Morty watched Rick disappear into the pawn shop. His mind was still reeling from what the scientist had said earlier. "It was a mistake." The words echoed in his head. He felt like running away and never returning but he couldn't because there was something that just didn't add up. He'd seen it in Rick's eyes the night before, right before he'd kissed him and in the moment when he fled. Rick had wanted it. He'd wanted Morty and Morty just couldn't understand what had changed that. He climbed out of the ship and lit a cigarette. Leaning against the ship, he noticed that the alien cashier inside was staring at him strangely so he turned away slightly and rubbed the back of his head.
His head was still aching from his hang over and he pinched the bridge of his nose, clenching his eyes shut. How much had he drunk anyways? As he thought back on the night, something occurred to him. How had he gotten to bed? That's when he remembered everything. The feeling of Rick bandaging his wound's gently. Rick carrying him to bed and tucking him in. Asking Rick to stay and lastly, telling Rick he loved him.
He had told Rick he loved him. Shit. Shit. Shit! Everything suddenly made sense. Rick was hiding from him. Trying to drive him away because above all else, the man could not deal with intimacy. Morty had seen it with his mom and Morty had gone and spilled his guts to the man. He knew that it was just a part of who Rick was but it hurt so much, knowing that instead of talking to him, he'd rather push Morty away but maybe he didn't want to talk to him. Maybe he was disgusted. Maybe he really did think it was a mistake… The thought broke his heart even more. Before he could think on it any longer, the stores door flung open and Rick walked out looking more pissed than ever.
Morty climbed back into the ship without a word and they took off. All he could think about on the ride back to the cabin was the way Rick had kissed him but it didn't matter because apparently it had been a mistake. As the ship landed, he wasted no time making his way into the cabin. He turned to walk to his room but then froze. The memory of last night kept playing over and over and he found his body wouldn't move. He heard Rick walk in behind him and before he even knew what he was doing, he was shoving Rick backwards and onto the couch.
He could feel his anger and sadness spinning out of control and he couldn't stop himself even if he wanted to. He climbed into Rick's lap and crushed their lips together, hoping, praying that Rick would kiss him back but he didn't. Instead he pushed the boy away. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that Rick could kiss him and throw him away like he was nothing. It wasn't fair that he had to feel like this. He felt the tears that had been threating to fall slip over his cheeks and down his face.
"You're full of shit Rick." His mouth moved on its own and he barely heard the word's leave his lips. He leaned forward and pressed his face into the crook of Rick's neck. "You're full of shit and I love you Rick." He whispered and found that it only made him sob harder. "I lov-love you so fucking mu-much and I don't mean a thing to you." He choked out. Suddenly, the room shifted and he was being pushed onto his back against the couch. In an instant Rick was on top of him. He paused for a moment, as if contemplating something and then he was leaning forward and kissing him once again with a low growl.
Morty had never been more confused in his whole life and yet he wasted no time pushing back into the kiss. Rick had one hand balancing himself to the left of Morty's head and the other cupping his face gently. He realized his own hands hand found their way up the back of Rick's shirt and he dug his nails into the man's skin, eliciting another soft growl from the man. "I'm sorry, I-I'm sorry." Rick murmured in between planting light kisses to the boy's lips.
"I-I-I didn't-I couldn't and-." He tried to explain but Morty cut him off. He pulled away from the man to look him straight in the eyes. "Did you mean it?" he whispered and it took Rick a second to figure out what he was referring to. He shook his head vigorously. "No…God no…" he replied and that was enough for Morty. He reached up and grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him down. He felt all the despair and anger the day start to dissolve but it wasn't enough. Rick was barely touching him and he kissed him like he was afraid that the boy might break but Morty wanted more, he needed more.
He pulled away with a slick pop and mouthed his way across Rick's jaw and to the pulse point on his throat. He could taste Rick's skin and feel his heart beat under his tongue. Before he knew what he was doing, he was biting down hard enough to leave a bruise. Rick moaned loudly and Morty felt his dick jump to life in his jeans but before he could do more Rick was pushing him away gently. Morty whimpered softly at the loss of touch and looked up at Rick confused. Rick's cheeks were dusted with a light blush and his eyes were lidded with lust. His lips looked red and kiss swollen and Morty thought that in that moment he had never looked more attractive.
"Mo-Morty." Rick stammered and then sat up. Morty wanted to grab him and pull him back down. "I-I can't." He whispered and Morty wanted to scream at him. He sat up and scooted closer to the man who looked away.
"Why?" he demanded and found that his anger had returned full force. "Am I not enough?" He asked and Rick jerked his attention back to the boy. He opened his mouth to protest but Morty pushed on, climbing back into his lap. He could feel Rick's erection and he ground his own down into it. Rick groaned loudly and his head hit the back of the couch as his hands flew to Morty's hips to still them. "Tell me what it is Rick." He demanded and then added lowly. "Do I…Do I disgust you?" Rick's eyes widened and he shook his head vigorously. "No! No Morty, you could never disgust me." He responded. "Then what is it?" Morty demanded once again.
Rick was silent for a moment, simply starring at Morty. "I-I can't lose you Morty." He finally said and Morty felt his stomach flip. "I hurt e-everything I touch…I don't want to hurt you more than I already have." He whispered and for once, Morty knew he was telling the truth. His expression softened and he leaned forward to rest his forehead against Rick's.
"You won't." He replied and Rick started to disagree but he cut him off. "Even if you did it wouldn't matter. Be-because I know who you are Rick. I-I don't expect you to be anything you aren't." He whispered and then pulled back slightly to look him in the eye's. "I…I just want what you're willing to give and if-." He started but he could feel his throat tightening and his eyes began to water. He cleared his throat and looked back at Rick with sincerity in his gaze.
He continued on with a slight tremor to his voice. "And if you never kiss me again, it will be enough…Even if all I can do is stand beside you. I want that. I want you anyway I can have you." He finished softly. Rick was silent for a moment, simply staring at Morty with a look the boy couldn't read but what he did next was something Morty never thought he would see. A tear slipped its way over the edge of his cheek. Morty thought he was going to die. Never in a million years did he think he would see Rick cry but none of it would matter after what Rick would say next. He reached forward and wrapped his arms around Morty. He pulled him against his chest and looked him in the eyes.
"I want to give you everything I have."