As Rick continued to press kisses to the top of Morty's head, Morty could feel his face go warm. His heart had begun to pound a little harder and he felt embarrassed about being embarrassed. Rick didn't even know he was alive, let alone know how much he was loving being close to him, why was his face getting so hot? Abruptly, the sweet pecks stopped and Morty could smell the alcohol even stronger now, feel Rick's breath as he hovered close to his face.
"Morty?" His fingers pressed hard into the side of Morty's neck. All Morty could hear was a small, strangled noise and he fully expected to be tossed back into his own seat once Rick figured out that he was alive. Instead, he was startled by the sound of sobs and Rick pulling him even closer, squeezing his limp body. "F-Fuck you, God! Not today, bitch!"
They rode the rest of the way like this, Rick squeezing Morty tightly to his chest and continuing to press kisses into his hair and stroke his back soothingly, careful to avoid the bloody wound where the stinger had entered. There came a tingling sensation in Morty's face as the corners of his mouth moved into a small smile.