CHAPTER 2

Morty came around with Morgan's vagina pressed up against his cheek, the clit-ring stabbing into the fleshy part of his under-eye was really ruining the moment for him. One arm underneath his chest, then the other, he pushed himself up and began taking inventory. He was completely naked, but thankfully in one of the two bedrooms this time and not on Dean Andersons lawn.

His head was throbbing, but not nearly as bad as it would have if he had been drinking anything other than the cheap piss only college kids could enjoy.

"Hey kid, finally awake? It is nearly noon." Morgan said lazily.

"Oh. Y-yeah. I am, yeah I am, real conscious. Wow, some party last night, huh? Did you say noon? Shit, I really- I need to go, Summer is going to be mad, ya' know, super angry. I was supposed to be ready hours ago." Morty said, searching for his phone in mess of blankets.

Morgan made a humming noise and Morty grimaced at the flat tone.

Oh yeah, that.

"So hey, listen, about last night… Ya' know. M-maybe I just had too much to drink."

Morgan laughed without humor. "Right, so that is why this is the fourth time?"

"Aw jeez, was it? Man, I am super sorry."

"You know I am starting to think you just can't get it up…Is it me? " Morgan asked in a tone that sounded like a statement.

"Oh no. No, I can get it up. Oh. I can totally….totally...blow your mind, girl."

"Well, that tongue of yours isn't too bad." She responded with a wink. He chuckled and slapped her ass. " Next time, I won't drink at all."

"Promise?" She asked, voice scaling high in delight.

"Y-yeah, girl, I promise."

Morty really hoped his little problem was the alcohol, if not, he was going to have a hard time around school with that limp-dick reputation. Morgan would do it too. She'd tell the whole school if only to play the victim.

"Great! Now, weren't you just leaving?"

"Yeah, shit, I'll see you. I be seeing you later Morgan."

"Bye boo-bear."

"Ew." Morty said, shivering at the pet name.

"What?"

Oh, he had said that out loud. "Oh, n-nothing I just, um, I saw a fat spider crawl under the bed is all." Morty lied.

He threw on last night's clothes. They felt gritty and smelled pretty bad, but he didn't have time to stop by his dorm. So, he sent a quick text to Summer, who had messaged him sixteen times since 9:00 am, and began to jog to the cafe they were supposed to meet at, leaving Morgan bending over the bed with a boot too large to be hers, and definitely not his.

He pushed the doors to Cafe Shalama open around fifteen minutes later, but it had felt like an hour. Summer standing with her hands on her hips, like she was posing for a photo or something. She looked in a better mood than he had expected.

"Hey dweeb. What took you?"

"Hey Summer, cou-could you not call me that? I am more popular than you ever were in college."

"Whatever." She huffed.

"Yeah, so thanks for the ride."

"Yeah, well, I am pissed. I was here hours ago. The only reason I didn't leave is because I wanted to get that barista's phone number."

Morty scanned the room. "David? You know he has crabs right?"

She growled and pinched the bridge of her nose. "I have been out of the closet for forever now. Jesus, you're worse than Grandpa Rick. Pay attention to your family, Morty!" Summer said, throwing her hands up in disbelief.

"Ok...Yeah I remember you saying something like that." Morty said, rubbing the back of his neck.

He tried again. There was only one chick in an apron that he could see. "What Tiffany? Yeah, she's ok… her vagina lips are kind of- sort of a weird color though."

"Damn it, you asshole. I really digged her. I can't have your sloppy seconds!"

"Yeah sorry, wh-what can you do you know? I have kinda slept with a lot of people around here. So much better than high school, right? Not a l-loser anymore, am I?" Morty offered.

"What-EVER." Summer said again. She threw a scrap of paper she had been holding with digits scribbled on it into the trash and stomped off to the car.

He followed her in and while he was buckling his seatbelt, she bent over and slapped the back of his head and twisted the volume knob up to an uncomfortable 23.

Great. Yeah, this vacation is starting off wonderfully. Morty thought, rubbing his temples. The music had brought his headache back and he had forgotten to order his double espresso.

Home was a good four hours away, Summer only ignored him all of it. His phone was dead, and their taste in music was so opposite, Morty wondered if they were actually even siblings at all.

Then SCREAM by Michael Jackson came on.

"Tired of injustice! Tired of the schemes! Your lies are disgusting! " Summer spewed tunelessly, drumming her hands on the steering wheel.

Morty bit his lower lip, closing his eyes focusing on the beat. He moved his shoulders in what the assumed was rhythmic. Yeah, they were related. He got into the groove of it and sang. "You tell me I'm wrong, then, you better prove you're right! You're sellin' out souls - but I - I care about mine…!"

"Yeah sing it little brother!" Summer yelled and turned the music up even louder. Morty didn't mind as much though. It may be a bit old-school, but damn, could Michael sing! Morty's emotions with the music and he broke out, "With such confusion don't it make you wanna scream? Your bash abusin' victimize within the scheme!"

Summer took over, and he let her. Her tune had gotten better as her voice warmed up and he was content to let her enjoy the lyrics by herself.

Then they looked at each other with something only they could share, and together they sang the chorus because it spoke to a deep part of themselves that they both understood and respected in one other.

"Stop pressur-in me! Just stop pressur-in me! Stop pressur-in' me! You make me wanna scream!" They belted, and then continued the rest together. Morty thought he heard an extra wavering in Summers voice, but he ignored it.

As the song ended, they broke of into laughter at how terrible they sounded together. Like a train whistle. Only worse. They fell into a much more comfortable silence, and Summer cranked the music down as they finally pulled into the drive.

"So, Morty, listen...I know I may have been acting like a mega bitch earlier. I am sorry. I just… I have been having a hard time with life lately, you know? I try and I try, but I am not getting anywhere with work. Bills are climbing higher, and I am never going to get that raise now that my boss knows I like chicks. She's a total homophobe..."

"Yeah, I get that. I get it. And, and I am sorry too Summer. Sorry I was late. Finals are a bitch, you know? Drinking is the only way I can, c-cope, with stuff, with things..."

His sister tussled his hair like she used to when he was a teenager and then punched him in the arm. "No problem, dweeb, just don't party so hard. I think you will really regret it. You don't want to end up like… well…."

"Yeah." Said Morty.

That was the end of their heart to heart. Probably the only one they were likely to have for the next ten years. He got out of the car and she twisted the key to restart the old junker.

"Hey, where are you going?"

"Oh, god. You thought...No. There is no way I am staying here for Christmas break. See ya, little brother!" Summer said as she peeled out.

"F-fuck. Aw mannnn!" Morty moaned. He kicked a stone after her car that was long gone.

The Smith door was unlocked so he just walked in out of habit without knocking, though, that didn't really feel right either. Kind of an in-between familiarity and something he had grown out of.

"Hey! Anyone home?" He called, making his way into the kitchen. There was a note on dining room table.

Morty! Your dad ate a bunch of shard glass shards that were stuck in one of the muffins your Grandpa made for him last night. Please, god, just… keep him busy this week. I don't know how much more Jerry can take of this.

"Oh Jesus, Rick!." Morty cried, picking up the paper and re-reading it.

"N-now do-OUGH-n''t, don't go getting the wrong idea, you little shit-head. He is fine. They were, UOUGH, they were pretty blunt shards. Pretty small. Should- should pass right through, nice and smooth, Morty." Rick said suddenly from behind him. Morty jumped, but Rick didn't notice, just shoved him with his shoulder as he passed on his way to the fridge.

Morty froze. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew he had been over stimulating the built up anxiety toward seeing his Grandfather again. He had tried to think of a few things to say that would make things run a little smoother. He tried to remember how they used to talk. All that was gone now and he stumbled out of the way. Morty had grown, but Rick was…there was something about the way he walked. Tall. Commanding in that pristine lab coat. A true god among the sheep of humanity.

Morty's hands began to sweat. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. Rick popped a can of beer and took a long pull, pulled it away to belch, and then took another. Morty could see the bobbing movement in his throat as he filled it with his favorite pass time.

Then something unexpected happened. Morty's dick twitched.

Eyes wide, face flushed, and sweating like a fucking whore in church, Morty whispered to himself. "What...what the actual fuck…?"

Rick slammed the fridge and Morty's heart failed. "W-What? What Morty?" Rick asked, cupping his hand around his ear. "Y-You know Grandpa's got bad- you know I can't hear shit, Morty. Speak up."

"No!" Morty panicked as Rick turned to face him. His Grandpa's hard uncaring eyes were piercing… and Morty remembered everything he had ever done to get them to soften for him. They stole Morty's last breath. He had to talk fast to compensate. "No, i-it was nothing. I said you- you're such a dick, Rick. F-For doing that to my Dad- my Father, Rick."

"Yeah, well, he had it coming. He fucked with a very expensive item of mine, Morty. I was going to create a pheno-tonic plasmatic serotonin inducer, with- with that anti-matter goo, Do you even know what I had to do to get that, Morty? I had to shove half my body up a space rhino's ass for that goo, Morty! Jerry, he- he said that it was an accident that it broke all over the floor of my garage he had no business being in-in-in- at in the first place, but I had already told him how important it was to me at dinner the night before, Morty. He, Jerry is just a dick. He is the dick here, Morty, not me."

"Oh. Um. O-Ok, Rick. Well, hey, I gotta- I'm gonna go, got to my room for a bit Rick. Have fun body fucking a space rhino."

Rick stared at him for about three seconds too long. Calculating. Analyzing. Seeing right through him. Eventually his Grandpa just flicked his hand and took another pull. "Yeah, ok, M-m- I don't care, Morty."

Morty bolted up the stairs, two at a time, to his old room. Slamming he door, he locked it and dropped to his knees. What the fuck was that? What just happened? It had to be a fluke, right? A-a-a sham. He was stressed. He was just stressed about finals, and Morgan. Morgan had been so hot last night. He probably was just thinking of her, subconsciously. Yeah. He just needed a good wank. Just a good 'ol tug on the meat scepter. Some time alone with his wedding wrecker. His trusty cervix crusader. This was no biggie.

Throwing himself on his bed, Morty tugged down his pants roughly and pulled his member out from the flap of his boxers.

Morgan, he thought. Morgan, and her jiggly thick ass. Morgan and her strawberry blonde hair that smelled so good.

Nothing.

He had to try something else.

"Jessica." Morty groaned out loud. Oh Jessica, his first love. The hottest chick in school. He pictured her rubbing her slick cunt up and down his dick and he moved rhythmically with his hand. He got a half- mass chub. " Yeah, oh y-yeah Jessica. You...you're so tight!"

Rick holding his beer in one hand, unbuttoning his labcoat with the other, giving him that hard stare- the one that said, get ready, I am going to fuck you up.

"A-ah! Fuck! Jeez, ew! No!" Morty let got of his member like it was a grenade and threw his hands back to smack the wall behind him. Quickly, like it was going to jump up and bite him, Morty stuffed his prick back into his pants.

His suddenly very hard prick.

Morty's hand began to sweat. He had to get to the bottom of this. Soon.

"Hey Rick." Morty said as casually as he could with his throat collapsing in on itself, dry as a popcorn fart.

"What's up-What do you want, Morty?"

"Hey, oh nothing. Jus-just wondering if you needed some help, ya' know. Maybe with that space rhino asshole? I hear, ya' know it might be pretty tight. You probably need- want a extra hand?"

Rick spun on his grey office chair, wrench in one hand, silver flask in the other. It was pretty hard for Morty to tell because of their time apart, but he was sure Rick was 57% drunk.

"You want to go on an- " he crooked two fingers almost dropping his things- " an adventure, Morty? That what you're ask-OUGH-ing here?"

"Well, yeah. I guess. Yeah, I guess I am."

Rick gave him that long calculating stare again, making Morty slightly uncomfortable, before breaking out in a larger than life grin- "Yeah! That's the sp-spirit- that's more like it, M-morty! Let's go get that goo, Morty. But Grandpa has, you know his shoulder isn't what it used to be, Morty. You're going to have to be the one to go into the asshole this time. Don't worry. Piece of c-cake. Only took me like, an hour to reach it, Morty. But you are more spry. You'll be in an out of there in like 20 minutes tops."

"Aw, really, Rick… I mean...it's your goo. Ya' Know? A-and I have had this issue with my breathing today Rick. I-"

Rick cut him off. "You little asshole, you asked for this, Morty. Now suit up and be grateful."

Morty sighed, feeling his eyebrows pinch together. "F-Fine." He walked to the lever beside the garage door and yanked it hard, dropping out a hole in the floor. "You know, I really hate yo-your ass sometimes. You always throw me under the buss. Make-Making me do all the grunt work because you're the 'one with the space-ship and the portal gun and you'll leave me behind if I don't do exactly what you say.' What a load of- "

"Jesus, Morty, shut- if you shut up i'll take you to blitz and chips, Morty."

"Oh- Okay, Rick. Yeah, but no time limits this time, I am going to kick your ass at Roy, this time Rick." Morty said as he descended the stairs down to grab the hazard suit. He stripped and put in one leg in the yellow suit at a time, calling out, "I- I am a totally different person now, Rick. The-the ladies they can't get enough of me! Cream-Cream- Wetting their panties everytime they see me Rick. I think it will really give me an edge in the game."

"Th-OUGH-at's, yeah, that's great, Morty. Fantastic. A rea-real american hero, Morty. Now move your ass, Morty. We- I- We are on a tight schedule. The space Rhino is only asleep for another two hours. You don't want to be in- in that situation- in it's ass when it wakes up, Morty. They...they have a weird defense mechanism. To-to ward off predators like us. They, uh, well let's just say it's messy, Morty. Real messy."

"Oh that's perfect, just great. Is it going to shit on me, Rick?"

"You can only hope that is what it does, Morty." Rick chuckled. He shook his portal gun and let out a growl. "O-Oh damn it, Morty. Only enough juice for one jump. We are gon-OUGH-na, gonna have to take the ship. This is going to be a close one."

"Ok Rick." Morty said, jumping into his side of the ship, then, thinking better of it, he scooted over and grabbed the wheel.

"What are you doing?" Rick asked. " We don't have time for this."

"Aw, p-please Rick? I, It's been forever! Ages. Let me have his one."

"Hah, fine, sport. You-you little-little scamp." Rick said and jump-slid over the top of the spaceship to the other side. "Just make sure you turn on the warp drive before you pass the moon, it-it, the calculations always go wonky if you do it after."

"Right."

"An-an-an just remember-"

"Yeah, Jesus, the key transports back home if you turn it three times- I got this, Rick!"

"Ok Morty, don't get your- don't twist your panties, Morty."

With that they took off. Space travel in Rick's ship was nothing like cruising down the road in Summer's car. The silence was loud with no music to drown it. Every few moments Rick would swig his flask. Slurping noisily.

"R-" Morty's voice cracked. He cleared it. "Say, Rick. C-Could I get a drink of that?"

"Hmm?"

"Your flask."

"Huh, oh y-yeah. Here."

Morty took it, it seemed smaller in his hands than he remembered. With one hand on the wheel he unscrewed the top with this fore finger and thumb. The smell that hit was so like his real coming home. He licked a drop off the top. It tasted sweet and kind of like battery acid. He tilted his head back and took a long-long pull.

"Do I need to give you a moment? Try not to have an orgasm over there, M-morty."

Morty choked. Spitting the last bit down his shirt.

"H-Ha, yeah. Funny." Morty said, between coughs.

"That is expensive stuff, Morty, damn it." Rick yelled, yanking it back out of his hand. He put his lips to the rim and drained the rest, watching Morty watch him as he did.

Morty's stomach fumbled in a way that had nothing to do with the warp drive.

"So… Rick… I was thinking we could talk?"

"Talk? Talk about what?" Rick asked, slumping into his seat, shoving his flask back into his pocket for safekeeping.

"So…. we… hah! We had some fun times, huh?"

"What, Morty? Yeah...I guess. Where- what- where are you going with this? Just spit it out, Morty. I hate people who- who waste my time. If you have something to say, just say it. Say it." Rick growled. "Say it or shut up."

"Oh. Ok. Rick...do-do you remember the night before I left for college?" Morty said.

Morty was met with silence. Rick stared at him so long… with such a hideous expression, Morty thought he had made a terrible mistake in bringing it up.

Slowly rick leaned over him, flipped the ignition, and brought the ship to a sudden stuttering halt.

"Rick, what are you doing?"

Rick didn't respond, instead, he brought out his portal gun and blew a green fluorescent hole in the front of the ship.

"Rick! Holy fuck! What are you doing?"

"Get out, Morty."