Chapter: 3/100
Word Count: 446
Pairings: Rick Sanchez/Morty Smith
Characters: Rick Sanchez, Morty Smith
Warnings: Gay, Slash, Yaoi, Incest, C137cest, Grandfather/Grandson Incest, Fluff
Chapter Summary: Rick hadn't exactly meant it was on him quite like this.

AN: Okay, so, like. I'm just blowing through these. xD I'm so hyped up on writing for some reason this morning, so let's keep the oil burning, shall we? This prompt is "No, no, it's my treat." I hope you guys enjoy!

Chapter Three: Ice Cream On Me

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Morty fished in his pocket for his change, having decided that he was going to treat himself and Rick to some ice cream. Of course, with it being so hot, he'd thrown on a pair of shorts and hadn't noticed the huge hole in his pocket. With his whole hand through it, he blanched, eyes wide as ice cream dripped down his thumb.

"A-aww, geez… My money's gone!" He whined a little, looking up at Rick with those large, round eyes of his. The elder just smiled lazily at him, and the person behind the counter that looked rather put out, and shook his head.

"No, n-no, Morty, don't worry, it's on m- It- It's my treat." He told the frowning boy, pulling out his wallet and paying the four something it took to get their ice cream. Licking nonchalantly at his double dip of pistachio, he watched Morty's eyes follow his tongue along the frosty treat. Once it was paid for, they started for a bench nearby and sat down, Morty's mouth frantically trying to keep him from dripping chocolate and strawberry down his shirt, too.

"Th-thanks, Rick." He finally managed, once he was sure his ice cream was a bit more under control.

"Do-don't sweat it, Bug. It was a sw-sweet gesture, though, from a sweet boy." Wrapping his arm around Morty's shoulders absently, he tugged the kid a little closer, shaking his head, "You- You're a sweet kid, Morty."

As Morty started licking more at the chocolate ice cream, he rest his head on Rick's chest, closing his eyes. What he hadn't expected, however, was that he hadn't fully licked it into place, and seconds later the brown ball of ice cream dropped, leaving a stark stain across the elder's labcoat. Starting a little, Rick looked down, bumping the ice cream to the grass with his hip.

"Y-you know, Morty, I know I said it's on m-me, but I didn't mean it lit- Literally, Morty." He spoke plainly, his face blank. Morty laughed nervously, blushing and looking away.

"S-sorry, Rick, I-"

"Don't even trip, dawg. If you want more, I'll get you more, and we can portal home and I'll change. Needed to do some laundry, anyway." Winking and smiling slightly, he kissed the other's forehead, "What do you say, huh?"

"I… W-we can just go home, Rick." Morty blushed, staring at the ice cream melting into the grass.

"We can get some BJ's later."

"H-huh?" Perking a little, he glanced at Rick's crotch.

"Ben and Jerry's, Morty, Jesus. Don't be such a needy bitch." Laughing boisterously, Rick shot them a portal and they headed on home to get started on his laundry.

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AN: I literally cannot stop apparently, so here's another one! I hope you guys enjoy!