AN: Since most of the stuff that I write in this fandom is rather dark, I wanted some fluff for a change. So, I brought that up to my muse who was then all like "Sure! Just leave it to me!" and thus this story came to be…

Warnings: Rick/Morty (Cop Rick, which is my OC Cop Rick and not Rookie Cop Rick x Housewife Morty), humor, mutual pining, a little bit of angst/emotional hurt/comfort, eventual fluff and smut (this chapter is still sfw though…I think…mostly…)

Finding Love on the Citadel – Chapter 1: The Good Housewife Morty

A police car stopped in front of an apartment complex.
It wasn't one of the shabby apartments, but also not one of the luxurious kind.
Officially, there wasn't anything like classes on the Citadel, but this apartment building was for the middle class.

The door on the passenger side opened and a Cop Rick got out, briefly thanking the other Cop Rick in the driver's seat for the drop off.

"See ya tomorrow." He bid his good-bye before he slammed the door close again and the car drove off.

He made his way up to the third floor and reached the door to his apartment.
Fumbling a little with the keys he finally managed to unlock it and enter into his home sweet home.

"Oh, welcome home, Rick." His Morty greeted him after he took a seat in the kitchen. "Dinner's almost done. How was work?"

The boy stood at the stove and cooked something while wearing a frilly white apron over his yellow t-shirt and blue jeans.

"Y'know, it was work." He groaned a little.

At his grandson's frown, he began to elaborate and talk a little more about his day even though he didn't really feel like it. "It was just the usual. Had to chase a thug today for almost five blocks. The little fucker… And tons of paperwork. Just…the usual…"

Morty looked a bit worried at how tired his Rick sounded and went over to the table. "Do you want to eat first or do you want to take a bath?"

For a moment Rick only looked at him before he commented, "Wow, way to take the cliché role of a housewife there, Morty. Did you practice these lines?"

Morty frowned again. "No. I just want to help, Rick."

"Y'know, you'd be helping if you stopped being like your father and finally get a job. Not that my job doesn't pay good enough, but I can't be the only one providing here. Other Mortys work, too, you know?"

"The Job Assignment Center still hasn't called me back." The boy tried to defend himself.

The Job Assignment Center was exactly what it sounded like. It was the office that assigned all the Ricks and Mortys on the Citadel to jobs fitted for them based on their qualifications.
Or, so they say at least…

"Well, can't blame them. I'm sure they're having a tough time finding any place for you to work at after all the jobs that you've been kicked out of. Maybe if you wouldn't fail at everything you could keep working somewhere, too."

"I don't fail at everything!" Morty protested, but he knew that it was true.

He lost all of his previous jobs because he had messed up in one way or another. Most of the time, he had been just too clumsy like at that one place where he worked as a waiter and dropped the tablet, which was laden with plates full of food.
Maybe, if his employers wouldn't all be so strict, throwing him immediately out after one mistake and would give him a chance, he'd be able to keep a job longer than half a week.

"So, you're not failing at everything, huh Morty? To me it smells like you just messed up dinner now."

"Oh no!" Morty shouted, as the smell of burned food reached his nose, too, and he dashed back to the stove to put it out.

"I'm sorry, Rick." He said mournfully as he looked at the burned food in the pan.

And that after he had wanted to surprise his Rick with dinner when he came home from work.

"Whatever. Just gonna order a pizza. Tastes way better than any shit that you would have made anyway." Rick commented as he stood up to order said food.

"Okay. I'll run you a bath so that you can take it till the food arrives." Morty said, sounding hurt as he trudged into the bathroom.

The boy let the tub fill with warm water and added some bubble bath while he sat on the edge.
He wished he could do a little more for his Rick.
A blush rose up on his face as his thoughts unwillingly drifted to taking a bath with his grandfather together, soaping him up and massaging his stiff muscles with no barrier of clothes between them.
Willing these thoughts away again, he thought back on his mistakes. It wasn't like he was messing up on purpose.
He wanted to be useful to his Rick and was trying really hard, but it seemed like it was always not good enough no matter how much he tried…

White foam suddenly started to rise in his vision which snapped him out of his thoughts and he finally noticed that he was completely surrounded by a cloud of soap suds.
It seemed that he had added too much bubble bath.
Squeaking, he tried to fumble for the tap, which he couldn't immediately find because the foamy bubbles were blocking his view from it.
He felt his socked feet getting wet as the bathwater started to overflow, too and only after many blind attempts did his fingers finally find the tap to turn it off.

"Sheesh, Morty." Rick's voice came suddenly from the door. "You really have to mess up everything, don't you? Can't even let me have my bath."

"I'm sorry, Rick." Morty apologized shamefully.

Rick only sighed. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever…"

It was after dinner and after Morty had cleaned up the bath enough so that Rick could at least take a shower that both of them were sitting on the sofa in the living room and watching TV.
Rick was nursing a bottle of whiskey, glad that his shift was over since regulations forbid him from drinking during work – which was complete Rick-abuse by the way – and watched some stupid reality TV show with different Ricks, who all looked like some over-the-top drag queens.
Morty was less focused on the TV and instead was looking at his grandfather.

His Rick had changed in some simple sweater and pants after his shower and the boy almost felt a little disappointed at that.
He fully understood now what people meant when they said that men look even more attractive in uniform. It definitely applied to his grandfather and he really loved to see him in his police uniform.

Morty blushed a little again. There was no denying that he had developed a little crush on his Rick but given the circumstances, he couldn't even feel bad about it anymore.
After all, they were far away from earth and its social constructs and moralities.
Ever since they started to live on the Citadel of Ricks, Morty had noticed that it wasn't even all that unusual for Ricks and Mortys to be couples.
Considering that this place was solely inhabited by Ricks and Mortys it only made sense that that sort of things was just… a thing.

Still, even if it was something that was considered normal and not a taboo here, Morty couldn't find it in himself to confess his feelings to his Rick.
Of course, he knew that his grandfather lacked a moral compass like the next Rick and wouldn't be bothered by the fact that his grandson was having a crush on him.
However, Morty was sure that his Rick wouldn't return his feelings.
How could he, considering that the boy was a constant failure? Rick certainly was verbally ripping enough into him to constantly remind him of that fact.
It was more likely that he would start dating another Morty who was more capable instead of his own.

"Do I have something on my face?" Rick asked without looking away from the TV screen.

Only now, Morty realized that he had been staring. His face turned even redder. "Um, n-no."

Again, Morty felt like a complete fuckup even if he hadn't done anything this time. There was no way that his grandfather would ever want him the way that he wanted Rick.

"I'm going to bed." The elder suddenly said, whiskey bottle empty and standing on the small coffee table now.

Just as he stood up from the couch, Morty also jumped up. "M-me too!"

Rick didn't comment on it, only turned off the TV with the remote and then went to their bedroom.
Even if it wasn't the worst, their apartment was still pretty small and therefore they had to share a room. Morty didn't really mind though and if it was up to him, he would even have liked to share a bed with his grandfather.
As it was though, they both had a small bed on the opposite sides of the room.
In the beginning, Rick had even offered to let Morty have this room to himself and sleep on the couch in the living room, but the boy could convince him that it wouldn't be necessary and that they could just share it.

However, there were times when Morty would regret making that offer.
After all, how would you explain yourself to your grandfather when you were having a wet dream about him?
Luckily, for Morty though, Rick hadn't seemed to notice any of those yet.
And if he did, he had at least chosen to not comment about it…

Morty went through the local super market, his gaze switching between his grocery list and the products on the shelves, eyes always on the lookout for sales.
Since he didn't have a job, he was trying to be useful in other ways at least and so Morty would take over all the chores including grocery shopping.
He was trying to be really clever about the shopping and was one of those people, who would collect and cut out coupons in the papers and also look out for sales.

In a way, he thought that if he didn't bring any money into the house, he should at least try to spend as little as possible as compensation for it.
It would be just nice if his Rick would also appreciate that, but then again Morty didn't want to turn this into some big thing and therefore just kept it to himself instead of parading it around his grandfather.

Just as he passed by the shelf with the magazines, his eyes caught something. And it wasn't in the section with the porn mags where Mortys usually stopped and stared.
No, the magazine, which caught his interest, was displaying in bold, big letters something about a guide on how to become a perfect housewife.
Morty probably wouldn't have noticed it if his Rick wouldn't have said something about him trying to be a cliché housewife last night.

His curiosity piqued now, he grabbed the mag and skimmed a little through it…

Rick was at the police station and in a conversation with another Cop Rick – B-64.

"So, your Morty finally found a job?" the other asked.

"Nah. He's so clumsy. I actually doubt he ever will." Rick replied and rubbed over his face at the thought. "But, you know what? You won't believe this, but yesterday when I came home, he was cooking dinner and drew me a bath. Acting like a little housewife."

"Hah. That's cute. Wish my Morty would do that for me sometimes."

"I don't know, man. I'd be more happy if he stopped acting all weird and just finally find a job to keep himself occupied…"

A Morty Cop who was B-64's partner and sitting right next to the two Ricks had listened in on the conversation and decided to butt in. "Hey, I think there is more to it than you're Morty just wanting to help out in the household. I mean that, too, yeah, but I think he might have some ulterior motifs, you know?"

"Huh?" Rick was confused about this. "What do you mean with that?"

"Ulterior motifs. Pretty big words for a Morty there." B-64 mocked.

Cop Morty K-7α1 pouted at the remark, but answered, "Well… I mean… I had thought about trying this, too, for my Rick, you know. I mean the housewife-thing. But since it doesn't seem to work on you, I know that I can safe myself the effort…"

"Hey, I give you a solid advice." Rick B-64 grinned at him. "If you want your Rick to fuck you, all you have to do is strip naked, kneel before him and beg to suck his cock."

K-7α1 frowned in disbelieve at that. "…You're trying to pull my leg, right?"

"No, no! I'm serious. Gotta yet to meet a Rick who has been able to say no to that." Cop Rick B-64 said with such a wide grin on his face that the Morty still wanted to think that he shouldn't believe that, but was obviously confused.

Rick meanwhile had blocked their ongoing conversation completely out as he wondered if his Morty really was trying to hit on him.
Nah, the boy was just an innocent little dork. He couldn't possibly do this on purpose...

As Rick came home in the evening, he found Morty in kitchen, standing at the stove, cooking dinner and wearing a frilly apron again.
The big difference this time was that that was the only thing that he wore.

"Welcome home, Rick!" Morty turned his head around and greeted him while still stirring whatever he was cooking in the pan.

Rick sputtered at the sight, his face a bright red color. "Wha-wha—WHAT IS THIS?!"

"Huh?" Morty looked down at himself, blushing a little. "This is called 'Naked Apron Cooking'."

"I can see that! What I want to know is wh–" Rick was interrupted by the sound of an alarm as he sat himself shakily down in one of the kitchen chairs.

The alarm came from an egg timer.

"Oh! The roast beef is done!" Morty announced and quickly turned off the oven before grabbing a pair of oven mittens.

Rick had just started to nurse a bottle of Henessy as the boy opened the oven and bend down to take out the roast, causing the police officer to spit his mouth full of whiskey all across the table from the sight that he got.

"Jesus! Morty! Put some clothes on!" He yelled as he embarrassedly covered his eyes.

The boy looked at him disappointedly after he put the platter with the roasted beef down. "O-okay, Rick."

He turned off the stove and removed the pans with the potatoes and the sauce in it that were now also done cooking, lest they end up being burned again.

Grabbing an empty plate, Morty said, "At least let me serve you the food first—"

"No! Put your clothes on now, Morty!" Rick said while pointing a finger in the direction of their bedroom.

The boy flinched at the tone and looked hurt as he put the plate back down and went to get dressed in his usual clothes.

By the time that Morty was dressed again, he returned to the kitchen to see that Rick was already busy eating.
He grabbed and filled a plate for himself before joining his grandfather at the table.

Cutting off a bit of the meat and trying it, he asked, "Is it good?"

Rick grunted while he kept aggressively eating. "It's okay, I guess."

He didn't spare his grandson even a glance, practically ignoring him.

Morty had thought after the first bite that he did great and it was certainly the best that he had ever cooked, but Rick's words – and the gruff tone in which he said them – made it taste like nothing in his mouth.

Slow and almost numb, he continued to nibble on the food that he had spent hours on preparing…

Rick sighed as he sunk into the bathwater.
This time the bathroom wasn't a complete mess. The floor wasn't wet from the tub overrunning with water. There wasn't a monster-wall of soap suds, but a tolerable amount of it on top of the water. Heck, even the water temperature felt perfect, Rick had to admit.

Also, it smelled like Morty had bought a new bubble bath.
The scent was actually pretty nice and the water also felt slightly different. Smoother, maybe? If he had to guess, it was probably some sort of bathing oil.
It wasn't unpleasant though and Rick was able to really relax like this.

"Rick? I'm coming in now." Morty suddenly announced from beyond the door.

"What? Morty, if you have to use the toilet, you gotta wait till I'm done!" Rick shouted.

After all, the boy could have gone before Rick got in. He was the one who drew him the bath in the first place and who had told him to go in and he was also the one who would always complain when Rick came in to take a piss while he was in the shower. So, he really should respect Rick's privacy a bit more!

Those were the words that he wanted to throw at the boy when he entered the bathroom, but as Morty came in completely naked, they had all evaporated into thin air.

"Whe-whu-wha…?" He was at a complete loss for words.

"I just wanted to wash your back. And give you a little backrub so you can relax better." Morty said shyly with a blush on his face while avoiding looking into Rick's eyes.

Rick finally found himself capable of speech again. "I don't need your help to wash myself! It also doesn't explain why you're nake— not wearing any clothes!"

"Oh, c'mon, Rick. Can't you just let me do that for you?" The boy pouted.

"F-fine. But only if you explain to me what's going on here." The old man gave in, the sight just being too cute for him to say no to.

With a smile, Morty practically skipped over to him.

"Y-you really should put some clothes on though, Morty." Rick commented before he felt the soft small hands on his back.

Morty ignored those words and tried to massage his grandfather just above the shoulder blades in slow circles, but found that he couldn't reach him all that well from where he knelt next to the tub.

"Rick, I can't reach you very well like this. Can you scoot a little over so that I can get in with you?" He dared to ask.

Rick sighed, but answered, "I'm only letting you do this because you're gonna end up catching a cold if you keep kneeling there naked like that."

He made some room for Morty to slip in behind him and the boy didn't waste a second to get in.
Again, he put his hands on Rick's back and began to rub, trying not to think too hard about the fact that he had been daydreaming about doing this just the last evening.

"Are you gonna tell me what is up with you today now?" Rick asked slightly impatient even though he was starting to relax under the boy's ministrations.

If it would have been physically possible for him, Morty would have blushed even more than he already did now.
He honestly felt embarrassed about telling Rick, but remembered that he only allowed Morty to do this in exchange for answers so there was no way around it.

"Well, you know… I… um… You've said something about me acting like a housewife yesterday, remember?"

At the affirmative hum, he continued. "Well, when I went grocery shopping today, I saw a magazine in which stood how to be the "perfect housewife" and I thought that… maybe if I tried the advices from the magazine that I… well, just wouldn't mess up so badly anymore…"

Rick frowned at the explanation. While it was true that Morty hadn't epically screwed up this evening like he usually did, that weird housewife magazine sounded awfully suspicious.
He heard the boy grab the bottle of body wash and leather his hands up as he thought about how he should tell Morty that he was misunderstanding what was written in that shady-sounding mag.

Morty took his sweet time with lathering up, but just as Rick started to wonder about it, he felt skin contact on his back again. It wasn't just a pair of hands this time though.
No, Morty was rubbing with his entire torso against his back – heck, he thought that he could even feel the boy's wiener.
This made him abruptly break the contact and stand up in the bathtub.

"Goddammit, Morty!" He turned around and looked down at the boy who sat sprawl-legged in the tub. "You've been getting the entirely wrong idea with this, Morty!"

He took a shaky breath and was thankful that the soap suds were covering the center of his body as he continued. "This magazine and this entire stupid guide is obviously meant for women. Are you a woman, Morty? I mean sometimes I'm not entirely sure about that myself, but when checking between your legs I'd say you're not."

Morty was ashamed and closed his legs, realizing the kind of display he made.

"And second of all, this is meant for married couples! Which we are not! So, just stop acting like a moron now, get out here, put some clothes on and start behaving normal again dammit!" He said while pointing to the door. "I-I just hope that you didn't plan on getting weird with me tonight because the guide had a section about sex, too, that you read."

"N-no, I didn't…" Morty tried to defend himself.

Of course, the guide had a section dedicated to better sex, too, and he had seen it, but he hadn't really dared to think—well, at least not dared to read that yet.
He surely wouldn't have even dreamed about doing that with Rick… not tonight or anytime soon for that matter.
He really thought innocently about this whole thing even though taking a bath together was pretty bold.

"I-I'm really sorry, Rick." He apologized with his head kept low as he got out of the bathtub and grabbed a towel on the way out of the room to wrap it around himself.

Morty stood in front of the full-length mirror inside of the bedroom and looked himself over.
He wanted to think that he actually looked pretty cute in what he wore, but thinking what Rick might say to him if he saw him like this made him self-conscious.
After all, he had tried so hard today to not mess up and do everything right and like it was written in that magazine, but Rick still got angry with him.
The man had made it pretty clear what he thought about the advices that Morty had read through the entire day.
He still would have like to try though…

With a critical gaze, he looked down at himself.
He wore a baby blue negligee. The top part of it was white and lacy while the part below it was see-through and open in the front.
It came even with a gown that was also baby blue and see-through that could be worn over it.
The only thing that made Morty feel a bit uncomfortable about it was the equally blue and see-through thong that was also part of the set, mostly because it wasn't really hiding anything of Morty's "best part".
Unfortunately, he didn't have anything else that he could wear to this outfit. His tighty whiteys would look absolutely ridiculous in this combination.

He frowned and was sure that Rick would only made another crude remark if he were to see him wear this.
Just as he was about to slip out of the sexy nightwear and put on some normal pajamas, he heard Rick groan loudly.
So, he grabbed the gown and threw on it quickly before checking on is grandfather.

"Rick? What's wrong?" he asked as he peeked inside the kitchen.

Rick stood in front of the fridge and closed it with a sigh. "We're out of beer."

He turned around to look at his grandson and gaped.

"I'm sorry, Rick. I forgot to buy it when I was grocery shopping." Morty apologized, not really registering how Rick was looking at him since he felt too ashamed of himself for forgetting that. "I'll go and buy some real quick."

"Uh, M-Morty. You-you-you don't have to—" Rick stuttered, but the boy wasn't listening to him.

Morty grabbed his wallet, quickly threw on a long coat and then slipped into his shoes before he was already out the door.
Rick could only look after him with wide eyes and an open mouth, a blush still grazing his cheeks.

The twenty-four-hour super market was luckily just down the street so Morty didn't have to walk for long.
He grabbed a few bottles of the beer that he knew his Rick drank sometimes in the evening and then made his way to the cash register, which was thankfully empty.
The Cashier Rick seemed to be in a rather bad mood and greeted him very gruffly.
Still through the short exchange, Morty was friendly to him and smiled.
It seemed to warm the cashier up quickly as he didn't sound as gruff anymore when he handed him back his change.

"Here you go, kid."

"Thank you. I wish you a nice evening." Morty said and then left.

"Thank you. You, too." The Rick answered and actually smiled.

He watched briefly after the cute and friendly boy and then shook his head to himself, still smiling.

Morty hurried to get back home, but he hadn't gotten very far as suddenly a figure stumbled out of an alley and right in his way.
It was a homeless Rick. His thinned out, long, greasy hair hung past his shoulders and he was dirty, his clothes reeking strongly of urine, alcohol and other unpleasant body odors.

"Hey-hey, Mort. M-Morty." He came towards him, as if they knew each other personally, cornering the boy against a wall. "You-you're a good boy, Morty. You— 'M sure you've got some bills for your good old grampa. Right, Morty?"

Morty felt uncomfortable. He didn't want to give this Rick any money – he knew that he wouldn't just accept some loose cash anyways – but backed up against the wall as he was, he couldn't just run away either.
Most homeless Ricks were usually harmless, but some of them had the tendency to get aggressive fast and the boy hoped that he wasn't dealing with one of them.

"Wuz that you have 'ere?" The Rick slurred as he peeked inside the brown paper bag that Morty was clutching against his chest.

Examining the glass bottles inside a bit more closely, the Rick asked, "Is that beer?"

"Y-yeah. I-I've been buying it for my Rick." Morty stuttered and hoped that the other might leave him alone if he knew that his Rick was waiting for him.

The boy could already feel his heartbeat accelerating and he felt like he was close to hyperventilating. Feeling a panic attack quickly creeping up on him only made him more nervous and his grip on the paper bag tightened as he fought a losing battle in his mind.

"What a lucky Rick he must be to have his little errand boy make his errands." The Rick smiled and revealed that he had barely any teeth left inside his mouth. "But you should know that I don't drink this shit! S-so, just give me your money."

"N-no!" Morty protested, but obviously just words didn't help much in his current situation.

Too impatient on waiting for the boy to just hand it over, the homeless Rick was searching for his wallet. Without any warning, he practically ripped the coat open, intent on checking the inside pockets for valuables but stopped at the sight that revealed itself to him.

It was only now as Morty was exposed to the slightly chilly air that he suddenly remembered what he was wearing underneath his coat. Or, lack thereof.

"My, my, my. What do we have here?" The Rick's tone suddenly changed as he stared with a lecherous smile at what he had found. "You wanna be a real good boy for your grampa, huh Morty?"

Morty didn't like the tone in which this Rick spoke to him nor his weird smile or that stare. This sight had been meant for his Rick and only for his Rick. No one else.
As the bum suddenly started to reach out for him with grabby, dirty hands, his brain short-circuited.

"NO!" he shouted and like a reflex, he kicked the Rick between the legs right in the balls.

In the moment of shock, he also raised the bag and hit Homeless Rick on the head. Some of the bottles were shattering and the beer seeped through the paper bag and on the bum. The glass shards from the broken bottles might even pierced through it and cut the man, but Morty didn't pay him any more attention as he fled, running as fast as he could.

Rick walked into the hallway as he heard the entrance door and saw Morty leaning against said door, empty-handed. He lifted one side of his eyebrow at the sight, not really noticing that the boy was panting and trembling. Still trying to recover from the panic attack that he had just been through thanks to his unfortunate encounter.

"What is this, Morty? You leave the house to go and buy beer and then return without it? Leave it to you to mess up something as simple as buying something to drink."

"I-I'm sorry, Rick. I'll go to the Morty Mart in the other district and buy you some." He said, not able to suppress a sob.

Rick frowned and walked up to him, stopping the boy from opening the door as he had already turned around to leave again.
From this up close, he could see clearly that the boy was shaking and about to cry and he was sure that Morty wasn't acting like that because of his stupid remark.

"What happened?"

Morty looked briefly into his eyes before biting his lip and averting his gaze. His eyes were glossy from unshed tears and he was debating whether he should tell him what had really happened or just tell him a lie.
Remembering that Rick was able tell when he lied though, he decided to just explain what went down.

"I-I had already bought the beer and was on my way back home when a homeless Rick stopped me and pushed me against a wall. He wanted my money and then he opened my coat and saw what I wore and then he got suddenly all weird and he-and he tried to—" Morty couldn't continue and his tears finally broke loose.

He was sure that he didn't really need to explain further for Rick to understand.
The only thing that he was waiting for now was that his Rick would tell him that he had it coming for being so stupid to leave the apartment in those clothes. Telling him that this was what he deserved for being so dumb.
The words never came though.

Instead, he found himself wrapped up in the arms of his grandfather who held him tightly to his chest.
Morty hugged him back with all his might, sobbing openly into his sweater.

"Did he hurt you?" Rick asked, but Morty only shook his head, still refusing to let go.

After he had calmed down a little, he pulled back from Rick's chest. "I know this was entirely my fault. I shouldn't have put these stupid clothes on in the first place. I'm gonna go and change now."

He had pulled out of Rick's embrace and already started to unbutton the coat, revealing the sexy lingerie underneath.

Rick couldn't help but stare at Morty's body. "I-I don't think it's stupid. It-it-it looks good-it looks good on you."

The boy looked up at him with big eyes. "Really? You think so?"

"Y-yeah." Rick continued to stutter unintelligently. "I like-I like the color."

Well, that was kind of a no-brainer. Blue was Rick's favorite color and that wasn't a secret or anything. Morty knew that, too.
And that wasn't even what he actually meant to say.

"You look-um… you look cute in it." He admitted and couldn't tear his gaze away from the sight.

Morty smiled at that. "I'm really glad that you like it. I didn't really want anyone else but you to see me in this." He blushed as he said the last part.

Before Rick could reply anything to that, Morty yawned widely.

The police officer chuckled at the cute sight. "Okay, I think we should head to bed. It's gotten late."

Morty agreed with a hum and a nod of his head and both went into their bedroom.
They went to their respective beds and Rick pulled the sweater over his head before he made the mistake and peeked over to Morty's side.
Dumbstruck he just stood there shirtless and watched Morty cast off one soft layer of clothes after the other.
As the boy was completely naked, he looked over and saw that Rick was staring at him.

Rick blushed bright red but still couldn't look elsewhere.

"Rick?" Morty asked and walked over to him, still butt-naked.

He came so close that Rick jumped a little backwards only for the back of is knees to hit the edge of the bed so that he fell down to sit on the mattress.
His mouth went completely dry as he saw Morty kneel before him.

"Rick, can I—"

**"If you want your Rick to fuck you, all you have to do is strip naked, kneel before him and beg to suck his cock."**

"Yes, you can!" He blurted out too quickly before Morty could even finish his sentence.

"Really?" Morty smiled so brightly at him that Rick felt like a monster to agree to it.

"S-sure. W-whatever you want, Morty. Really." And Rick meant that like he said it.

For a moment, they only stared at each other before Morty cocked his head and asked. "Well, aren't you going to take your clothes off?"

"Y-ye-yeah! Sure thing, Morty!"

He stood up again and hastily pulled off his pants and boxers.
Now both being as naked the day they were born, they looked at each other again.
Morty still smiled so innocently up at him that Rick had to swallow audibly.

"C'mon. Lay down already, Rick." Morty said and almost laughed at the stupid expression that the other made.

"O-okay, Morty."

Sure, on the bed would be more comfortable for both of them. That much was obvious.
Rick didn't say anything as Morty turned off the light.
The boy was a shy virgin and even though Rick wasn't a fan of sex with the lights off he'd let Morty have this for now.
However, as the boy crawled in bed with him, covered them both with the blanket and turned to face away from him, he became confused.

"G'night, Rick." Morty whispered.

It was only when the boy's breath quickly evened out – signaling that he had fallen asleep – that Rick realized what Morty had wanted to ask of him.
He had wanted to ask if they could sleep together in one bed… naked… apparently… for whatever weird reason.

What Rick didn't know was that this was also part of the guide that Morty had read.

'Really great going, you fucking pervert!' Rick mentally chided himself.

Now he had to deal with a cute, naked boy in his arms and an insistent erection that refused to die down and no way to get rid of it without waking Morty up in the process…

AN: By the way, about the thing that Rick B-64 said – I hadn't planned to make it come up again later in the chapter but it just worked so perfectly for the scene even if he had been only meant as a dumb joke.