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"So," Morty started. Rick already failed to suppress an eye roll. His hand clenched on the TV remote, tempted to raise the volume to drown out whatever bullshit Morty had to say. "S'almost Christmas."
Rick raised part of his brow, turning to face Morty on the opposite end of the couch. "Yeah, and?" Morty's lack of an answer caused Rick to exhale and shut his eyes in annoyance. Whatever, if Morty didn't want to explain himself, Rick wasn't going to push. In all honestly, he didn't care. Rick turned back to the TV, getting an entire seven seconds of content before Morty spoke up again.
"What- what are you gunna get me?"
Rick almost laughed until he realized Morty wasn't kidding. Pausing the TV, Rick turned his annoyed gaze to Morty, choosing to ignore the fact that Morty seemed to be closer to him than before. "I wasn't planning on getting you shit. I- I can get you, quite literally, anything in a matter of seconds. Why wait for- for one specific day to get you something?"
Morty pouted, and Rick just barely held back an eye roll. "What do you even want, anyway?" Rick grunted, narrowing his eyes at how Morty's face lit up and the look of mischief gleaming in his eyes.
Rick's brow furrowed, and he scrunched his nose when the corners of Morty's lips tugged up in a self-satisfied smirk, almost slapping himself as he realized a second too late that he fell into the simple trap Morty set.
"You wanna know what I want for Christmas, Rick?" Morty said, dropping his voice with every word, slowly slinking toward Rick, who tensed up and began to wonder if it was always this hot in the living room.
Morty placed his hand on Rick's thigh, leaning up to Rick's ear, his warm breath ghosting over the shell of it. "You."
Rick's breath hitched at Morty's whispered confession, frozen in shock as Morty's face flushed red. Rick couldn't even make a snide remark at Morty's triumphant smile.
As if nothing had happened, Morty reached and took the remote right out of Rick's hand, turned back to the TV, and started flipping through the channels. Rick, in his hysterical state, briefly wondered if he was hearing things, before dismissing that thought, as his hearing was perfect.
So what the fuck just happened?
Minutes later, Rick recovered from the shock of Morty's actions, only to realize Morty wasn't on the couch anymore. Rick groaned, burying his flushed face in his hands. Seriously, what the fuck just happened?
Rick stares ahead at the TV, still on and playing some ridiculous show he doesn't care about, his mind racing with different scenarios to explain Morty's behavior.
Maybe he got into Summer's drugs again and was high.
Maybe he was drunk.
Maybe he was high and drunk.
Maybe he hit his head and was suffering from brain damage.
Maybe that wasn't his Morty.
His Morty wasn't usually so bold.
Maybe that was a robot, pretending to be Morty in order to spy on him.
Maybe it was a shape-shifting alien who took Morty's likeness to secretly assassinate him when his guard was down.
Maybe this was all a simulation and nothing was real. Not him, not Morty, not anything.
Or maybe Morty just wants you to fuck him.
Rick's eyes widen in shock, and he swears his heart stops at the last thought. It's possible. He's heard of Ricks and Mortys who are into that kind of shit, but Rick isn't like that, is he?
Sure, occasionally, his hand will linger a second too long on Morty's shoulder, and yeah, he's purposely led them to cramped hiding spaces so they have no choice but to be pressed up against each other. Sometimes. But those things don't mean he's one of those Ricks. And so what if he stays up some nights, thinking about Morty, wondering what his grandson was dreaming about, wishing he didn't have to be alone in the dark, cold garage? That didn't mean shit.
Rick pauses.
He narrows his eyes and stares at the floor. Shit, he is one of those Ricks, isn't he?
Rick lets out an angered half groan half cry, and feels tempted to punch a hole in the wall. "Fuck you, Morty," Rick grumbles to himself. He clenches his hands into fists and lets his nails dig into his palms.
Finally, when Rick had all his thoughts together, wrapped up in a nice little bow, he went back to the garage and locked himself in it for the rest of the day, refusing to come out when Beth calls him for dinner and when Jerry calls him for some pathetic excuse to bond with his kids, or, as Jerry preferred to call it, family game night.
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When Rick woke up the next morning, he was passed out on the floor of the garage, empty beer cans and smashed alien wine bottles littered the ground.
Rick didn't bother to clean the mess up.
When he unlocked the garage door, he was met with Morty, who was smiling way too big and way too much for what time it was.
"H-hi, Rick! Mor-morning!" Rick scowled at Morty's elated expression. Who the fuck did this kid think he was? Pulling that stunt yesterday, leaving him without so much as an explanation, then acting as if nothing happened?
Rick was genuinely starting to wonder if anything actually happened yesterday, though. Maybe it was all in his head and he was stressing over nothing.
That last remaining hope was instantly shattered when Morty said, "So, d'you figure out w-what you-you're getting me for Christmas?"
"Fuck off. I'm not getting you shit," Rick snapped, gritting his teeth as Morty's smile dropped, only to be replaced by a smug smirk. This kid was starting to get on his last fucking nerve.
"But you k-know what I want, d-don't you, Rick?" Morty's question made Rick want to smash his head against a wall.
"Yeah," Rick said curtly, stepping back and getting ready to slam the door in Morty's stupidly smug face.
Morty strode forward, putting his palm flat against the door, holding it open. Rick knew he was stronger than Morty and could easily overpower him and shut the door, yet, for some reason, he didn't.
"Then, are you g-gunna get me it, Rick?" Morty whispered seductively, and Rick had the urge to slap the cheeky smile off his face.
"No way in hell," Rick hissed, his anger diffusing only a little at the look of annoyance that briefly flashed in Morty's eyes.
Morty simply shrugged, lips curling into an amused smirk. "'S'okay, there-there's still four days till Christmas. I'll c-change your mind before then."
With that, Morty walked away, leaving Rick again in a state of astonishment. When the hell did that little fucker get so bold?
True to his word, the next three days consisted of Morty throwing him flirty glances and smiles, wearing revealing clothes that showed so much but not enough, and being very touchy.
Morty would accidentally bump his shoulder against Rick's arm while they were walking. He would brush their hands together at the table during meals and force Rick's arm aside to cuddle next to him while they were on the couch watching TV.
Rick's control was slipping more and more by the second.
He just about had it with Morty's teasing looks and barely-there touches. The past three nights he stayed awake, staring at the floor, contemplating whether or not turning the rest of the family against him was a worthy price to pay for Morty's ass.
And on the night before Christmas, when everyone was sleeping peacefully, and presents were wrapped and under the tree, Rick was in the sound-proof basement in the garage, screaming as loud as his heart desired, chucking various glass vials filled with God knows what at a wall.
Who the fuck does Morty think he is? Rick was breathing heavily as another glass vial shattered against the wall.
This was hell. Absolute hell. Was this divine punishment? Were his past actions and crimes finally catching up to him? There was no other way to explain why now, of all times, his grandson was starting to act like a little fucking slut.
He could still hear the boy's response of "You" echoing in his head.
Rick took a deep breath, muttering a curse under his breath at the mess he'd have to clean up when he felt like it. After a few more long, deep breaths to calm him down, Rick began to evaluate his options.
Ignore and avoid Morty until Morty's little crunch wears out and the kid moves on.
Set Morty up on a date with some girls, or boys, Rick wasn't one to judge, and get him to fall in love with one of them.
Confront Morty about his 'crush' and hope the embarrassment of talking about it makes Morty stop wanting him.
Kill Morty. You can't have a crush on your grandfather if you're dead.
Rick groaned, slapping his hands over his face with an irritated sigh. None of those would work.
He needs Morty alive for his brainwaves, and maybe because it was nice to go on adventures with someone, so he couldn't kill or avoid him.
His jealousy would not allow Morty to have anyone who could possibly become more important in Morty's life. Plus, if Rick needed him quickly, Morty being on dates would be quite annoying.
He could confront Morty, but the boy was clearly very open about his desires.
So, what was Rick going to do? Ignore Morty, force the crush to fade out? Or was he going to give Morty the Christmas gift he wants?
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Finally, after yet another sleepless night, it's Christmas. The day Rick's been dreading since Morty told him what he wanted.
The family was gathered around the tree, pulling out and opening gifts, smiling at the ones they wanted, and faking laughs and smiles at the gifts they all bought each other.
Rick didn't bother to buy anyone a gift. He never did, so no one thought twice about it. Except, of course, Morty.
"So," Morty started, and Rick was hit with a feeling of deja vu. "Did you get me anything, R-rick?"
The family turned their attention to Rick and Morty, Summer being the first to speak up. "Morty, you know grandpa Rick doesn't buy us presents, why would he get you anything this year?"
Morty shrugged, a small smile forming on his lips. "I asked- I asked him to get me something, and I think I-I've done plenty of- of convincing to get th-that something." Rick scowled at Morty's self-satisfied expression.
"Really?" Beth asked, smiling as well. "Oh, Dad, that's so nice, getting Morty a gift."
'You wouldn't be thinking that if you knew what the gift actually was,' Rick thought bitterly, glaring daggers at Morty.
You wouldn't be thinking that if you knew what the gift actually was,' Morty thought at the same time happily, his smile growing larger.
"What'd you get him?"
Rick froze, irritated and unsurprised that Jerry asked the one question he really hoped to avoid. Risking a glance at Morty, he found the boy looking back at him with an amused smirk on his face, staring at Rick with an expectant look as if waiting for Rick to come up with an excuse.
"Nothing significant, 'S'stupid, really," Rick grunted, leaning back against the couch, gazing at the ceiling.
"Come on, you- you don't have to l-lie, R-Rick," Morty smiled. "My p-present is really big, r-right, Rick?" Rick snapped his eyes shut at the sultry way Morty said his name. Rick was finding it increasingly difficult to ignore how badly he wanted to take Morty right now. The rest of the family stared at them with stupid expressions, pissing Rick off more.
With clenched teeth, Rick managed, "When do you want your present, M-Morty."
"Y-you know, whenever is- is fine," The cheeky bastard smiled. Rick scowled, forcing himself to get up. He grabbed Morty's wrist and began to drag him away, a small ounce of satisfaction went through him when he saw Morty's surprised look, finally pleased to be the one to catch him off guard. "O-oh- now?"
Rick lifted a side of his brow. "I thought you said whenever was fine?"
Morty's stunned expression soon morphed into a shit-eating grin, allowing Rick to lead him to wherever they were going, both choosing to ignore Jerry when he asked where they were going.
Rick's hand tightly gripped Morty's arm and dragged him up to the boy's room. His mind was screaming at him to push Morty away, to not do what he was about to do, but he couldn't hold back any longer. Morty wanted it, who was Rick to deny his grandson what he desired?
Pausing outside Morty's door, Rick turned to Morty, stomach flipping at the hungry look in Morty's eyes, a sight Rick was certain he'd never forget. "Morty, a-are you sure about this?" Rick asked, releasing the death grip on Morty's hand, a sick wave of pleasure running down his e when he saw he left crescent-shaped marks on Morty's pale wrist.
"I-I've never been more sure a-about anything in my- my life," Morty replied honestly, staring up at Rick with an expression that was somehow innocent and lewd at the same time.
"Fuck," Rick cursed, causing Morty's smile to grow. He pulled Morty into the room, slammed the door shut, pressed Morty against it, and instantly crashed their lips together. Morty moaned shamelessly into the kiss, throwing his arms around Rick's neck to pull him closer.
Morty could feel his pants becoming tighter, whimpering against Rick's lips, which tasted like smoke and cheap booze, only serving to make everything feel more real. This was really Rick, not just another one of Morty's fantasies he thought about before bed or in the shower.
"Bed. Now." Rick ordered, and Morty eagerly complied, reaching under his bed and pulling up a bottle of lube.
Rick smirked, sauntering over to Morty and pushing him down flat on the bed. "You've been busy," He commented, glancing down at the half-empty lube bottle.
Morty's cheeks turned a light red as a teasing smile took over his face. "I-I'd think about y-you."
When the hell did Morty get so bold? Rick sure as hell wasn't going to complain, though. Rick was beginning to find out that Morty being like this was becoming a massive turn-on for him.
A moment later, they both stripped down to their boxers and continued their frenzied makeout session. "How- How often would you think about me, baby?" Rick whispered against Morty's lips, not even realizing the nickname slipping out.
"E-everytime, Rick. I- I couldn't finish with-without imagining you," Morty confessed, rolling his hips up against Rick's, moaning loudly at the friction.
"F-fuck..." Rick groaned lowly, from both Morty's confession and the way his small cock feels against Rick's body.
Putting his hands on Rick's chest, Morty pushed lightly, nonverbally telling Rick to move back for a second. When Rick complied, Morty quickly pulled his boxers down and threw them aside, allowing Rick to openly stare at what he desperately wanted.
Morty bit his lip and shifted awkwardly as Rick's gaze stayed on his dick before blushing and whining, "Stop s-staring at it, asshole!"
Rick smirked, leaning down and licking a stripe up the length. "Why? It's cute."
Rick almost laughed out loud at the mixed look of utter bewilderment and aggravation on Morty's flushed face, which was turning an even darker red.
And when Morty opened his mouth to say something, Rick took Morty's entire cock in his mouth and sucked.
Hard.
The scream of pleasure Morty let out was impossible for anyone to not have heard. There was no doubt in Rick's mind that by now, the rest of the family had a pretty good idea of what Morty's 'present' was.
Rick has sucked plenty of dick in his life, so it was no problem taking Morty. Especially since Morty was a little bit small for his age. But Rick couldn't find it in him to care what size Morty's dick was. All he cared about was that it was in his mouth and Morty was making the most delicious sounds under him.
Rick pulled off and kissed the tip lightly before trailing his tongue from the tip down to the base and back up again. The moans and cries that left Morty's mouth only reminded Rick of his own situation between his legs. Taking only the tip in his mouth, Rick began to lightly suck, gradually sucking harder as Morty's moans got louder.
"F-FUCK-" Morty screamed, tightly fisting his hands into Rick's hair, uncaring about being gentle. In response to the rough treatment, Rick hummed, the vibrations from the action caused Morty's eyes to roll back into his head and grip on Rick's hair to tighten.
Morty could feel himself growing closer and closer to his release, and it was clear that so could Rick, as right when Morty was about to cum, Rick pulled away.
Rick sat up and licked his lips, savoring the whine Morty let out.
Pulling off his boxers, Rick's erection was finally free, and now it was Mortys' turn to gawk at it. A shiver ran down Morty's spine when he realized that was going inside of him.
Rick grinned. "What? Intimidated?" He asked teasingly.
Morty shook his head and sat up. "Hell no." Without even hesitating, Morty lowered his head and took Rick's cock in his mouth. He made it about halfway before he started gagging, spit drooled from his mouth and onto his bedsheets but Morty couldn't care less.
Rick was impressed, most people couldn't take him that far unless they didn't have a gag reflex. Unfortunately, Rick didn't have time to be impressed before Morty's mouth took away every coherent thought from his head.
Morty began slowly bobbing his head, his hot tongue tracing the underside. Rick buried his hands in Morty's curls, half tempted to push Morty all the way down and see how the boy would react.
Rick shuddered and bit his lip when Morty started using his hands to stroke the parts of Rick's cock he couldn't reach. "F-fuck-" Rick muttered, tightening his hold on Morty's curls when his grandson stared up at him with a look of pure lust in his eyes. "Wh-where the hell did you learn to do t-this?"
Morty pulled off with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting his lips to Rick. With a shit-eating grin on his face, Morty replied, "Y-you know, porn. Also, a dildo I keep in- in the closet."
Rick paused. A dildo? Rick briefly wondered where Morty got it and when he had the time to, until something else, something better, took over his mind. The imagery of Morty, on his bed, deepthroating a dildo had his dick twitching in Morty's hand, and he could tell the younger boy noticed.
Letting go of Rick's cock, Morty leaned back on his bed and spread his legs, revealing to Rick Morty's open hole and inner thighs, coated in lube. Rick assumed Morty fingered himself while sucking his dick, but decided thinking about it wasn't worth it.
Carefully lining himself up with Morty's entrance, Rick studied Morty's face for any sign of nervousness or hesitation. When all he found was impatience and lust, Rick pushed in slowly.
Morty's eyes widened almost comedically at the stretch. It was as pleasurable as it was painful, and Morty truthfully didn't know if it hurt or if it felt amazing. Probably both.
"C-Come on," Morty hurried, fisting the cheap fabric of his bedsheets. "F-faster. Do it f-fucking faster, Rick," Morty whined. He waited long enough for this, he did not want Rick to take his time. Morty thought back to Rick's words a few days ago, about how waiting for one specific day to get something was stupid, Morty could say, with one hundred percent certainty, that Rick was right. Why the hell did he wait so long to start this?
Morty groaned as Rick's pace stayed the same, attempting to push himself against Rick, but failing when Rick held his hips down and kept him in place. He scowled at Rick's smirking face.
Morty shuddered as he felt the precum drip from his tip down the length of his cock. Rick wasn't going fast enough, and he desperately wanted it hard...
"Fuck me f-faster or I-I'll go find a-a Rick who will." It was an empty threat. Morty didn't want another Rick. He hoped Rick didn't see through it.
Morty whimpered pathetically when Rick's slow movement stopped entirely. "Rick? Wh-" Morty didn't end up finishing his question. Rick thrust his entire cock into Morty, all previous intentions of being gentle immediately forgotten.
"F-FUCKING- HOLY S-SHIT-" Morty cried, thrashing his head from side to side as Rick's cock stretched his hole open.
Rick fucked him at a breakneck pace, slamming his dick straight into Morty's prostate, reducing the boy to a whimpering, crying mess. "YE-YES- RICK- F-FUCK ME! FASTER. M-MORE- FUCK- RICK-" Morty screamed shamelessly, tears that began to well in his eyes slipping down his cheeks. Rick lifted a hand a wiped them away. The soft act in the middle of their frenzied activities made Morty more embarrassed than he was about openly screaming Rick's name and begging him for more.
"I fucking dare you to find another Rick," Rick hissed, using his free hand to reach down to stroke Morty in time with his thrusts. The stimulation from his prostate being constantly assaulted and the hand on his dick was almost too much. Morty began to breathe heavily as his balls tightened and a warm feeling erupted in his stomach.
All it took for Morty to cum was Rick delivering one more rough thrust to Morty's prostate, and whispering in Morty's ear, "You're mine."
Rick lasted three more sloppy thrusts before Morty's ass clamping down on him became too much to bear. He came inside Morty, slamming his cock as deep as he could get.
Morty sighed contently when Rick collapsed on top of him, wrapping his arms around Rick with a stupid grin on his face.
"Hey, R-Rick?"
"Hm."
"Merry Christmas."
Morty heard Rick let out a breathy laugh before the older man turned to place a soft kiss on Morty's smiling lips. "Merry Christmas, Morty."