Morty Smith had wished for a lot of things in his life.
On his fourth birthday he'd wished for a different sister. In return Summer shoved his face into his birthday cake and everyone shared a laugh at his expense.
At age ten when he was walking home in the dark, he wished his mother wouldn't drink so much. Maybe then she would've remembered to pick him up from football tryouts. Instead he had forced to walk home alone through the dim-lit streets where drug dealers and dog fighters would heckle him as he passed.
When he was thirteen and sitting alone at lunch thinking of a way to off himself, he'd wished for a friend. Barely a year later he'd get that wish granted at least, even if it was in the form of his sixty year-old grandfather.
But today - the day a stranger named Mr. Jellybean pushed him face-first into the sink of the men's bathroom in an alien dimension- Morty Smith wished he was home.
The hand fisted in his hair tightened as the creature behind him pressed closer against his body, mouthing wetly against the boy's cheek. "Just let this happen." It warned, sickly sweet breath reminding Morty of rotting toffee apples.
Ice-cold dread hit like a swift punch to the gut as the full meaning behind the words sank in. Warning bells of all sorts were going off in his mind and he fought for his life to break free of the jellybean's vice-like grip, but to no avail. The creature spun Morty in his grasp and shoved roughly, sending the teen stumbling backwards into the stall where his knees hit the toilet and he fell back hard against the porcelain seat.
Morty let out a whine as cold water began to soak into the ass of his jeans where he'd fallen in a little.
"No! Stop! Please!" He begged as the man approached again and swung a fist for good measure. The sickening telltale crack resonated in the cramped space, confirming a landed punch to the jellybean's eye that would surely swell shut within minutes.
The man grabbed a fistful of Morty's shirt and hauled him up off the seat. "You're gonna be sorry you did that." He snarled and threw Morty to the ground.
The teen flung his arms out to break his fall, managing to roll on his back before the creature was on him again. It was practically seething with rage, and with a grip like iron clutching Morty's jaw he proceeded to bash the teen's head against the floor repeatedly until he went limp.
"Little bitch."
"Yeah, m-my grandson is b- he's being a little b-uurrp-itch right now," Rick huffed and took a sip of his flask as he eyed the weird amorphous slug to his left dealing a deck of cards. Despite the fact it was wearing gloves, it somehow still managed to drench them in whatever viscous yellow goo his kind were composed of. "He dragged my ass out here, and now he's - he's fucking pouting in the bathroom l-like some chick who got dumped at the goddamn 'Enchantment Under the Sea' dance." Rick scooped up his cards and gave them a little flick. A few flecks of slime landed on an opponent's face and it swore at him with a foreign gargle.
Rick knew he had been rough on Morty. Hell, he had been purposefully acting blazé throughout the whole adventure in an attempt to make Morty call it off, thus winning himself the bet. He was tougher than Rick had thought though, and from getting arrested and tried by a jury of their giant peers, to scaling down the sheer faces of multiple titanic stairs the kid hadn't quit, and a part of Rick was proud of him for it.
Not proud enough to concede defeat just yet though, so with a mumbled "Fuck him," under his breath, Rick tossed two coins into the pile on the table. "I bet 10 Shmeckles."
Morty tasted blood.
As he came gradually came to, it took his mind a second to catch up with what his eyes were staring at. However, the second it did, panic struck him again in an awesome wave. He had only been unconscious for a few minutes, but in that time the jellybean creature had stripped him from the waist down and manipulated his body until he was positioned over the toilet seat. Both of his hands were bound in front of him, tied somewhere behind the back of the bowl, forcing his head and chest to the seat. It was from this position- pinned and dazed- that he saw what he could only assume was the unsheathed dick of the man behind him.
A scream tore itself from Morty's throat when he felt the blunt head breech him. He tried to squirm away from the intrusion but the creature followed, chasing Morty's hips with his own and driving in deeper. Morty kicked his legs back and forth trying to knock the creature back. It simply laughed and pressed a foot to his calve, pinning it with force hard enough that he could feel the bones creaking under the weight. Tears began to cloud the teen's vision and he bit the inside of his cheek to stifle a sob.
"You're fucking cute when you cry." The man cackled and bucked his hips, drawing another pained whine from the boy.
Morty tried to hold back the tears, but as the minutes continued to tick by with no sign of rescue, the outcome was becoming considerably bleak. 'You always were a weakling Morty.' He could practically hear the scathing remark from Rick, could picture the look of disappointment on the older man's face when he learned how easily his grandson had been overpowered.
He hated to admit it, but most of his time with his grandfather was spent trying to earn his approval. Any time his name or words of praise spilled from those harsh lips, the boy could feel his heart pound a little faster. His dick gave a half-hearted twitch at the thought and he felt his stomach roll. What the fuck was wrong with him?
"Morty?"
He didn't have to imagine it now. Rick had entered the bathroom and actually called out his name. He was saved. But before Morty could open his mouth to scream for help, the jellybean clapped a hand over it tightly.
Rick peered around and grinned when his eyes finally settled on the one closed stall in the whole bathroom. "C'mon, open up, Morty." He rapped the back of his knuckles on the door and heard the distinct sound of sniffling coming from behind it. "Are- are you crying?"
Hard tiles dug into his knees as he knelt down and peeked under the stall.
"What the fuck-" Rick's gaze fell on the bloodied face of his grandson and his heart leapt into his throat. His eyes flicked from the hand covering Morty's mouth over to where it looked like the thing was-
In an instant he'd stood up and drawn his laser pistol, a shot to the lock would do it. With quick precision he squeezed the trigger and blasted a hole through the side of the door. A hard kick sent it swinging inwards where it collided harshly with the man currently defiling his protegé, pitching forward and rendering him unconscious.
"Morty," Frantic hands dragged the body off and dumped it on the floor. "Jesus, Morty, are you-"
"Don't," The teen interrupted weakly. "Please, Rick. Just…just don't." His voice wavered on the last words, tears threatening to choke him. He didn't want Rick to see him like this, and he definitely didn't want to talk to him about it.
Rick nodded solemnly and knelt down beside the boy, producing small instrument from his lab coat. With the press of a button a plasma blade shot out of the front, making quick work of the material binding Morty's wrists. Within seconds Morty was freed and on his feet. The teen instinctively covered his privates and blushed a deep crimson, looking anywhere but at Rick.
The discomfort was tangible, so the older man scanned the room for boy's discarded jeans, finally spotting them balled up on the floor near the door. He scooped them up and handed them to Morty, exiting the stall to give the kid a little privacy. Not that it mattered, but Morty appreciated the gesture all the same.
There was already a portal open and waiting when Morty emerged, the green plasma swirling and ebbing invitingly with the promise of home.
"Rick?" Morty turned to look where his grandfather stood over the unconscious body of the jellybean. "Are you coming?"
Rick's expression was calm, but there was a definite tension in his body language that belied the anger within.
"Go on ahead, Morty. I'll catch up." Rick deadpanned.
His grandfather had never sounded like that before- so cold and hollow- and as Morty stepped through the portal, fresh tears clouded his vision at the realization that it was because of him.
