Rick woke up, feeling well rested and relatively content. The clock read 6:32 AM, which meant he had woken up before Morty but right in time for some waffles. Beth smiled at him as he came up to make a cup of coffee, bidding him a fond goodbye before heading off to work. She always left early - there was something happening in the horse hospital all the time, and she wanted to be the first one there to help any horse in need. His daughter was amazing, and how amazingly would she kill him if she found out about his obsession with her son. She would probably drag out the killing, too. Rick was fucked. Badly.
Jerry came into the room, dressed up for yet another interview. No one would hire him, but luckily Jerry spent full days job hunting, which left the house fairly quiet. Morty was sleeping in, apparently. Rick checked the calendar on the wall and discovered that the school was closed for the day. Teacher work day? Don't teachers work every day? Rick couldn't keep his thoughts on that for too long, he got bored thinking about school. So, Morty and him would have the day alone! He was almost positive Summer would go out with her friends or something for the day, so he knew that he and Morty would be getting some quality alone time.
Rick sat down on the couch, waiting for his eggos to pop out of the toaster. He slowly sipped his coffee, enjoying the fact that the sky was dark and the house was dimly lit. It was a cozy atmosphere, and the silence of the early morning gave him peace. He tried to clear his head of the past night's events, but he couldn't help but wonder if Morty watched those kinds of videos all of the time. He knew that there was some freaky stuff out there on the internet, but he didn't ever think about the possibilities when it came to porn. He was a simple Rick when it came to sex, compared to the others. He never strayed from human partners, and typically enjoyed the normal things. Normal being anal and vaginal sex and everything in between, but never BDSM type sex. That, however, did not mean he was opposed to the idea of doing those kinds of things… with Morty.
Groaning, he put his face in his hands and stretched back against the couch cushions. Maybe his feelings would go away and he would become a normal fucking grandpa. Maybe he would develop healthy feelings towards his grandson. Maybe… maybe he could go check his glasses to make sure Morty was asleep. Yeah, that was a good idea. He picked up his coffee, walked to his room and turned on the glasses. As he suspected, Morty was asleep. He switched cameras to get the large view of the room, and noticed that Morty was snugly sleeping with a pillow in his arms. Well, Morty liked to cuddle, that wasn't a surprise. Rick wished he could just push these feelings away.
Summer sluggishly made her way down the stairs and Rick took that as his queue to come out of his room, retrieve his waffles, and give her a quick hug as his greeting. He did, to which summer laughed lightly at.
"Look who's happy this morning. What's up, Grandpa Rick?"
"Oh, nothing sweetie. Just got a good sleep is all," Rick lied. He could never let her know his secret either. He would surely be killed by the whole family. Multiple times.
"Well, that's good. There isn't school today, but my alarm went off and I couldn't go back to sleep. Don't you hate when that happens?" Summer asked as she prepared herself a cup of tea and got out bread for toast. Rick nodded his agreement. He hated when he couldn't go back to sleep after being woken up. He was certain, though, that he would not hate it if he was woken up by Morty after an amazing night of sex.
"Grandpa Rick?" Summer asked. Rick had seemingly not heard what she had said after her initial question.
"What? Sorry, I must have zoned out."
"It's fine, I just wanted you to know that I'm going out to the mall with my friends today. I think we will be back kinda late. Sound good to you?" She asked.
"Sounds great, honey. Have fun." Rick smiled at her as she ate her toast and wondered why he didn't have inappropriate feelings for her. Maybe it was because he did not feel the need to protect her? She took care of herself well, and this Rick seemed to have an affinity for people who need someone to take care of them. Those people being one person, and that person being Morty.
Summer finished her breakfast and walked back up the stairs and into the bathroom to shower. Rick put his plate in the sink and went back to his room. Maybe Morty was awake? It was 7:00 and the sun was beginning to coat the sky in a pink haze. He put on the glasses to check and see. He nearly had a fucking heart attack when the camera turned on. Morty was sitting on his bed, looking at an assortment of sex toys. The bed was like a sand pit for grown ups.
On the bed were several dildos, two types of anal beads, four butt plugs, and two remotes. Rick was practically drooling where he stood, holding his bed frame with shaky hands. This kid was literally going to make him seize. Someone would find him dead on the floor, drowning in his own spit at the sight before him. He watched as Morty carefully picked out the butt plug made of metal. It wasn't small by any means, but not large either. He pulled down his pants to reveal he was wearing no underwear, and gently placed the plug at his hole. Rick was breathing hard and was almost certain he would faint.
Morty began to push the toy in his small asshole, and he gave a small whine as it bottomed out. The plug nestled right up against his pink hole and he tugged at it to make sure it didn't come out. His eyes bugged out as his ass stretched when he pulled, so Rick figured Morty knew it was secure. The teen picked up a small silver remote and pressed a button. Rick saw him jolt and heard the faintest of moans escape his small cherry lips. Morty pressed the button a few more times before he looked relaxed again. So, the vibrating plug had settings. Rick felt a wave of pure need hit him, and he knew that he had to have that remote, even if it was the last thing he did. He knew exactly how to get it, too. He took off his glasses, put them in a drawer by his bed, and made his way upstairs to Morty's door. He knocked and heard a small "yeah?" come from inside the room.
"Oh! You're awake!" Rick said with fake surprise.
"Yeah! Come in, Rick!" Morty called. He was sitting at his own desk, checking his school email. Rick was proud that Morty had hidden his toys so well and so quickly. Kids sure were sneaky with things like that anymore. Rick saw the small remote on the bedside table and slowly walked around the room, pretending to look at the pictures on the walls. He looked at the picture above the bed, and quickly picked up the remote and slid it into his pocket. Morty turned and looked at him, smiling.
"What are the pl-plans for today, Rick?" Morty asked as he shut his laptop. He turned towards his grandfather, smiling sweetly. Rick could look at that face until he died, which would probably be soon because a heart attack at this point did not seem like a far off possibility.
"I-I was thinking we could just chill at-at home today, actually," Rick said. He put his hand in his pocket, toying with the idea of pressing the button. But the day was still young, and the possibilities were nearly endless. He smirked to himself about the sudden power he wielded over Morty.
"Sounds like a plan to me, Rick. A day o-off would be nice!" Morty stood and walked past Rick to go downstairs. Rick enjoyed the view of the kid's ass in his sleep clothes. The silky pants outlined his small butt so nicely, in Rick's opinion. Rick suddenly remembered that Morty was not wearing any underwear. Oh, how easy it would be to just lightly pull on those thin pants and see Morty in all his naked glory. Rick felt like a real perv but decided to not care about it. He had made it this far, why not go all the way when it came to his imagination?
The day began with some morning cartoons from the V-110B dimension. They had the best cartoons for high schoolers. Full of dark humor and jokes about suicide. Rick watched right along with Morty, relishing in the buttery sound of Morty's laugh. Morty went back upstairs after a while to brush his teeth and wash his face, and Rick began to wonder if he should use his new toy or not. He decided against it, thinking of a better time to use it instead.
"Mooo-orty?" Rick called from the couch. He knew what he was doing and hopefully the events would go as he planned.
"Yeah Rick! I'll be down in a minute!" Morty replied from the open bathroom door. Rick took this as his chance and made his way to the bottom of the stairs. The word one could use to describe his stance would be predatory. Rick, of course, was possessive of his Morty, but he had nearly total control over him now. The best part of it all was that Morty had no idea, but he would soon know how much of him truly belonged to Rick. Morty made his way to the top of the stairs and Rick felt himself swallow hard when he saw that the kid was shirtless. He smiled up at Morty, who ran into his room to throw on a thin blue shirt over his jeans. He came down the stairs and stood in front of Rick who, momentarily, was speechless. His eyes bore into the teen like he was begging Morty to make him stop, but Morty knew nothing of what he was going to do.
"S-sorry, I wanted to get some-somewhat decent. Couldn't spend all day in pj's," Morty said with a small laugh. Rick was toying with the remote in his pocket, thumb grazing over the button gently in circular motions. Rick nodded his agreement and made one last fleeting glance in the kid's eyes before pressing the button. His stomach dropped and his heart fell right along with it when the kid grew flushed and yelped.
"S-something wrong? You okay?" Rick asked hurriedly, feigning his concern. He couldn't help the slight blush that dusted his cheekbones at the reality of the situation he found himself in. He put his hand on the kid's shoulder, which elicited a jump from said kid.
"A-aa I am oooo-okay!" Morty stuttered out loudly. "I got-gotta go to my room for a second! I j-just forgot m-m-m-my phone! Yeah!" He ran up the stairs and slammed the door behind him. Rick slumped against the wall, pulled out the remote and smiled at it. Putting it back in his pocket, he walked to his room and put on the glasses to see what the damage was. He saw Morty frantically searching his room for the remote, and that made Rick laugh a little. Poor thing. He decided to show some mercy and pressed the button a few times and turned it off. He saw Morty physically relax and put his hand to his forehead in confusion.
"Rick?" Morty called from his room. Taking off the glasses, he came to the base of the stairs and called back up to him.
"Yeah Morty?"
"I think I lost something important!" Morty said. Rick knew exactly what he lost. He knew how to fix the problem, too. Rick formulated a plan to make a copy of the remote that legitimately worked but still let him use the real one as well.
"What did you lose?" Rick walked up the stairs and asked by Morty's closed door.
"I lost a remote for… for my lights in my room! M-mom had some new lights installed that d-don't use the switch on the wall a-and now I c-can't find it." The kid was a terrible liar, really.
"Y-you mean this?" Rick opened the door and handed him the remote. Morty's eyes bugged out and he gasped.
"Y-yes! W-where did you find it?" He sounded nearly manic.
"In the bathroom. Y-you should be more careful, Morty," Rick said, eyes slightly hooded. He was going to die, surely. Morty couldn't help but grind every gear in his body in the best ways, could he? He had already gotten a scan of the remote with his glasses, and when Morty went back to school the next day, he would make the fully functioning copy. Morty took the remote and put it on his desk, making sure to set it just right so he would remember where he put it. He looked back at Rick and smiled.
"Thank you, Rick. I was about to be-be in trouble with mom." He laughed, sounding legitimately relieved.
"No problem Morty." Rick made his way back down the stairs and sat back down on the couch, switching the channels, finding nothing good. Seriously, for endless dimensions, there wasn't anything good on the damn TV? Ridiculous. Morty meandered into the kitchen and huffed loudly.
"H-hey Rick, wanna order some pizza? We have nothing good in the fridge." Morty leaned on the counter, waiting for Rick to reply.
"Yeah let's get some motherfuckin' pizza!" Rick got up from the couch and picked up the phone, ordering a large pizza with pepperoni, Morty's favorite. The pizza got there in record time and they both settled themselves in the garage, fiddling with gadgets and eating their lunch. Rick was explaining why time travel was strictly off limits, and he was in the middle of talking when he saw some pizza sauce on the corner of Morty's mouth. He leaned over, without thinking, and swiped the sauce off with his thumb and made the distinct mistake of making eye contact with the kid when he did it.
Morty's eyes were wide and his pupils were dilated greatly. Rick found himself about to drool and backed away, wiping his thumb off on a nearby napkin. He really had wanted to taste the kid on his lips and lick the sauce, but managed to exert great restrain. He couldn't blow his cover and ruin both of their lives.
"S-sorry, grandparental instinct." Rick shrugged and then continued explaining time travel and all of the ways it could potentially create a black hole that could destroy the whole universe. In the midst of his explanation, Morty was staring at him in a way he had never stared before. The kid slowly began to eat his pizza again, and Rick found himself looking at his lips every few moments. They were plump and shiny from the oil in the pizza, and he was certain that Morty tasted even better than any pizza he had ever had in his life.
Morty asked questions about this and that and soon enough they were in deep discussion about how other Ricks and Mortys were being born all the time and how they existed throughout all of time and space.
"S-so, there are some Mortys who are o-older than some Ricks?" Morty asked. Rick nodded and reached to get a bottle of purple liquid from a dimension known for its strong liquor. He took one drink and was nearly completely drunk. He loved it.
"Can I have some too, Rick?"
"Kn-knock yourself out," Rick slurred. He handed the bottle to Morty, and he took a bigger drink than Rick did. Rick sobered up for a moment to snatch the bottle away from him before he got too drunk to function.
"H-hey, Rick! Nn-noo fa-*hic*- fair…" Morty waved his arm pathetically towards the bottle but ended up leaning too far forward and slumped onto the ground. Rick noticed that Morty's little butt was slightly raised compared to his head and couldn't help but have the image of last night flash through his brain. He leaned back in his chair and watched Morty push himself onto his elbows and try to focus on the man above him.
"H-hiiiii, Rick!" He smiled up at him and swiftly (but not gracefully) stood to walk right up to Rick and sit on his lap. Rick froze. This was not supposed to be happening. Morty hugged him and began to pet his hair. Rick shuddered and was gripping the arms of his chair so hard that he was almost positive he dented the cheap plastic it was made out of.
"Your hairrr… is s-sssoft, Ricky," Morty cooed. Rick felt himself blush and look up at the face so close to his. Morty's lips were a cherry pink, soft and wet from the remains of the alcohol. His small hands carded through the old man's blue hair, scratching ever so often in the most pleasant way. Rick found himself staring wide eyed at the young man in his lap. His hands found his way to resting on Morty's thighs, but not too high up. He gripped the kid slightly, feeling his fingers press into soft yet firm muscle. Morty looked down into his eyes and giggled.
"Ha, R-Rick you're fun tooo…. to hang o-out wiiith." The teen slumped into Rick's rigid chest, and Rick suddenly found himself with a lap full of a sleeping drunk high schooler. Great.
