There was a quiet lull as a bespectacled youth stepped through the halls of the academy, his light steps still managing to echo through the hall as he was alone. His breathing was slightly elevated as he'd brought a hand up to his head, scratching his hair and looking around, seemingly looking for someone in the vastly empty hallway. From around the corner, this particular boy heard footsteps, a regular tip tap of someone who was clearly not trying to hide their presence. As the other person made their presence visual, it was shown that they were wearing a trench coat and they'd donned a fedora. They'd lifted the hat up beyond their eyes and revealed… the same face. The only difference was that there was a bit of a smirk on his lip versus the clearly nervous scowl on the first boy's face. The fedora-wearing boy pulled several photos out of his inner pocket and held them out to the glasses-wearing teen.

"F-Favor's done. Awfully s-secretive, aren't we? Ah, jeez, why did you need these pictures though, Specs Morty?"

"A-Ah jeez, Photography Morty… It-it's for an art project, I really … needed the references."

With that being said, Specs Morty ran off, excitement high in his heart as he'd finally gotten what he'd been waiting for. Photography Morty owed him for taking one of his tests while PM was out taking shots of various Jessicas. He'd made his way to his dorm room in a huff, his earlier scowl having since formed into a grin of pure ecstasy. Finding the door labelled with his specialized Morty number, he'd opened the door and burst in, quickly shutting it behind him and licking his lips as his mind began to race with beautiful, detailed images of what he was to do. Before he'd forgotten, though…

Specs quickly looked around the room, realizing he hadn't checked to see if his roommate was in. Thankfully enough, the room was quiet and empty. Left-Handed Morty was at the rally with the other Mortys, probably to try and get the Morty party some support for the upcoming campaign. This was the perfect opening. Specs moved to his desk and pulled out an artist's tab that he'd taken from the art room when Professor Rick wasn't looking. Setting it onto the desk and pulling out the pictures, he'd quickly gotten to work. His hands made each stroke smoothly, knowing full well what he was drawing and pulling out all of his skills and not missing a single beat. Every line was deliberate and every dot essential. The adolescent could feel his hormones raging as he put his blood, sweat, and… other fluids into this work of art. Or, rather, several works of art. It had been a good couple of hours before he'd completely tired himself out, the desk covered in various drawings of a particular pair in - one would say - compromising positions.

"Ah, jeez… M-M-Maybe I went overboard…"

Specs picked up one of the drawings, looking at it and biting his lower lip as he imagined that really happening to him, his body tingling with desire and excitement at the very thought of it. There was a soft twitching of his anus as well as he'd thought about receiving that oh-so-glorious girth inside of himself. There was even a bit of drool that had formed at the edge of his mouth, dripping down his chin as he'd let out a shaky breath.

"O-Oh P-P-Professor Rick…"

Specs was immediately pulled out of his thoughts, though, as he'd heard footsteps and voices of other Mortys outside of his doorway and rushed to get all of his drawings into a neat little pile, pulling out a secret compartment underneath the desk and carefully pushing his masterpieces into it. After he'd worked so hard, he wasn't going to risk getting caught with them, after all. He'd braced himself for people to come into the room, but he was met with more silence, not realizing that no one had come into the room. He'd breathed a deep sigh of relief and collapsed in his chair, completely exhausted. He hadn't realized just how much energy he'd lost. Perhaps he could use a nap…

Specs slowly moved over to his bed and allowed his fatigue to take over, looking up at the bottom of the top bunk. Sleep crept into the corners of his eyes and he'd fallen into his own slumber, dreams taking up his thoughts. As he slept, he'd found himself alone in the classroom. No rhyme or reason as to why. Looking around the room, though, he'd noticed that he wasn't quite alone. Professor Rick was standing in the doorway, giving him a stern look. Had he done something wrong? Looking down, though, he'd realized that he was completely naked. His reaction just a bit slow in response, he'd placed his hands over his genitals, blushing and embarrassed by having been seen by his crush.

What happened next was what threw him off-balance, though. Rick was, all of a sudden, next to him and pushing him down against one of his desks and having a bit of a hungry look in his eyes. Fearing for himself, but also completely submerged into desire, Specs allowed Professor Rick to pin him down, suddenly noting how his teacher's fingers were wrapped around his tiny hard-on, stroking it vigorously as Rick grinned with delight. Specs moaned and squirmed as he was getting played with. It wasn't too long before he was already close, and he was breathing heavily. So, so close… So, so, so close!

Specs was pulled back to the waking world by the sound of someone coming into the room with a bit of a thud. He'd slowly pulled his eyelids up from their covering position as he'd leaned upwards to get a look at what the noise was about. Left-Hand Morty… Sighing with a bit of resignation, he'd leaned back against the bed, Lefty seeming to be apologetic about waking Specs up.

"Ah, jeez, sorry Specs… Didn't mean ta wake you."

"Don't even worry about it, L-Lefty."

""Y-Y'sure?"

"I'm sure, Lefty…"

Lefty seemed grateful for the forgiveness as he'd climbed the ladder up to his bunk. Despite that, though, Specs' mind was a whirlwind of indecent thoughts and delightful release. However, he'd needed to control himself around his roommate - his breathing beginning to slow down so that he could compose himself. After all, he couldn't let anyone else know about his incestual obsessions - even though he'd also wanted incest themed things to be in more of a spotlight. It was a strange dilemma. He needed to distract himself.

"H-How was the rally?"

"O-Oh, it was great! C-C-Candidate Morty gave me some weight-loss advice!"

Even as Lefty was saying that, though, Specs could hear the sound of crinkling plastic, like Lefty was unwrapping a Simple Rick's wafer. Of course… At the same time, he wasn't in the business of calling people out for their shit. That was Slick Morty's job. As such, he'd stayed silent as he'd heard the crunch and chew of Lefty upon the delicious flavor of the simple life and loving your daughter. Their conversation kept on going about how Lefty raved about Candidate Morty and how maybe Mortys had a chance to be represented in government now. That was probably the most exciting thing, really - Specs couldn't deny that a Citadel with a Morty at the helm would be a great thing for all of them. Beyond that, though, the conversation droned. Eventually, Lefty lost his steam and began snoring. Thanks to his little nap, Specs was wide awake and ready to settle the itch he had in his pants since he'd woken up earlier.

Slowly, he'd rolled out of bed and quietly crawled over to the desk to pull out his art before crawling back to his bed and turning on the bed lamp that each of them were provided, turning so that he could clearly see the fine drawing of Professor Rick's dick waaaaay inside of his asshole. He'd started breathing a little more shakily, pulling down his pants enough to let his hardening member out for some fresh air. His thoughts began to fill up with naughty thoughts as he'd tried to keep his volume down, stroking slowly as he stared at the thick, veiny rod that he'd given to his Professor, loving the thought of its length piercing into him. It didn't take him long to reach the point of release, since he'd been blue-balled by Lefty.

However, he'd stopped, hearing the sound of shifting on the top bunk. His head quickly turned to see Lefty's eyes peeking at his pecker, his blush practically covering the entirety of his face in a deep crimson. Lefty's eyes wandered over from his dick, though, and onto the picture he was holding. Thanks to the light, it must've been pretty easy to see on the other side of the paper. The larger Morty's eyes visibly dilated with surprise and shock, shifting over to Spec's eyes with an intensity that Specs didn't think Lefty could ever have. The larger Morty rolled out of his bunk, landing on the floor with an audible thud. It didn't take long for him to recover though, and he'd - with a surprising amount of agility for his size - grabbed the drawing out of Specs' hand and stared at it. In a bit of a whisper-yell, Lefty motioned at the paper to Specs.

"Wh - wh - what is this?! Wh - who drew this?! P - P - Professor Rick?!"

"I c - c - can explain!"

"There's nothing to explain, I - I - I mean, aw jeez! I mean, I get it, but AW JEEZ..."

"I guess, but… I-I drew it…he's just so f-fucking hot..."

"F- F - Fu - Masturbating to your own art? I - Isn't that a liiiittle pretentious? Also...ugh TMI."

"Maybe but - aw jeez,,, i - i - it's not like I'm ever gonna get actual pics like this…"

Lefty seemed understanding of that comment, but was still in shock, not quite sure what else to say. He'd gulped and took a deep breath, leaving Specs to wonder just what was going on in his Morty head. Specs had the slightest idea - since they were both Mortys - and he could only hope that Lefty had no plans to expose him. With a sigh, Lefty handed the picture back to Specs, nodding with acknowledgement that this was to be a secret. An unspoken Morty connection. With that, Lefty had simply climbed back up the ladder to his bed and laid down, leaving Specs alone again with the picture in one hand and his dick in the other.

"J - J - Just… do that when I'm not here, alright?"

With that being said, Specs could hear Lefty yawning and going back to bed. Now that he was out of it, though, Specs wasn't really in a mood to finish up. He'd have to continue later…

Of course, outside of the door was an individual that Specs Morty more than likely would not have wanted to hear that conversation - very much akin to an extremely overused but plot-convenient trope. Professor Rick always did the night rounds to make sure all of the Mortys were asleep at the set curfew. And, of course, since the academy was purposefully built with thin walls and thin doors, Rick could always hear and know what each of the Mortys were up to and their little shenanigans wouldn't get past him. It didn't help that he'd heard his name from this door, seeing the codes on the door and knowing who was in it. It seemed he'd had some digging to do…

The next day felt like it was going to be any other day. Every Morty was seated at their desk and talking amongst themselves. The usual Morty chatter. Jessica, Jessica, Rick, Morty, Summer, blah, blah, blah. At the point, it was all just white noise to Specs. Yep, just another day… It was at that exact thought that Professor Rick came into the room, stack of papers in his hand that looked like they were the size of art tabs. There wasn't anything that was immediately out of place, but isn't that just always the case? Something was bothering Specs and he couldn't quite place his finger on it. Regardless of that, though, everybody was getting into the flow of class and things were proceeding as normally as possible. Today's Subject? "Proper Adventuring Manners for Mortys." Today's lesson was a crash course on what to do if your Rick was drunk out of his mind or if they had to pull a Morty out of class. Of course, the resounding answer was "just go with it and don't think about it." Basic Morty things that everyone should have already known. Of course, Professor Rick had to go back to this lesson because Tall Morty wasn't catching on. It didn't take too long, though, and - before Specs had realized it - class was already over.

"Alright, I expect all of you to be ready for the quiz tomorrow. Especially you, Slow Ri - Tall Morty. We've been over this twice for you. Class dismissed - except for you, Glasses Morty. I'd like to see you."

Everyone had chuckled at Tall Morty before standing and leaving the classroom, Specs sitting back as commanded and sighing. What exactly was he being held back for…? Professor Rick reached into the stack of papers and pulled out a few of them, moving over to the desk and looking Specs dead in the eyes, with a bit of a poker face so that Specs couldn't really identify what he was thinking. Without another word, Rick slammed the papers down onto the table and the contents of those papers made Specs' heart sink, dread setting in as he'd nearly felt the need to piss himself of fear and embarrassment.

"I-I found these in your - urrrp - room. C - Care to explain, Glasses?"

"A - Aw jeez…"