Warning: I had to up the rating for the second chapter because this contains Rick/Morty smut. Also dirty talk and daddy kink, so if you don't want that then don't read it please :)

AN: Well, someone wanted to see a second chapter and my muse refused to let go of this, too, so here it is!

…even though it's probably not what you wanted to see ^_^'

Ricking the Routine – Chapter 2: A Change

For Storage Rick today was nothing special. It was just like every other day in his boring and monotonous life.

He had breakfast with his bunch of abandoned Mortys – they had his favorite, pancakes with maple syrup – and then he operated the Morty Fusion Machine to clean it out by extracting two Mortys from it that he handed over to a Rick who also worked for Morty Inc. and was taking shipments to Blips and Chitz.

Then he opened up the shop, made sure to give the Mortys instructions so they would work and then let business roll by like usual.

He didn't have any special customers, didn't get to see any new types of Mortys that he hadn't seen yet and didn't receive any new bullshit that he wasn't already used to.

There was also nothing new or exciting that happened during one of his breaks in which he let a Morty take over the counter so he could exchange his toothpick with a cig. Neither transpired anything unusual at lunchtime.

It was all the same old same old and eventually it was evening again.

After making sure that, the Mortys knew that it was bedtime and to keep quiet, he dropped off into bed again.

Today he felt a bit more worn out since the business had been rather busy and straining so it was no surprise that he was sound asleep mere minutes after his head hit the pillows.

Rick startled awake by the sound of the door to his room opening.

Damn him for being such a light sleeper, but in the past, this quality had saved his ass a bunch of times.

Sleepily, he blinked his eyes in the darkness to make out the silhouette of a Morty – like usual.

In the dark it was a bit harder for him to identify which type of Morty it was since he had no defining features on him that would distinguish him from an average Morty at first glance.

After scanning the figure carefully, he could see that the t-shirt as well as the hair were a bit darker than it should look like and he was finally able to pinpoint who stood in front of him.

It was a Blue Shirt Morty and not any Blue Shirt, but the one that he got out of the cryogenic sleep today because the pickup was overdue and he hadn't seen that Rick visit the Day Care ever since he deposited his Morty.

Rick wasn't surprised that the boy showed up. It were usually the ones that were new to being abandoned that would approach him on their first night here to find comfort in the presence of a Rick.

Even though they basically knew that Storage Rick wasn't their Rick, they probably pretended whatever they wanted for the sake of feeling a little better – even if it was only for one night.

Being a good Rick and less of an asshole than most of the others, he easily offered those Mortys the comfort that they sought.

Therefore, he didn't hesitate to let the approaching Morty crawl in his bed and he also didn't think anything bad when the little guy immediately snuggled into the side of his body.

Rick was ready to fall asleep again despite the restless little fingers that were gliding over his clad chest and stomach. However, when the digits slid underneath his wife beater, pushing the garment up and soft lips came to join them on his warm skin, Rick was suddenly wide-awake.

"Hold on there! What the hell do you think you're doing?!" he protested as he shoved the hands and face off of his body.

"Don't you like it?" the Morty asked and blinked innocently up at him.

Rick sat up and rubbed with his left hand over his face, looking at the boy through his fingers. "That's not what I asked you, dammit!"

"So you do like it?" the brunet asked in a now hopeful voice.

"As I just said that's n—Hey!"

Without waiting for a reply the boy's hands and lips were back on Rick's skin again.

As the elder tried to push him off again, Morty looked with puppy dog eyes at him and said "I just want to make you feel good~"

At the same time, one of the brunet's hands wandered to Rick's crotch and squeezed him gently.

Storage Rick groaned at the contact.

Unfortunately, he remembered at this moment that it had been a while since he had been with a woman… or man… or one of the other 50-something genders that existed in the known universe – anything really.

His job didn't really allow for him to go out and have much fun at least not since those stupid new security measures were in place.

Fuck! If the boy was so eager for this then maybe, he should just let him do whatever he wanted. As he long as he didn't rip or bit Rick's dick off, he could really care less.

So, with a sigh he gave in and laid back down again.

"Fine, but don't complain afterwards that this traumatized you or that I forced you to do this or such bullcrap."

Not answering verbally, Morty went back to caressing Rick's body with hands and lips.

He pushed the white tank top all the way up so he could have better access to every inch of Rick's chest and focused his efforts on the older man's nipples.

Rick moaned softly as one sensitive nub was teased by nimble fingers and the other was lavished by a moist tongue. That tongue was quickly replaced by a hot sucking mouth and some teeth who lightly bit him.

The attention was soon switched from one side to the other as the fingers danced over the moist and erect nipple while the other pebble also got its fair treatment.

Rick would lie if he said that these ministrations didn't feel good. It made him wonder if this Morty was probably not a virgin anymore unlike most other Mortys.

After both nubs were thoroughly tortured and teased that amazing mouth went southwards. On his descent, he made sure to linger at all of Rick's sensitive spots, kissing and nipping at them and all the while humming gently.

Yeah, Rick was convinced that this wasn't Morty's first time. He wondered what kind of relationship he actually had with his owner and how in the world that Rick could have been so stupid to just abandon this boy. The Morty clearly had all of Rick's weak spots memorized and that was quite impressive.

It didn't take too long before Morty reached the waistband of Rick's boxer shorts. The boy tugged on the garment and his older lover lifted his hips up dutifully to help pulling the annoying piece of clothing further down. As soon as the cloth slipped over the very obvious bulge, Rick's erection sprang free and bobbed a little back and forth.

Morty looked hungrily at the meaty pole as all nine inch stood proud and tall right in front of his eyes. Unconsciously the boy licked his lips at the sight and Rick lifted one side of his unibrow – he couldn't remember that anyone ever showed that reaction to seeing his cock.

Without looking away from the impressive erection Morty's right hand reached out and gave the shaft a few massaging strokes. Again, Storage Rick moaned softly from the feeling.

The boy moved his head a little closer and with a smile, he watched a bead of precum form at the tip. He licked it off with a quick swipe of his tongue.

Morty shifted his gaze from Rick's member to his eyes now as he gave the tip a little kiss before he let it slip into his mouth and gave a few sucks while his hand still pumped the shaft.

"Oh shit…" Rick moaned.

This really felt unbelievably good and it took all of his self-control to not just thrust his length into that hot wet mouth.

Still without breaking his gaze Morty continued to suck on the head also adding his tongue now and swirling it around the ridges, teasing the slit every once in a while.

Eventually the boy wasn't satisfied with just those actions anymore and released the tip from his mouth. Instead, he replaced the hand on the shaft with his tongue as he licked up and down and even paused to suck on the underside of the length.

The sensation of his still wet tip as it was cooling from the air in the room felt weird in comparison to the hot mouth and tongue on his shaft, but somehow it only added to Rick's pleasure.

After making sure that every inch of the big cock was thoroughly lavished and covered in saliva, Morty went back up to the glans and took it in his mouth again. This time he didn't just stop at the head though as he slowly took in the entire length, teasing every inch with his tongue as he went down.

Relaxing his throat muscles, the boy didn't stop before his nose touched the bluish-white pubs. He swallowed around the member in his mouth and to his satisfaction heard Rick groan very loudly from that move.

Then he started to move his head back up till he reached the tip only to go down again and taking all of it back deep into his mouth and the back of his throat. All the while, he swirled his tongue, occasionally lightly grazing his teeth over the skin and adding a hum to cause vibrations to course through the shaft.

To add even more to Rick's pleasure, he reached down with one hand to cup the wrinkly, hairy balls and slowly started to massage them.

Rick didn't even know anymore what sounds he made nor did he care or try to hold them back as the boy literally fucked his mouth on his cock.

He had to focus all of his willpower to hold back from just thrusting wildly up into the wet heat.

Damn, he was getting so close. Just a little bit more…

As if Morty could read his mind, he suddenly stopped his ministrations and pulled his mouth off of his dick again. A string of spittle still connected his lower lip and the head of Rick's straining erection as he looked up at his older lover.

"Rick, please fuck me." Morty said.

"Whoa, whoa! Hold on for a second there!"

If the boy wanted to suck his dick that was one thing. But fucking him?

It's not like you weren't allowed to fuck a Morty if consent was given, but that wasn't really Rick's problem here. He just didn't consider himself to be Morty-sexual and wasn't really into this thing unlike some other Ricks.

Even though he was as hard as a diamond right now and really wanted to get off, but like this?

"Do we really—I mean isn't it fine like this?" he referred to the blowjob "I'll even return the favor, if that's what you want."

"I want you to fuck me, Daddy."

Rick growled.

Fuck.

Screw this shit!

Morty-sexual or not if the boy wanted a good fucking then that's what he'd get.

"Wanna ride me, babe? You wanna bounce up and down on my cock?" he asked in a deep and husky voice.

"Hmm~ Yes! I'd love to, Daddy." Morty moaned as he crawled up on his body.

This boy really seemed to have a daddy-kink, but then again so did Rick.

Morty quickly stripped out of all of his clothes and flung them carelessly in one corner of the room. Rick's eyes wandered hungrily over the exposed flesh despite his better judgment.

He'd seen Mortys completely naked so often – heck, he saw that daily – and while the boy's body wasn't the most attractive one that he had ever laid eyes on, the sight still seemed to arouse him more. Rick really wondered what was so different this time.

Maybe it was the flush on his cheeks, the little sheen of sweat that already covered his skin or maybe the proud erection that was bobbing with every movement and was already leaking with precum?

He couldn't really tell and quite frankly he didn't care.

Morty moved back on top of him and positioned himself so that he was kneeling right above Rick's crotch and reached with one hand down to grip the hard boner.

Just as the boy guided the tip of the cock to his entrance and was about to sit down on it, Rick stopped him.

"Hey, hey. Not so fast there. As much as I love your eagerness you can't just take me in dry like this."

Even if most of Storage Rick's rational thoughts were out of the window thanks to his arousal, he still had enough mind to think about this.

So, he reached over to the drawer of his nightstand and produced an unopened tube of lube. Yeah, it was really due that he finally got some action again.

"Lemme prepare you." He offered as he unscrewed the tube.

"If that's what you want." Morty only answered with a mischievous smile.

The boy had seemed about ready to take Rick without any lube or preparation and Rick wondered if he was just so used to getting fucked like this that he didn't mind or if he still was a virgin after all and had no idea how painful it would be to get fucked dry. The old man knew from experience that it's going to hurt like a bitch and he wouldn't put Morty through this even if the boy told him that he wouldn't mind. After all, he wasn't an asshole. He was a better Rick than that.

Though, right now he didn't know what kind of Rick he was for doing what he was about to do.

After generously lubing up three of his fingers, Rick discarded the tube for now and reached with both hands to Morty's behind.

One hand found its way on the boy's ass cheek and pulled on it to give his other hand easier access, which immediately wandered to the cleft. The lubed fingertips stroked over the puckered hole for a little bit before the first finger slowly pushed inside.

Rick was a bit surprised at the lack of resistance as his digit easily slid in all the way up to the knuckle.

Morty moaned and leaned down till his body was resting on top of the older.

"Nghn~ Feels so good, Rick~"

The boy nuzzled his cheek against his chest and Rick could feel how hot Morty's skin felt against his own. It wasn't only the boy's face though.

Thanks to their close body contact in this position – every inch of their skin pressed tightly together – Rick could feel all of the heat radiating from the smaller body and it felt like it threatened to consume him.

Swallowing, he tried to focus back on the task at hand – literally.

He removed the single finger and slowly shoved it back in again, trying to cover the tightening walls with as much lube as he could in the process. Not too long after, he added a second finger and repeated the motions.

Carefully he scissored the two digits to open the boy up more.

Morty was moaning and mewling from all of his ministrations, not showing a single sign that he was uncomfortable or in pain.

God, how were those sounds so damn fucking hot?

Rick tried to ignore it in favor of continuing his self-imposed assignment. However, when the boy moved his head upwards and started to suck on a really sensitive spot on his neck it became gradually harder for him to just ignore Morty and focus on preparing him.

He hoped to get a small break from this and crooked his fingers, aiming for the boy's sweet spot.

"Aghn, Rick!" Morty practically screamed and he knew that he had found it.

However, this didn't deter the boy to go back and suckling on his neck, this time on another sensitive area.

Rick just gave up and added a third finger, trying to get through this process as quickly as he could without unnecessarily hurting Morty.

Again, he pumped his digits in and out of the boy, twisting them to open him up enough for his huge cock.

Morty was moving back against him, fucking himself on his fingers in earnest.

These actions made the boy's erection rub against his own with every movement and Rick thought that he was going to lose his mind.

'C'mon, Rick. Keep it together.' He mentally scolded himself.

He needed to concentrate on finishing preparing Morty.

Then he could finally fuck the boy and find the sweet release that his body craved so much right now.

With a last deep thrust of his fingers and stretching out the hole as much as he could, Rick deemed his job done and withdrew his digits completely.

"Okay. I think you're ready for me, baby."

At those words, Morty stopped his actions on Rick's neck – though not without one last hard suck – and lifted himself up again.

Rick reached for the discarded tube on the bed and unscrewed it again to lube up his cock, but the boy beat him to the punch as he took it right out of his hands.

"Let me do it." He only said and squirted some of the gel-like substance in his hand.

Fine. If the boy wanted to, he wasn't going to argue with that.

Morty abandoned the tube and warmed the lube in his hand before he went to apply it on Rick's dick. He slathered the shaft with teasing strokes before he moved to massage the head, twisting his wrist while he did so.

The boy's talented hand drew another round of moans and groans deep from within Rick's throat.

God, this was really getting too much…

"That's enough, babe. If you don't stop now I'm gonna cum." Rick warned.

Morty stopped teasing the hard dick in his hand and positioned his entrance over it again, guiding the tip towards his puckered hole. Without any interruptions this time, the head slipped in and the boy lowered himself slowly to take more of the length inside him.

His face didn't reflect any pain or discomfort, just lust and pleasure.

After he had a little more than half of the cock inside, he just plopped himself down and took the rest in one swoop.

Rick's hands immediately shot out and harshly grabbed his hips, keeping the boy perfectly in place with an iron grip.

"Fuck! So hot and tight, baby!" he practically shouted.

He tried hard to keep his hips still to let the boy adjust, but Morty didn't make it any easier.

"Oooh! You're so big, Daddy! I love it!" he shouted in complete ecstasy.

By the looks of it, his little charge didn't really need any time for adjustment. He was ready and eager to go.

So, he loosened his grip on the hips so that the boy had the freedom to move. And move he did.

Morty lifted himself up only to drop down again. He quickly built up a rhythm, bouncing up and down on Rick's cock.

"Aah! It feels so good, Daddy!" the boy moaned as he rode his older lover enthusiastically.

"Shit! You're so good, babe!" Rick groaned in reply.

The boy rode him hard and with vigor and if Rick still had had doubts about Morty being a virgin then at least now he knew for sure that it wasn't his first ride. He knew exactly what to do, knew exactly how to move to make Rick lose his fucking mind.

Just as his orgasm was getting in close reach, Morty suddenly slowed his pace.

The boy moved slower up and down on Rick's length, the movement shallower than before until he almost stopped.

Rick wanted to question what was wrong, but when he looked up at Morty the boy only grinned naughtily at him.

He had stopped his movements altogether now, sitting on Rick's cock with the hard length deeply buried inside him and only continued slowly rolling his hips.

The little fucking tease!

Morty was teasing him, knowing full well what he was doing to Rick and even though it still felt heavenly it wasn't enough for him.

With a loud growl that was more reminiscent of a beast than an actual human being, he toppled the boy over without breaking their connection.

Since Rick was on top now he didn't hold back anymore and fucked Morty wildly – like an animal in heat – into the mattress.

"Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me, Daddy!" the boy spurred his lover on.

"Fuck! So good, baby!" Rick groaned loudly in a deep voice.

Again and again he rammed into his smaller lover's ass, feeling the walls tightening around him deliciously with each thrust.

Without really noticing it, Morty wrapped his arms around his neck and pulled him down for their first kiss. Rick didn't even think about it, his tongue delving quickly into the boy's mouth and tasting and exploring everything that Morty had to offer to him. He moaned inside the boy's mouth at the delicious taste.

The kiss was as wild as the fucking, all frantic movement, open mouth and running drool. Neither of them minded it though.

Lack of air made Rick separate himself from the boy's lips again even if everything inside his body protested against it.

He kept plowing into the tight heat until he finally reached his long awaited climax.

With a filthy groan, Rick emptied his balls deep inside Morty, filling the little hole with his cum to the brim and then some.

Morty squealed as he felt his lover's semen flooding him. The sensation was enough to also send him over the edge. White thick streaks spurted between their bodies, covering their stomachs and chests in the sticky fluid.

Rick collapsed on top of his smaller lover and it took him a moment to recover before he rolled off of Morty. The boy followed his motion quickly and snuggled into his side again, resting his head on Rick's chest.

The elder gently ran a shaking hand through the sweaty brown curls, trying to gather his breath and his thoughts after that mind-blowing orgasm.

Shit! He knew that he had always complained that he was sick of the same routine every day and that he wanted a change.

However, he would have never thought that the change would be something like this.

Even if it wasn't what he had anticipated as he looked down at the already dozing Morty, he thought that it wasn't such a bad change after all…

AN:

Okay, not too sound too arrogant, but this piece here is my fucking magnum opus! At least as far as my smut goes…so, please don't expect ever that I could write something better than this because that would be impossible for me.