Notes:

This fic has images included if you read it on Ao3; the content of the story is the same.

It's just a fun lil addiction to the story~

Thank you all for your patience for this chapters release! I hope you enjoy~

*My username on Ao3 is the same btw.

All Morty could feel was a buzzing in his brain and in his crotch. His body was a bit overloaded at the moment and he leaned back against the headboard of his bed, trying to gather himself. He was failing a bit at it, however, and didn't even have energy to check the new notification from LilyShouta's messages he had just received. His breathing was hard into his mic and his voice was practically a whisper.

"D… Dueño? Are you still there…?"

Dueño - Yeah, I'm still here, Morty.

"I'm… a little…"

Dueño - I hear you, buddy. Go get your rest. I'll talk to you later.

Morty was grateful that Dueño was so understanding - unlike his real grandfather -, and he'd slouched in his covers, letting gravity do the job of pulling him down to the bed. Before he could do any damage to his laptop, he'd pushed it off to the side and managed to slink down onto his back. He would check Lily's message after a little nap. He was sure she'd understand. Allowing his eyelids to slowly descend over his vision, Morty began to slip into sleep. This didn't last long, though, as Rick had barged in through his door and slipped a pill into Morty's mouth before he could react, the boy gulping the drug without being able to think. Upon realization of the chain of events, Morty's eyes widened and he'd shot up in his bed.

"Alright Morty, so I need to get a rare flower from the plant Monstrum Verpa; I'm gonna - gonna need your help Morty! We're going an adventure, Mortyyyyy!"

"R - Rick?! What - What the hell did you just put in my mouth?! A - And why - why do we need to do this now? I'm - I'm tired... can't we do this later?"

"Yeah, that pill will deal with your 'need for sleep,' so don't worry about that. I - I need an extra pair of eyes, Morty! These little suckers are hard to come by!"

"Wait… did… you just drug me, Rick?!"

There was silence for a few long moments as Rick looked Morty dead in the eyes. Without even acknowledging the question, Rick went into the next beat, Morty just now realizing that Rick was wearing a teal tank top and a pair of bermuda shorts, a far cry from his usual attire. Morty was already noting how strange that was as Rick was starting to speak, the boy hoping that his words would provide much needed context for this whole situation.

"So, this planet's pretty damn hot Morty - worse than fucking Arizona summers and - and that place has melting street signs 'n trashcans, Morty!"

"Oh geez Rick, why would we go there?! We're gonna die!"

"Nah don't - don't worry about it Morty. Just dress appropriately and st - stay hydrated and we'll be perfectly fine."

"Oh… okay…"

"I'm gonna need you to put on your summer clothes Morty."

Sighing in defeat, Morty walks over to his closet and pulls out a yellow tank top, replacing his shirt and putting it into a laundry basket. He'd soon started looking for a pair of shorts to wear, but found himself lacking in that department. Digging through his clothes a bit more frantically, he'd thought about reasons why he wouldn't have them. Maybe they were in the dirty laundry? Maybe his mom donated them? Maybe they caught fire on an adventure and he had to throw them away - though he also felt that he'd remember something like that…

"R - Rick, I can't find my shorts..."

"Don't worry about it Morty, just get a pair from Summer's closet or something."

"No, Rick! Are you serious? I'm not gonna wear my sisters clothes! A - And Summer would kill me!"

"Oh, stop being such a pissy baby. We've all worn women's clothes at one point or another. Now hurry up and get dressed!"

Morty muttered to himself about how he shouldn't have had to do this and wondered aloud why he would have to deal with this anyways. Even as he said these things, though, his legs were taking him over to his sister's room to find a pair of shorts that would fit him. It had taken him a few tries to figure out which drawers had which clothes - he'd stumbled upon her panties and her bras before successfully finding the rest of her clothes - and the boy pulled out a pair of shorts that looked like they would fit him. Sliding into them, he'd tried to button the pants onto his waist, but found that he didn't quite fill it out like Summer did. It was a little loose around the trunk, but they were still really short, the hem of the shorts clinging to the top of his thighs. This effectively showed off his thighs, but gave him enough mobility, so he didn't mind so much.

Going back into his room, he'd put on a belt to guarantee that they would stay on. Looking over at Rick, who was looking the boy up and down, Morty was grabbing his phone off of the charger and checking to see if it was fully charged. While his grandson was distracted, Rick let out a heavy breath from his nostrils, his mind running amok with thoughts of Morty in those super short shorts.

Wasn't I trying to avoid thinking impure thoughts of my grandson? I must be a masochist…

"Ready to go, kid?"

Morty was replying to Lily as Rick was looking him over, responding to her message before doing anything else. He had to at least touch base with her before he left.

LilyShouta - Sorry, Kid, I haven't forgotten about your request, just been swamped lately! I'll get to it when I'm free again. Promise! :)

Spacekid14 - it's ok! I know that you're busy it's fine. thank you for keeping me in mind.

Spacekid14 - gonna be going on another pointless adventure with my grandpa again. will stream, hope you're there to watch.

...LilyShouta is typing.

LilyShouta - Oh really? This is something I can't miss!

Rick had opened up a portal into the empty space of the room and Morty had opened up WatchThis! and started streaming. The people subscribed to the stream immediately started pouring in and the watch count was going up steadily. Morty gave a thumbs up into the camera before stepping into the portal. What he wasn't expecting, however, was the insane heat wave that started crisping his skin upon contact. Morty let out an audible curse as he'd looked around at the wasteland around the two of them. Rick seemed unfazed, but Morty could see the glaze of sweat begin to develop upon the old man's forehead. It was probably good that he was wearing Summer's shorts right now… If he'd worn anything else, then he would have passed out from the heat.

"Holy shit, Rick, it's fucking hot here…"

"Shut up Morty! Just do your fucking job and look for the flower! Leave your attitude for your internet friends, or whatever! And wh - when you find it, make sure to twist the stem! That's important!"

That seemed kind of like a throwaway condition to Morty, so he'd opted to ignore it. Considering how empty the area was, Morty was surprised that Rick wouldn't have noticed a flower in the middle of nowhere. You could see a penny on the floor with how clear everything was. Morty panned his camera to the landscape and allowed his stream-viewers to see where exactly he was and what he was doing.

"Hey guys, so you won't believe where I am! Pretty sure it's Hell!"

LilyShouta - Haha that's what you get you little grandpa fucker.

LilyShouta - JKJK LOVE U

JennalovesBDSM - Wow, that place is a total wasteland.

Mrs. Yaoi - Yeaah what she said. What would you be doing in a place like that?

"My grandpa wants some flower for his science or whatever."

Mrs. Yaoi - Damn they better be the best goddamn flowers I've ever seen, cause it doesn't seem worth.

JennalovesBDSM - LOL agreed.

"Oh geez... it's so freaking hot!"

The chat was abuzz with worrying about their little cinnamon bun, but he was going about and actively looking for this flower. Pushing rocks aside and checking on the inside of shrubs and around shrubs, he'd realized that Rick didn't even show Morty what the hell this flower looked like. That was enough to annoy him and made him want to go home even more. This thought was overwritten by his desire to rehydrate, though, and he'd taken a seat on a flat-ish rock and pulled out his canteen to take a swig of good ol' H2O. As his arm returned the canteen to its position, he'd used the back of his arm to wipe the sweat off of his head and someone on the stream caught sight of Morty's leg.

Stephen - Are you wearing shorts Morty?

"Ugh...yeah. My - my grandpa has me wearing my sister's shorts since mine are just gone for whatever reason."

Lenny28 - I wanna see!

Doritoinaburrito - Me too!

Mrs. Yaoi - Me three! ;)

LilyShouta - Show me the booty!

With a bit of a giggle, Morty obliged the request and stood up to show off his legs, the shorts very clearly shorter than most other pairs. He had the camera on the front first, before slowly wrapping his arm around to guide it around to the back of his body. The chat went nuts with a bunch of messages, clearly hyped about seeing a part of Morty's body that they'd never seen before.

Sinningsince2006 - LOOK AT DEM LEGZ

JennalovesBDSM - Oh lordy…

Mrs. Yaoi - Damn morty!

Lesbean - ayyyy -wiggles brows- like what I see!

"Oh my god guys...!"

Morty was blushing deeply from ear to ear, red from embarrassment, but also from the extreme heat of the sun. He'd taken another swig of water, but hadn't realized this "swig" was actually several gulps. Not even realizing how thirsty the heat was making him, he'd run out of water before he'd even realized it. Lifting the canteen up above his head, he'd tried to get the last few drops to land on his tongue, sticking it out eagerly as he'd tried to get every last bit of it. Giving up after just a few more moments, Morty returned the empty canteen to its place on his waist, continuing his search for this stupid goddamned flower.

Rick was watching Morty put on his little show and he'd rolled his eyes. He tried not to think too hard about what he'd just witnessed, but couldn't help the torrent of thoughts that strangers were ogling his grandson's body. There was a pang of jealousy that was quickly suppressed and Rick went back to looking for this flower that he'd needed so much. It certainly helped to be distracted from Morty's shenanigans. The heat was also a good driving force, since he wanted to leave as much as Morty did.

Before too long, Morty let out a triumphant roar of victory, waving over to his grandfather to come over to his location. He'd finally found this stupid Monstrous Derpa, or whatever the hell Rick called it. Morty turned the camera over to the plant so that they could see it on the stream as well, knowing that there was nothing like it on Earth. The chat celebrated with their little Mort, amazed with the look of this exotic flower that they'd never seen before. There was a spark in Rick's eyes as he was processing that Morty had found what they were looking for and he'd run over.

"Yep, that's the one… hurry up and grab it so we can get the fuck out of here."

Without any clever retort or hesitation, Morty reached out to pluck the plant from its place. The stem was a lot stronger than he'd thought, though, so he'd put his phone into his pocket - much to the dismay of his viewers - and he'd started tugging on it with two hands. It took some elbow grease, but Morty was able to take the flower out of its roots and he'd let out a happy cheer. That dissipated, however, as he'd found that the floor below him was rumbling. Rick pulled Morty backwards and they both watched as a creature with a mouth the size of a sedan had popped out of the floor, rows and rows of sharpened teeth making themselves visible to the scientist and his grandson. There was also a tiny little stub where Morty had removed the flower. Realization sank in, along with fear and panic.

"Wh… wha… WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME IT WAS ATTACHED TO SOMETHING?!"

"It d - doesn't matter, idiot! Just run!"

They immediately start sprinting in the opposite direction of the monster, the chat in Morty's pocket abuzz with concern and fear for their boi. The monster was actually hot on their asses, though, and had legs longer than the two of them had thought, considering the beast was buried in the ground earlier. Thinking quickly, Rick opened up a portal in front of them and they had run through, closing the portal before the angered native of the planet could get to them. Morty was bent over, trying to catch his breath, pulling his phone out of his pocket and ending the stream without any words. Rick was leaning against the window of the building that he'd teleported them in front of and was breathing just as heavily as Morty was.

They'd taken a few more moments to process that they were safe and Morty had realized where Rick had warped them. Wnxyvrz's Ice Cream Shop…? How do you even pronounce that…? Was this some sort of tactical way for Rick to butter up Morty after the shit they'd gone through?

"Wh - where are we Rick?"

"We're at Zaiver's Ice Cream shop - don't ask how I know how to read that. They've got ice cream, and they even have popsicles and snow cones Morty! It was fucking hot, so I want a snow cone, Morty!"

"Oh, okay… well I… haven't had a popsicle in awhile. Can I have one Rick?"

It was clear he was still out of breath, but he was glad to be safe now. Rick was even going to gift him with an icy treat? Seemed like a pretty good way to recover from that hellscape.

"Sure Morty, I mean you don't really deserve one after your little fuck up, but since I'm such a great grandpa, I'll let it - let it slide."

"Oh geez, thanks Rick!"

They'd walked in through the door together, the cool blast of air a welcome reprieve. The counter was being tended by a… purple lady with five noses. Morty tried not to let himself get distracted by that as he'd looked around the place curiously. It was pretty bare bones, but at least all of the flavors they had were on display clearly and he could even see the ice cream in the display cases. He wanted a popsicle though, since he just wanted a light, refreshing treat.

"What do you want Morty?"

"Can I have um… Can I have a strawberry flavored popsicle?"

"Alright, strawberry popsicle for the kid and I'll have a blue raspberry snow cone."

"That'll be 1 schmeckle and your left nutsack."

"I'll give you a schmeckle and five glorbs."

"Deal."

As Rick handed over whatever the hell glorbs were to the multi-nosed lady, she appeared to grimace, the smell of their musk finally hitting her. She seemed to be holding her breath as she takes the currency and retrieves their order, giving Rick and Morty the snow cone and popsicle respectively. Morty, offended by her reaction, takes the popsicle and quickly turns around, giving himself a whiff and looking over at Rick, who has already started licking at his flavored ice.

"R - Rick do we smell bad or something...?"

"Nah Morty, she's just a bitch. We - we smell like adventure!"

Even as he'd said that, they very visibly disgusted worker had already left the front of the shop to retreat to the not-smelly back room. Morty had simply shrugged and started licking at his frozen treat. They found a seat and settled in, both of them sitting in silence to savor their desserts. Rick started biting into the orb of ice and chewing on it to let the chill settle into his body. Meanwhile, Morty was sliding his tongue along the entirety of the red rod, enjoying the cold against his eager, lithe muscle.

"W - wow Rick thanks for taking me here, this tastes amazing! Let's come here again!"

Rick looked over at Morty as the boy spoke and their eyes met. In his peripheral vision, Rick could clearly see the young boy devouring his popsicle in the most lewd way that someone could ever be doing it. His tongue was dancing around it like Morty was a professional and his lips wrapped around the tip as he'd suckled upon it for the flavored juices. Rick gulped nervously as he'd turned away embarrassedly and continued eating his snow cone.

"S - sure Morty…"

He turns back to look at Morty so that his grandson wouldn't notice he was acting weird. However, he was met with the sight of Morty's lips stroking up and down on the popsicle, his cheeks darkening as he'd imagined what Morty could possibly be thinking as he'd enjoyed the ice shaft. His body was starting to heat up and he'd tried his best to distract himself with the consumption of his own snow cone, but was failing miserably. The only saving grace was the Morty was too preoccupied with eating his snack for him to notice Rick's discomfort.

This little shit has to be messing with me. He has no business eating it like that. God dammit! I need to calm down. I'm not gonna get a hard on in front of fucking my grandson.

"R - Rick?"

"What the hell do you want Morty? I already told you I'd bring you back."

"That's not it, I just wanted to say your snow cone is melting…"

Rick hadn't even noticed that his snow cone was starting to dribble over his hand. Clearly he thought he was distracting himself with eating his snow cone, but it wasn't enough. He spent more time staring at his grandson like a horny priest than he was enjoying his food. He'd looked away from Morty again to hide his shame and he'd focused more on his melting ice, not wanting to waste his money.

"Maybe I like it better this way! Mind your own business Morty!"

"Okay, geez, sorry."

Morty eats up the remainder of his popsicle and sucks lightly on the wooden stick to get out whatever juices were left on it. Rick cleared his throat and handed Morty the empty paper cone, the boy obliging his grandfather and taking it to the trash can. They'd only stayed for a bit longer before Rick opted to opening a portal below them, landing them in the garage with the chairs and the table. Morty hadn't seen that coming, but shrugged. At least they were home now.

"Are we going back to return these…?"

Rick started to undress and place his clothes onto the table, ignoring Morty's question. Not that it mattered. They were filthy, so the only thing on Rick's mind now was to get cleaned up and to clear his head with a nice, icy cold shower.

"Take my clothes to the laundry room, Morty. I'm gonna go take a shower. You - you might wanna do the same. You fuckin' reek."

"Hey! I thought you said we smelled like adventure!"

Ignored again. Rick had already walked out of the garage and headed to the bathroom. Seemed no one was home, so Morty had also started stripping to get his own clothes with Rick's in the laundry room. Carrying everything over, he'd placed the clothes into the basket and looked inside, noting a pair of underwear that belonged to Rick. Looking to make sure Rick wasn't watching him, he'd grabbed the pair and hurried back into his room. He'd brought the crotch to his face and he'd taken a deep breath, huffing it like it was some sort of drug.

Letting out a heavy breath, thoughts started filling his mind on what he'd do with this freshly worn pair of undies, moaning delightedly as he allowed himself to let loose in his head. Silently, he'd walked over to the computer and logged in, immediately going over to his Skycord and clicking on Dueño's icon to pull up the DMs.

Spacekid14: would you be interested in doing another rp with me when you're online?