After that, Morty didn't see Rick again for weeks. No one did. His parents passed uncomfortable looks back and forth at the dinner table, his mom assuring everyone he'd turn up soon, eyes red-rimmed and tearful. Morty went to school more than he had all year in those weeks. Every day when he walked the halls, he expected Rick to appear suddenly out of nowhere, grab him by the arm, and haul him off on some adventure like nothing had ever happened. He didn't.
One night, after a particularly bad day at school, with his family gone or oblivious, Morty shuffled his way into Rick's room. He kicked sullenly at a stack of papers on the floor, knocking it over. Maybe Rick would sense it somehow and come home to tell Morty what a pussy he was. The room was dark and silent, and empty.
Morty sat down on Rick's bed with a sigh. The device lay where he had put it, after, tucked neatly beneath the cot. Morty hadn't really allowed himself to think too much about the incident; whenever his mind fluttered over it he felt piercing anxiety and shame, and quickly found something else to distract himself. Sitting here now, the memory of it came rushing back, fragments battering at him like dark wings. The green glow of the device, seeing himself sobbing on the bed, Rick's grinning face leaning closer. He rubbed at his chest uncomfortably, hating the way his heart sped from the memory.
Morty looked over towards the corner that had held Rick's scotch. The bag was gone, the only evidence that Rick had been around since that night. Morty wondered where Rick was right at this moment. Probably getting smashed somewhere, having sex and blowing tonnes of money. The scotch would be long gone by now, he imagined.
He lay back on the cot, hands smoothing out over the thin blanket, head turning in towards the flat pillow. Rick's scent permeated the room, but it was especially strong here, mixing with the sharp scent of alcohol and musky sweat. It made Morty think again of Rick leaning in to him, his face looming over him as his hand tightened mercilessly... Morty's cock twinged in spite of himself, and he curled up in the fetal position, hating himself. He lay there for a long while, breathing in Rick's scent and touching himself lightly through the cloth of his pants, until he fell asleep.
He dreamed. He dreamed that Rick was chasing him through a jumbled mixture of his house and school, but every door he opened led to his bedroom. Morty kept running through endless school hallways, Rick just a few steps behind him, shadowed and sinister. Eventually, Morty was driven down a hallway ending in a door, Rick close on his heels. He was forced to open it, knowing it led only to his bedroom. He slammed the door shut behind him, pressing his back into it as it rocked and shook violently with the force of Rick slamming into it repeatedly. After a moment, the slamming ceased, and Morty slid to the floor, tears streaming down his face. The room was dark and silent, but through a haze of tears he noticed a green glow coming from beneath his bed. It hypnotized him, drawing him forward, the threat of Rick bursting in forgotten. He inched forwards on hands and knees, peering at the soft green glow. As he moved his blanket aside to see better, he realized the glow came from Rick's eyes, a predatory reflection used for seeing in the dark. Rick lay stretched out beneath his bed, grinning wildly, and Morty scrambled backwards with a scream. Suddenly, Rick wasn't beneath the bed at all- he was standing in front of Morty, stumbling forward drunkenly. Still grinning, he seized Morty up by the throat with one hand until his feet dangled and kicked vainly, lifting him up off the ground so Morty could not even scream. Morty watched the green glow in his crazed eyes brighten, just as blackness ate away the edges of his vision, until he saw nothing but a haze of green shimmering in the darkness.
Bright green light flooded into the room where Morty slept, suffusing it with an unearthly glow for a few seconds as Rick came stumbling in. Clothes wrinkled, dirty, and stained, stinking of alcohol and sex and alien things, he swayed in place for a moment as the portal closed behind him, hand darting out, grabbing a wall to steady himself. He had been on quite the bender, and had come home to sleep, finally, having spent more than he cared to already.
Rick blinked at the small form of Morty, asleep and oblivious on his cot. The boy was so small, he hardly took up any space on the already conservatively sized bed. All the emotions that Rick had been trying to bury came flooding back at the sight of him there, and he scowled. Fucking Morty. It wasn't right that such an insignificant little dipshit like him should be driving Rick so crazy. His heart gave a sick lurch of desire and possessiveness when he thought about how Morty had looked last time he saw him- so frightened, so shocked, until his eyes slowly filled to bursting with the pleasure Rick had shared with the boy. Rick's cock gave a halfhearted twinge, an incredible feat after all he'd been doing the past few weeks. Fucking Morty, he thought again.
With a sigh, Rick sat on the cot, expecting Morty to wake from it, but he didn't, so deeply asleep was he. The boy mumbled and twitched in his sleep, seeming to be having a bad dream of some sort. His arm waved out weakly for a moment before falling limply back to the bed. Rick shook his head, Morty was such a weak little pansy, but he tried. Not allowing himself to think too much, Rick stretched out on the cot beside Morty. He drew the boy in close, bodies pressing snugly against one another, folding Morty into the fabric of his labcoat, holding on to him as he trembled. Morty squirmed and made a small sound of protest as Rick drew him in, but Rick held firm, and Morty soon quieted, sighing and snuggling in unconsciously against Rick. The older man curled around him, big spoon, resting his face on the top of Morty's downy hair, breathing in the sweet smell of his it.
Rick's cock was hardening more rapidly now, the sweet soap smell of the boy triggering an immediate response. Fuck... he thought absently, already feeling himself going off the edge, past the point of stopping. His hand slid it's way across Morty's smooth chest, over his stomach, moving down between his legs. The boy was already at half mast, some unconscious response to Rick's presence. Rick massaged him through the soft cloth of his pajamas, feeling as Morty's cock rose stiffly. Wanting more, Rick pulled impatiently at Morty's pants, releasing his cock and wrapping a hand around the shaft. He stroked it slowly up and down, spreading precum across the head just as Morty began to stir.
He came awake slowly, blinking sleep from his eyes in a daze. Morty made a confused little mumble, hands reaching down to where Rick was stroking him. "R-Rick..." he whispered, "Don't..." Morty's breath came in shallow little gasps now, and Rick didn't respond to him at all, other than to increase his pace a little. Morty tried to sit up, to move away, but Rick put his arm around the boy's chest, holding him tight against Rick's wiry frame. His legs kicked out ineffectively, and Rick easily controlled them by locking them with his own. He steadily increased the pace of his hand on Morty's cock as the boy struggled, his own rock-hard and pressing noticeably against Morty's bottom.
As he stroked, Rick began grinding himself against Morty from behind, but the angle was bad and frustratingly light. He let out an annoyed little growl before sitting up, hauling Morty with him and flipping him unceremoniously over, so he was laying face down on the cot. Rick loomed above the boy, strong hands flashing out to pin Morty's head down and grab his arms, rendering him immobile and helpless in a span of three seconds. Morty barely had time to process it before Rick was grinding against his ass from behind, pajama pants slipping down bit by bit. The rough material of Rick's pants rubbed harshly against Morty's soft skin, and he flattened himself in an attempt to escape the pressing mass of Rick's cock, but Rick followed him down, zipper digging into Morty's ass, and he cried out in pain and protest.
"Rick!" he mumbled hoarsely, muffled as half his face was pressed roughly into the bed. "T-That hurts..." Tears welled a little in Morty's eyes as the intensity of the situation crashed over him, feeling totally helpless as Rick ground a few more times into him, seeming to not have heard Morty's quiet protests.
Rick released the pressure on Morty's head and straightened up, allowing Morty to get a full breath of air. "Jeez Morty, y-you don't have to get all weepy about it..." He curved down towards Morty and grinned wickedly as he whispered in the boy's ear. His breath was hot and strong, and Morty noticed he was breathing heavily as the air tickled his ear's sensitive edge. There was a soft clink as Rick undid his belt, then his zipper, sliding out of his pants with practiced ease, never releasing his grip where he held Morty's arms pinned together. He slid the soft smoothness of his length against Morty's now fully exposed ass, and whispered, "Is that better?"
Morty had squeezed his eyes shut, as if he could just will the situation away. He didn't answer Rick, he couldn't. Rick continued to rub himself slowly up and down the curve of Morty's ass, and Morty felt his cock twitch and throb at the feeling. A little sound escaped his lips, and he pressed his face into the bed in embarassment. Rick noticed, and his eyes flashed with amusement. Suddenly impatient, he released Morty's arms, gripping his cock and guiding it to the boy's tight entrance. Morty felt a surge of fear and indignation, and tried to get away, but Rick's big hand came down on his shoulder. "D-Don't even fucking think about it." Rick growled from behind him, and Morty glanced back to see the rage and hunger that lay nakedly in Rick's eyes. The sight of it pierced him with lightning fear, and he remembered all the times he'd seen Rick be violent, crazed, sociopathic... Morty trembled and turned away, burying his face into Rick's pillow, trying to remember how just hours earlier the scent of it had been such a comfort to him.
Rick pressed the tip of his cock against Morty's entrance, guiding the boy back against it with a hand on his shoulder. Morty cried out, voice cracking in a desperate whisper of pain. Rick relished the little punctuation of his cries, all feeding the fire in him, hardening his cock, urging him to stab into the boy over and over until there was nothing left of him. He pressed forward, soft skin bending and enveloping the tip of him, sliding over with velvet wetness. He groaned low as the head popped into place, pausing to allow Morty a moment's rest to adjust, to make room for Rick. The boy writhed beneath him, hands balling up fistfuls of fabric and twisting in pain and frustration. "Yesss..." Rick hissed as he inched deeper, bringing an arm up and around Morty's neck in a choking headlock. Morty knew what to expect this time, and even though Rick's arm curled around him gently, lovingly, he knew what it meant and panicked. His fear made his entire body tense, and his already tight ass squeezed deliciously against Rick's cock.
Morty put up hands, small fingers trying to brace against Rick's bicep where it pressed into his throat. "No..." He moaned weakly, tears running down to where Rick could feel them dampen his arm. Rick hushed him with a sighing shh in Morty's ear, tightening his lock as he exhaled softly. Extreme pressure bore down on Morty's throat, immediate and frightening, his panic surging as he was suddenly unable to draw breath. He tried to form words to beg Rick to stop, but he had no air, he couldn't get them out. Rick began to pump Morty's ass softly then, sliding slowly in and out as he fucked the boy, bicep taut and clenched around Morty's thin kneck. Morty's vision began to dim, and he felt far away, the pain of being fucked for the first time slowly receding. He sagged forward, body going slack as he passed out.
Rick felt the change as it happened, the tension draining out of Morty's body as he lapsed into unconciousness. Rick immediately released his hold, letting the boy fall forward limply into the sheets. He cupped Morty's delicate ass with both hands, and relished the look of his cock buried deep into it. How long had he wanted to do this? It was so much better, in reality, than even he had managed with VR. "Fffffuck..." he groaned, and placed a hand roughly on Morty's head to brace himself as he picked up the pace. The silent room was filled with a soft, wet slapping sound as he fucked the boy roughly. Morty was just coming to again, limbs twitching in confusion, mind not yet caught up with his predicament. He tried to rise up, but Rick's weight was already on him, pinning him completely as the older man pounded into him over and over. Morty let out a long shakey sob, the pain was intense and piercing, but as Rick reached so deeply inside of him, there were waves of pleasure lapping at him too, confusing, and mingling with the pain exquisitely. Morty felt so small, insignificant, a vessel for Rick's pleasure, and he felt something loosening inside of him. Some tightly wound ball of anxiety, shame, and inadequacy just broke inside of him as the pain scoured it away, dissolving it as his tears flowed and washed it away. He cried quietly, feeling the tension and self loathing that had been growing inside him for as long as he could remember flow out of him in wave after wave, perfectly in time with each stroke of Rick's cock. It was quite fast now, the lewd wap-wap-wap of it seemed like the loudest thing in the world, and then Rick was groaning, his rhythm breaking as he jerked and thrust. Morty felt hot liquid where it squeezed out around Rick's cock, running down his legs and dripping onto the bed. Rick collapsed forward, moving his hand off Morty's head to brace himself above the boy, panting heavily. He leaned forward and bit Morty's neck lightly a few times, before rolling onto his side, cock pulling free and allowing more cum to spill out.
Morty still shook with a few quiet sobs, and Rick pulled him close, hugging him tightly and rocking slightly, not saying anything as Morty cried himself out, his hiccuping sobs dying away into sniffles, and then into silence. They lay close for a long while, until Rick stood and pulled his pants back on. He turned to Morty, having grabbed a towel from somewhere in the room, and wiped at the sticky, drying cum, cleaning it away with deft hands. He pulled Morty's pjs back up, and lifted him. Morty's legs shook and trembled and he wasn't sure they would hold his weight, but it didn't matter because Rick was carrying him, out into the hallway. Morty buried his face into his grandpa's shoulder, embarrassed to be coddled, fearful someone would see. He felt certain the would just know what had happened if they saw him. No one came out into the hall as Rick carried Morty over to his bedroom, laying Morty down and pulling the blankets up over his slight frame.
He lay a hand on Morty's forehead for a moment before running it up and through his hair, brushing the sweat soaked locks away from Morty's forehead. He had that same strange scowl on his face that he had last time, like he couldn't think of exactly what he wanted to say. "You're a good kid, Morty." he said finally, after a long silence. Morty felt completely drained, like a wash cloth completely wrung of water, and he could only blink sleepily at the tall figure beside his bed. He fell asleep right there, with Rick's hand still resting on his head in soft counterpoint to his earlier roughness. Internally, Rick was swearing up and down at himself, and he drew out his flask as Morty's eyes closed, taking a generous swig before turning and walking out, shutting the door silently behind him.
