. That Jessica bitch was always leading him on, and Rick was just about ready to blow the girl's head clean off.

"What are you so happy about, Mooooorty?" Rick said, smiling slightly. Morty giggled and leaned close to him, whispering. Rick had to abstain from breathing in deeply. Morty, for a slimy sweaty teenager, smelled rather good. Rick had to take a second to adjust to the close proximity of his grandson and himself, steadying himself in his mind.

"Valentine's Day is in a w-week, and I have a gift in m-mind for my Valentine!" Morty whispered excitedly. Rick felt a tingle of arousal as Morty's breath ghosted his neck, wishing Morty was whispering much more dirty things to him like that instead.

"V-Valentine's Day? C-come on Morty," Rick groaned.

"R-Rick, it's really im-important to me!" Morty laughed and pushed lightly on Rick's shoulder. Morty looked at Rick with big eyes, asking for help without speaking a single word. Rick loved the bond they shared. It was a unique kind of connection this pair had, compared to the other dimensions' subsequent Ricks and Mortys. This Rick loved his Morty. Loved him so much that he was one of the few who would put their Morty before themself.

"Fine, kid. Wh-what is your gift idea?" He asked as he took another swig. Now Morty looked like a full course meal with Rick being a man who hadn't eaten in days.

"Well, see, th-this… person… is, ha," Morty stuttered. "See, Rick, it's… he is a -"

"A guy?" Rick finished for him. Morty blushed deeply and looked at Rick like he had all the answers. His brow was slightly furrowed, and he appeared to be nervous. Morty nodded at Rick's conclusion, and the old man found himself rolling his eyes. Truth be told, he was surprised. He never thought Morty would be into men.

"Yeah, and, well… he is kinda…" Morty looked up, appearing to think really hard about his next choice of words. "He is kinda cold? But also so warm, a-and he is funny, wi-with a cute laugh. And, h-h-he seems to like to spend time with me, so…" Morty was wringing his hands at this point.

"So, wh-what's the fucker's name?" Rick asked, pretending to not care. He totally didn't care. Not at all. Nope.

"I-I can't tell you that!" Morty all but shrieked. Rick jumped a little in his chair.

"Jesus, why?" Rick was beyond mad at this point. Sure, he was happy Morty was into guys, but why couldn't Morty be into him? They were practically inseparable and Rick knew he wasn't an ugly guy. Maybe it was the hair?

"Well, I don-don't want you looking for him or anything, so…" Oh, so Morty was nervous that Rick would go after the kid. Smart move.

"Fine Morty. What do-do you need help with then?" Rick asked as he took a final drink from the now empty bottle.

"I just wanna know wh-what you think of chocolates? O-or, no…"

"Morty, if you wanna win the guy over, get him something you know that he likes. Something you know he cares about. But don't make it s-something every other potential Valentine will get him. M-make it special." Rick smiled up at Morty, hoping that he understood. Morty smiled and puffed out his small chest with newfound confidence.

"Th-thanks, Rick!" Morty said as he picked up his backpack and walked back into the living room. Rick thanked his lucky stars that Morty left, because he was just about to do something stupid. Rick loved Morty, but the kid obviously wanted someone else. This was the perfect reason for Rick to not pursue Morty and enjoy the little spy gear he made. That way, he could be with Morty, even when Morty didn't know.

The evening came quickly and dinner was a free for all. A scrounge kind of night, which Rick thoroughly enjoyed. He and Morty watched some TV and then Morty decided to call it a night. With an odd amount of excitement, Morty ran up to his room and closed his door. Rick sighed as he got up and went to his room, closing the door gently after calling out a goodnight to the family that might have been able to hear him. He sat on his bed and pulled out a small remote from his bedside dresser. Pressing the largest button, the bed began to shift and warp until it was a full king sized bed, adorned with fluffy pillows and soft blankets. This Rick had never been the type to enjoy the hard surface of a cot, like most Ricks. This Rick liked the finer things in life, and soft mattresses were one of those finer things.

He leaned back on the pillows, sinking down into them and feeling his tired bones finally relax. He took a deep breath and then walked over to his desk, where the glasses and earpieces sat. He put on the set and walked back to the bed, making himself comfortable before turning on the devices. The camera that had been on before he turned off the system was the first image to appear in the glasses. It was Morty's room, with Morty laying in his bed. He was on his phone and, oh…

Rick took the glasses off and felt his cheeks flush. Suddenly he felt very out of breath and… hot? He shakily put the glasses back on and felt a small smile ghost his features. Morty was in the bed, laying under the covers. His right arm was under the blanket while his other hand held the phone near his chest. Rick wanted to get a closer look, so he switched the camera to the one he had placed by Morty's bed. It was there to mainly see if anyone could come from the window by his bed, but Rick felt blessed that he realized he could use it for… viewing purposes as well.

Morty appeared to be watching porn. Or, something that looked like porn? It was a girl, strapped to a table, ass up.

"Well, I'll be damned," Rick muttered. The kid was into anal. How Rick wished he had known that before now. The girl was surrounded by other females, one walking around with a small paddle. Hell, it could have been a coffee stirrer. Rick turned the volume up on his earpieces to get a better idea of what was being said.

"You little bitch, bet you like your asshole getting spanked, huh?" The first lady said. Rick heard Morty's breath puff out hard. God this kid was gonna be the death of him. He already felt his arousal growing just by listening to Morty. What would he do if he ever got to actually be with him? His boner would probably explode and he would die.

"N-no! I don't!" The girl in question cried out. The camera panned closer to her ass, showing her asshole clench when the second woman blew cold air onto it.

"Oh, I think you do!" The first woman said, slowly bringing the small paddle up to the girl's anus, tapping it gently. Her butthole closed up, almost looking like it flinched. The woman rubbed the girl's quivering asshole with the paddle a few times before pulling up one end of it and thwacking it down directly onto the center of the girl's hole. The girl shrieked in shock and her anus followed suit with a small clench. Several spanks went by before the girl's butthole was bright red and quivering wildly. The girl was crying and begging the woman to stop.

"Jesus, Morty, what kind of shit are you into?" Rick breathed out, touching himself lightly over his pants.

"Okay, baby. I'll stop," The first woman said sweetly. She gestured to the second woman, who came back over, only to pull out another instrument. It was a small bowl full of… capsules? This Rick had never been into the freaky sex, but he knew a suppository when he saw one. The girl looked on at the bowl in horror, knowing what was to come. The second woman, wearing a red skin tight dress, plucked one suppository pill out of the bowl and slowly pushed it into the girl's exposed and beaten anus. Morty whined quietly as the girl was filled with not four but five suppositories in a row. Rick had to put a shaky hand over his mouth to stop from groaning too loudly at the sound that came from Morty's sweet, sweet lips.

"P-please, please, let me go!" The girl begged through tears. The women just laughed and said: "Oh, honey, we have so much more in store for you!" and walked away. Rick thought that was the end of it, but they came back with a big bag attached to a pole, with a small tube connected to the bag. Rick took in a shaky breath. Morty was into some freaky shit and… Rick kind of loved it.

"Here we have three gallons of water!" The first woman said.

"Soapy water!" The woman in the red dress added. "Now, we won't do all three at once, but, who knows! Maybe you can take it all!"

Rick had been so engrossed in what was on the screen that he only noticed Morty was close when he started breathing harder. The kid was about to lose it, and Rick felt a surge of lust hit him so hard that he found his own release without even touching himself completely. Mory came with a soft whine, closing out of the porn tab and deleting his search history shortly after. Rick turned off the glasses and put them down, taking off his stained pants and boxers and putting on new ones in their place. He took a deep inhale and closed his eyes, swinging his arms over his face and laughing quietly. He was in a hole he couldn't dig himself out of now, and he knew he was going to be in trouble soon if he didn't take care of this. The question was if he really wanted to take care of it or not.