Authors note: I don't own Rick and Morty, or the characters. This is a fanfic. If you don't like Rick x Morty, don't read it. I hope you enjoy!
Rick was standing outside of Morty's door, swaying to and fro- he was shit-faced drunk. So drunk that he wasn't thinking. Or, at least he didn't have any rational thoughts. Because, shit, he was thinking. About his Grandson. In a way that he probably shouldn't think of him. Rick couldn't remember when it happened, but one day, out of the blue, he looked down at his teenage Grandson and suddenly felt overwhelmed by how fucking cute he thought he was. There was a waterfall of affection and emotion that washed over him, a need to be close. A need to touch. A need to protect. He'd fallen in love with him, he realized. But only a month after he'd actually fallen for his Grandson, of all people. At first, he had just dismissed the feelings as protective Grandpa thoughts, but then the dreams came. And sure, the dreams were fucking amazing, but they left him in a chaotic state of mind when he returned to the waking world.
Rick was going to a non-existent hell, he was sure. And he felt disgusted with himself. He was a perverted, sick, pedofile. I mean, Morty is his Grandson! Fifteen-fucking-years old! As far as he was concerned, you're not supposed to fall in love with your Grandchild! It's fucked up in every way, and Rick loathed himself because of it. He was the most disgusting piece of shit in the whole universe. He'd kept it secret, drowning it out with alcohol, and constantly throwing insults at Morty that he didn't actually mean or feel. He always felt bad when he called the kid names, and called him stupid, but it had to be that way. He had to act that way so that he wouldn't catch on.
Morty was clumsy and a little oblivious at times, but he was actually pretty fucking smart, especially after they started going on adventures. Rick feared that even if he gave the smallest little sliver of affection, the kid would catch on. But right now those sort of thoughts weren't processing. All of the self-loathing and caution was thrown to the wind, overtaken by the alcohol that he'd consumed throughout the night, and the lust he had. And he wanted Morty so badly right now. He wanted to kiss his stupid face, and show him how good he could make him feel. He wanted to cuddle and hold him, and tell him he loved him. He wanted to take him on adventures, and show him all the beautiful things the universe could offer. He wanted to look into his eyes and see the whole universe in them, like he'd seen before in small moments of closeness.
He pushed the door open, closing it behind him. He wouldn't dare lock it, however. He may not be thinking straight right now, but he wasn't going to lock it. Locking the door would be like trapping the kid. He'd stop if Morty wanted him to. He loved the kid. Rick could never hurt him. However, it wasn't exactly occurring to him that confessing to your Grandson that you're in love with him, and trying to have sex with him, could possibly hurt him in unseeable ways. He was too drunk to let those thoughts filter through.
Rick stumbled over, looming over Morty's sleeping form on his bed. The moonlight was shining through his bedroom window in just the perfect way that it illuminated Morty, making him look like he as glowing. 'So fucking adorable.' Rick thought to himself, sitting himself on the bed. The shift in weight caused Morty to groan. He opened his eyes, and sleepily looked up at Rick. With Rick bursting into his room ever other night to take him on an adventure, he became a pretty light sleeper.
Morty pushed himself up on his hands, squinting. "R-Rick?" He asked in a groggy voice, looking slightly confused. When Rick usually barged in his room, he was already through a portal or in the garage by now. This was weird. Rick swayed a bit, showing Morty that his Grandfather was intoxicated with some kind of alcohol.
"Mooorty." Rick says, scooting closer to the half-awake teen.
Morty sighed. His Grandfather always got weirdly affectionate when he was this sloshed. "W-what is it, Rick?"
Rick leaned even closer. Morty couldn't see his expression in the dark, but he guess maybe Rick's eyes looked unfocused and diolated as they always did when he was drunk. "R-Rick, you're drunk." Morty states the obvious. As if Rick couldn't already tell. "G-Go to bed, okay?"
"Y-you're a good kid, M-bBBUUURRRrp-Morty." Rick starts his usual drunken speech. It wasn't the first time Morty had heard this. "Y-y-yur.. you're-you're a-a-a a really- a real trouper." This time Rick scooted up so close that he was kind of sitting on Morty's feet awkwardly.
Morty shifted, turning so that his back was against the wall, and crossed his legs to they wouldn't dangle off the edge. In better words, he now sat horizontally on the bed so that he could give Rick more room. Rick took this as an invitation to scoot up even closer, so that their thighs were touching. "I- uhh, R-Rick, are you feeling okay? How much did you have to drink?" Morty asked timidly, raising a brow. Okay, he was being way more affectionate than usual. This was weird. Really weird. Not that Morty minded, though. It was kind of nice seeing Rick act this way. He longed for some kind of affection from Rick, and the only time he really got it were on nights like these. It was kind of sad to admit. The only time Rick showed he cared was when he was shit-faced. Morty wished he'd show that when he was a little more sober.
Not that Rick was ever 100% sober...
"I jus'.. I jus' I'm fine, Morty." Rick slurred, patting Morty's shoulder.
"R-Rick, y-you're really drunk. I-I really think you should go to-" Morty started to ramble, and Rick blocked his voice out. The love and affection he felt for the boy started to overtake his thoughts and emotions again, swelling up his chest with a warm feeling. Suddenly, completely without warning, Rick leaned in and connected his lips with Morty's. The teen squeaked, completely not expecting Rick to do something like this. How fucking drunk is he? The kiss was sloppy, and it was all Rick. Morty remained motionless, shocked into stillness. However, when Rick had first initiated the kiss his hands had subconsciously planted themselves on Rick's chest. He could feel the old mans quickening heart beat through his sweater. Morty's face was heating up quickly. Rick tasted like alcohol, and macaroni. They had macaroni for dinner, Morty recalled. But there was something else there, too. A taste that Morty could only describe as oh so Rick.
After about ten seconds, Rick pulled away. The realization of what he had just done sunk in very quickly, making him tense up. What made it worse, was the fact that Morty hadn't kissed back. That meant he just majorly fucked up. Inside he started to panic, cursing himself for being so damn stupid. Cursing himself for getting this drunk in the first place.
Morty's hands were still on Rick's chest, and he was slightly out of breath. He watched Rick carefully, his heart hammering against his rib cage... but it was in a good way?? He didn't want the feeling of Rick's lips against his to be over that quickly. He could still feel the ghost of the moment against his lips, a pleasant tingling sensation. He wanted that feeling again. The teen chuckled nervously before he leaned up and kissed Rick on the corner of his mouth. It was more of a quick peck than anything, but still a kiss at that. Morty had never kissed someone before. Well, he had. Like a kiss on the cheek that he gave to his mom before bed. But he'd never kissed anyone like this before. He wanted to try again, and actually move this time. He wanted to make up for making a fool of himself the first time when he was shocked into stillness.
Rick didn't react to the small kiss Morty gave him. He was still mentally panicking. Somehow, Morty could tell Rick was freaking out, so he leaned up to kiss him again, this time lingering a little longer. He wanted to tell Rick that's it's okay without using words. That's when rational thought left Rick again, and he kissed back. His arms rapped around the boys hips, guiding him onto his lap. His movements were sluggish and uncoordinated, but he was continuing anyway. This was just too good. He'd wanted this for over a year now, and he wasn't going to let being drunk stop him.
Morty moaned in his mouth, giving Rick the opportunity to slip his tongue in, feeling around the teens mouth. His teeth, his tongue, the top of his mouth. He loved it. He loved tasting Morty. He loved him. He loved everything about Morty. His Morty.
Both males were quickly growing hard, and as the kid shifted on Rick's lap, he rubbed against his erection making him moan from the pleasure. Morty had no idea that a kiss would trun him on so easily. Rick started to kiss down Morty's neck sloppily, being careful not to leave any hickeys. Like before, he was drunk and dumb, but he still wouldn't ever hurt Morty. This was new. And, gosh, he'd love to leave marks all over this kid to claim him as his own, but he didn't know if Morty would be okay with something like that. He knew Morty like the back of his hand, but as his Grandfather, he didn't know much about this side to him. He didn't know anything that Morty liked when it came to sexually, or kinks, or whatever-the-fuck. But he decided he was going to figure that out.
Rick's hands trailed down to the waste band of Morty's pajama pants, and he tugged down slightly. He felt Morty's own hands fall on his, encouraging him to keep going. Rick continued, quickly slipping his pajama pants and boxers off in one quick motion. Rick marveled in the slight of Morty's erect dick, looking at it hungerily.
Rick couldn't see too well in the darkness, but he could definitely see that Morty was red in the face. He stared at the boy as he reached a calloused hand down to grab his member and start stroking up and down. Morty let out a breath, sighing contently at the feeling of Rick's hands. "G-Geez, Rick..." he mumbled out, placing a hand on Rick's shoulder to steady himself.
Rick was loving this, watching the kid slowly fall apart because of him. He felt his own dick twitch at the sight, his pants extremely tight. He ignored his own erection in favor of pleasuring Morty. This was his first time, after all. He'd get his rocks off in a bit. Morty first, though. He wanted to watch him fall apart in his hands.
Only, there was one problem with the blue haired scientists plan. Rick stopped suddenly, leaning over the side of the bed and vomiting all over the floor. Rick Sanchez, everyone. Always with the best timing. Fuck.
"Oh, fuck, Rick!" Morty yelped out, backing away to give his puking Grandfather some room. Rick retched a few more times, emptying his stomach of it's contents. Morty places a comforting hand on his back, rubbing small circles. Rick groaned tiredly, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his lab coat. He slumped against Morty lazily, already half alseep from the strain vomiting had put on him.
"S-zzz-s-zorry Mort." He slurred, laying his head on his shoulder.
"I-It's fine, Rick." Morty says, quietly, playing with Rick's hair absentmindedly. And then, even more quiet, "It'd be better if you were sober anyway."
Rick didn't catch that last bit, even though he was so close to him that he could feel the teens breath against his ear. "What wazzat, Mm-Morty?" He asks.
"Oh, nothing." Morty says, laying Rick down on the bed. "Just—Just stay put. I'll be right back. Okay?"
Rick nodded dumbly, already seeming to be half alseep. Morty smirked a little at the sight. What a crazy old man.
The teen slipped his pajama pants back on, slowly becoming soft again. He exited his room, making sure to close the door behind him. Because, wouldn't that be a weird sight for his family to see? Rick, passed out in Morty's room. Well, it's not like it hadn't happened before. But it was never on his bed. There were a few times where Rick had passed out on the floor. In fact, on one occasion Rick had threatened him with a knife, asking him if he was a simulation before he passed out. Morty shivered at the thought. Rick was a wild card when he got super drunk. He could either be violent, super affectionate, or, in this case, horny. That thrid one was new to Morty.
He didn't know if Rick did it because he was just horny, or if he actually had feelings for him. Morty knew for a fact that he, himself, definitely felt something for Rick. All the adventures somehow seemed to accumulate some sexual tension and frustration. He could see it in Rick, and Morty could definitely feel it. He just never expected Rick to do anything about it. Morty's a virgin, and he's awkward and shy... so it's not like he was ever going to make a move. But if Rick ever did make a move, like he just did, Morty was already on board.
He... he loves Rick. In a way he probably shouldn't. But that doesn't really matter. It may be really taboo on Earth, but he's seen plenty of incest on other planets and universes. In fact, he's actually seen a universe where him and Summer got together. Just thinking about getting together with his sister made Morty feel sick to his stomach, but if that Morty and Sunmer were happy... then who really cares?
Morty crept down the stairs, skipping over the squeaky ones, and crossed through the kitchen to get to the garage. He scanned the shelves looking for the 'vomit mite' spray that Rick had invented after he got annoyed by constantly having to clean up his own puke. Morty was the one who named it. Mites eat wood- they basically disintegrate it. So, Morty thought it would be clever because the spray literally disintegrates vomit.
His eyes fell on the bottle, which was basically a beaker with a spray nozzle attached to the top of it, and the words 'Vomit Mite' written on a little sticker on the front of it. Rick seriously had chicken-scratch handwriting, but it made sense. He read in a book once that people with bad handwriting tend to be really smart people, because their thoughts are going too fast for them to write down in time. It's always rushed, because their hands are trying so desperately to catch up with their brain. Rick's intelligence was one of the reasons why Morty loves him so much. He's smart, confident, wise, and just... there's something about how Rick makes him feel. How he makes him laugh. How his eyes mesmerize him, and suck his thoughts in. The teen feels like he could get lost in those blue, calculating eyes.
Of course, Morty still felt ashamed of having these feelings. You're not supposed to have a crush on your Grandfather. And if his family ever found out about how he felt, who knows how they'd react? Morty loves his family, but they're kind of like sheep. Society just isn't ready to except something like incest... and his family bends to society's will. Him and Rick, Morty likes to believe, are different. They transverse through space and dimensions, where every planet has different laws, rules, and exceptions. Every society is different, and on some planets incest is a completely exceptional thing. On some planets, incest is even encouraged. So why shouldn't it be exceptional on Earth? Well... there is a risk when it comes to having kids with someone you're closely related to. There's a higher possibility that the baby could get deformed, of have a brain defect. But that could easily be solved with adoption, or whatever. And plus, if it's two males, or two females that get together, then there should literally be no problem with it. It's just Earth's society that's not ready for something like that. Fuck society.
Morty snatched the bottle from the shelf, and made his way back up the stairs. He opened the door slowly. Over the semi-loud creek of his door, he could hear Rick softly snoring inside. He crept in, this time locking the door so that no one would walk in and find them both sleeping on the same bed. He scrunched up his nose at the heavy smell of vomit that had circulated throughout his room because the door had been closed. Luckily, the 'Vomit Mite' had a lavender sent that would cover up the smell once he sprayed it.
So Morty did just that. He sprayed the area of the floor that had vomit on it, making sure to get absolutely everything. Once the vomit seemed to magically disappear, he set the bottle on his desk. He inhaled the lovely sent of lavender in the air, and then strode back to the bed.
He stared at his Grandfather a moment, thinking that he would be a bit more comfortable if he took his lab coat, khakis, and sweater off. He struggled with maneuvering Rick's body around as he stripped him down to just his wife beater and boxers. There. Rick looked a little more comfortable now. It was amazing how young Rick looked when he was alseep. His usual scowl wasn't present, causing his face to smooth out and relax.
Morty, satisfied, crawled into bed, moving his body as close to the wall as he could in order to give Rick space, and then covered them both with the blankets. He kind of wanted to cuddle up to him, but he figured that wouldn't be the best idea. It would be really awkward to wake up to if Rick turned out to be so desperately horny while drunk, that he turned to his own Grandson in an attempt to take care of it, instead of actually wanting to hook up specifically with Morty. And plus, if Rick was really that drunk then maybe he wasn't thinking about what he was doing. If that was the case, it would definitely not be okay if they woke up in each others arms. Maybe he just didn't realize what he was doing.
He turned on his side so that he was facing Rick, who was in turn facing him. He sighed and closed his eyes, wondering what morning would bring. He hopes Rick won't be gone when he wakes.