Sorry about that shitty thing I called a first chapter, lmao. I may go back and make it better some other time, but I'm sure you all would prefer I add another chapter to the mix. This one is better.. kinda.

If you want to see some scenarios where they get it on, make sure to let me know.

I hope you enjoy this chapter.


Morty was in the shower early the next morning. He and Rick had sex the previous night, and he didn't want his family to smell the stench left behind. Still, he couldn't believe the events of yesterday had actually happened. Thinking about it made Morty's member grow a little, and he found himself looking forward to their next session.

Rick was still asleep, otherwise Morty would be washing his sheets right now. Morty had to admit, Rick did look cute the way he was sprawled out on the bed and drooling on the pillow, even if that left Morty without ample room to stretch out. Rick was definitely less of a pain when he was snoring the day away, rather than getting drunk off his ass like he normally does.

He was just about to take care of his boner when he heard the door open. "O-occupied!" He said to whoever was entering, completely forgetting about his hard-on. Suddenly the sliding door opened to reveal Rick, naked, sweaty, and with a wicked bed head. "R-rick? What are you doing?"

"Getting in with you, what else?" He pushed past Morty then put his face in the jet of water, rubbing his face clean with his hands.

"What if someone catches us in here?"

Rick responded with a scoff. "You think I'd be that stupid, Morty? I made sure your mom and Summer were occupied." He looked down and noticed Morty's still-erect dick. To Morty's surprise, he knelt down. "Now, let me show you the proper way to suck someone off. Not that half-assed shit you did last night."

His tongue made contact with the tip of Morty's dick, and Morty shuddered. "You like that?" Rick asked, smugly. His grandson could only let out a whimper of anticipation of what was to come. Satisfied with Morty's "answer", Rick wrapped his lips around his grandson's dick and slowly inched down his length.

This was heaven to Morty. He'd never had his dick sucked before, and he was ecstatic that his grandfather was the one giving him his first. Soon Rick's pace quickened, leaving Morty with unimaginable pleasure. Without warning, Morty spilled his load down Rick's throat. He swallowed it all down, only a little bit trailing down his chin. "Jeez Morty, I barely got started." Rick grumbled, and Morty blushed.

Rick stood up, and craned his head down to meet his lips with Morty's. Morty tried to pull away, but Rick pinned him against the wall and kissed him deeper. Tasting yourself on another person was strange to say the least but, oddly, it turned Morty on. He slipped his tongue into Rick's mouth and grabbed Rick's hair to hold him in place; Rick returned the gesture.

"You wanna have a quick fuck?" Rick asked after he pulled away from the kiss, though it sounded more like a command than a question.

"Just shut up, Rick." Morty sighed, deciding to take a chance and force himself to be charge this time. Perhaps Rick wouldn't like that, but he was willing to take a chance. In a flash, Morty had Rick pinned to the floor of the shower. "You're my bitch now." He whispered in Rick's ear, then planted his ass to rest gently on Rick's rock-hard dick.

He looked at Morty, a little shocked - it wasn't like him to be the dominant type. Rick's face flushed and he broke eye contact, suddenly too shy to act accordingly. Morty, of course, took that as a sign of victory on his part. Slowly leaning forward, Morty planted a rough kiss, full of lust and perhaps something else, onto Rick's lips. Boldly, Rick reached his hands behind Morty and grabbed his ass, still savoring the kiss he was receiving.

Then, Morty stopped unexpectedly. He stopped kissing Rick and straightened up. He looked quite sheepish, but also a little sad too. "Rick," he began, "I r-really like you and-"

"Morty." Rick interrupted, using one hand to lovingly brush a piece of hair out of his grandson's face.

"Let me finish!" Rick shut his mouth, and dropped his hand. "I-I don't believe that love is fake. I think what I feel for you is the real deal and I want you to think that too! I-I know you probably think I'm stupid for crying-" He trailed off.

Morty got up off of Rick and turned around, a single tear trailed down his cheek. Rick stood up and hugged Morty from behind. "You little idiot," he squeezed Morty a little tighter, "O-of course I do. I was just sayin that shit. I don't mean it anymore."

"G-grandpa Rick," Morty turned off the water and wiped his tears away. "Do you really mean that?" He turned around, Rick's arms now wrapped loosely around his waist.

With a smile, Rick pecked Morty's soft lips. "Of course I do, squirt."


It was now after both Rick and Morty had gotten out of the shower. They didn't have sex again like they planned to because, according to Rick, Morty's crying killed his boner. Though Morty knew he meant it as a tease, he was a little disappointed that he suddenly started crying like that and he wanted to make it up to his grandpa Rick. Despite what happened, he was glad that Rick admitted that he didn't believe in that 'love is fake' horse shit.

They were sitting in front of the television now, watching something off of interdimensional cable. Morty couldn't focus on what was on, the shower and the crying left him a little sleepy. Or perhaps it was the fact that he was laying up against the man he loved, who was warm like he was a blanket fresh out of the dryer. It didn't help that Rick was gently running his fingers through his still-wet hair.

Their sheets and their clothes from last night's endeavors were in the washing machine. In the meantime, both Rick and Morty were in their underwear and had a blanket wrapped around them.

Morty couldn't keep his eyes open anymore. He slowly drifted off to sleep, wrapped in a feeling of what was his own personal heaven. He wished this feeling of completeness could last forever.