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Rick Sanchez of Dimension T-127 tapped his foot impatiently on the dirt road at the front gate of his property, Sanchez Ranch. Not the most original name, but hey, he was a Rick.
The longhorns mooed lazily in the distance, only serving to make him feel even more anxious and impatient than he already was.
He pulled the cigarette out from between his lips, throwing it to the ground and stamping it out with the sole of his boot; his spurs jingling from the movement.
Fuck, what a goddamn turn of events his life has taken lately.
Two weeks ago, his daughter had come for her yearly two-week visit, her husband and children in tow. It had been a normal visit, two weeks of entertaining his grandkids while Beth and Jerry got a bit of a break. He took all of his family to the city for the state fair where they all gorged on the deep fried fair foods, played games on the midway, and took in various shows and contests.
Rick had, just as he did every year, begged and pleaded with his daughter to come back to the ranch. Told her he had plenty of room for the whole family and that he could always use a talented horse caretaker and who better than a genius horse surgeon like her?
“Oh, Daddy,” she had said, “you know I love you, but this place just isn’t for me anymore. Besides, you give Jerry way too much grief and I love being a surgeon. I have my own life, Daddy,” he remembers her sighing, looking at him sadly before kissing him on the cheek, “we’ll be back for your birthday, okay?”
Rick wishes now that he had used one of his many inventions to screw with her mind and convinced her to stay. He wishes he had done anything but say “Okay, I love you, sugar,” and waved his family goodbye as they drove off.
He wishes he didn’t go off-planet to get drunk in some random space bar the whole night. He wishes he had remembered to take his phone with him.
Rick wishes that the thing that sobered him up upon returning home a week later wasn’t a series of voicemails from a hospital and the local police station from a town hours away informing him that his family was in a terrible car accident.
His daughter and son-in-law died instantly from the impact caused by a drunk driver, who also died in the accident, while his grandchildren had survived but got banged up.
Unfortunately, Rick only just saw them for the first time since the accident at the funeral a few days ago, having been busy making arrangements for the funeral and jumping through the hoops required to become the legal guardian of the kids. After all, he was their only living relative. Jerry’s parents died last year within months of each other so he was the only family they had left.
Of course he was gonna take them in!
That’s why he was anxiously standing at the gate to his ranch, now pacing as he waited for the child welfare agent to bring them to their new home. The kids had been taken home to pack up their rooms, most of which would be delivered here later.
Finally, at long last, Rick spotted an unfamiliar black van slow down to a crawl as it pulled up to the ranch. Rick swallowed his nerves and grinned as the agent rolled down her window, “Mr. Sanchez? I’m sorry we’re late, these backroads are hard to navigate!” She laughed before turning her head to the backseat, “Alright, kids, here’s your grandpa!”
Morty and Summer pushed against each other in a struggle to get out of the car first, falling onto the ground with a grunt before scrambling to throw themselves against the old man.
“Granddaddy!” They yelled in unison, the five year old boy and eight year old girl throwing themselves against him.
“We missed you!” Summer cried.
“Up! Up!” Morty whined, sticking his arms up in the air while tears were in his eyes, his lower lip trembling pathetically.
“Aw, darlin’, it’s okay, Granddaddy’s gotcha!” Rick gave into the boy’s demand, scooping Morty up into his arms while Summer rolled her eyes dramatically before getting their suitcases out of the car.
The welfare agent took off shortly after that and Rick led the children to their new rooms. Summer jumped for joy at seeing her new room, far larger than her old one, and a brand new princess bed in the dead center of it, matching the light pink walls and complimenting the white work desk in the corner and white dresser across from the bed.
“It’s so pretty, Granddaddy!” She squealed happily, hugging the man’s legs before running and throwing herself onto the bed, “I can’t wait to get all my stuffed animals in here! All my stuff is going to look soooo good in here!”
Rick laughed, genuinely happy to see the girl in such good spirits. He’s glad he thought to set up her room like this. Most of his house was rustic looking, a lot of wooden furniture and typical old cowboy western decor was all over the place, but he’d visited Beth last year on her birthday and got to see both of the kids rooms so he figured he’d fix their new rooms up to be more familiar.
Morty, however, was a little less enthusiastic about his room, suddenly bawling at the sight of it.
Rick didn’t know what was wrong or what to do with the crying child, so he just hugged the poor boy, “Shh, it’s okay, darlin’,” he whispered, gently patting Morty’s back until his cries became tiny hiccups, then he wiped the boy’s tears away, “it’s okay, sugar, w-we can make your room look however you want!”
Morty just sniffled, shrugging while avoiding eye contact with Rick.
“It’s not that. He wants to see the horsies,” Summer chimed in suddenly and Morty went red in the face, embarrassed that his sister told their grandfather that, “Mama said next year she’d take him for a ride, but, well…” She trailed off with a sigh, now morose.
Rick pulled the girl closer and hugged both of his grandkids, “Ah’ight then, kiddos! That works out great, cuz Granddaddy’s got another surprise!”
He ushered the kids out towards the backyard porch where two gift wrapped boxes sat on a table.
The kids' faces lit up instantly and they tore into them, revealing two stetson hats in two different sizes, a light pink one for Summer and a brown one for Morty, both similar to the white stetson Rick himself now donned.
“Ain’t no good for a couple of youngins like y’all to go without proper hats!” He grinned, puffing out his chest, “I’ll make right proper cowpokes out of ya yet!”
Both of the children laughed and put on their hats, already loving them.
It didn’t take long for the kids to get acclimated and before Rick knew it, nine whole years had passed him by.
“Granddaddy!” Morty snuck up behind the older man where he stood at the kitchen counter, preparing breakfast, poking Rick’s sides to pull a surprise laugh from his ticklish grandfather, “Can we go ridin’ today? Please?”
Rick put his hands on the counter, continuing to laugh, “Boy, you gonna gimme a heartattack one of these days!” He sighed happily, ruffling Morty’s hair, “Sure thing, darlin’! After breakfast, w-we’ll hitch up ol’ Faraday an’ Butterscotch for a ride.”
The fourteen year old boy beamed up at the older man and quickly took his place at the table as his sister sauntered into the room, eyes glued to her phone.
“Granddaddy, my friends invited me out for the weekend, so can Rodrigo take care of Tinkles for me?” Summer asked innocently.
“She’s yer horse, Sum-Sum,” Rick sighed, throwing the girl an aggravated look, “she’s all sad, ya know? She hasn’t had a good ride with ya in a long while. Tell you what, you take her out, run some errands for me, an’ I’ll get Rodrigo to look after her.”
Summer groaned in response, “Take her into town, Granddaddy? Can’t I take the truck instead?”
“Nope!” Rick insisted, “Sh-she’s a fine mare, Summer, y-you need to care for her more often l-like Morty takes care of Butterscotch and Snuffles!”
Summer looked at him flatly, “Fine,” she responded, “better get goin’ then, I’ll get breakfast in town.”
Rick shook his head and sighed as the girl hurried out the door, “Begs me for a horse a-an’ doesn’t want to take care of her,” he grumbled, “I paid good money for y’all’s horses, Morty! D-don’t ever treat a fine stallion like Butterscotch the way yer sister treats Tinkles!”
Morty giggled when Rick placed the pancakes in front of him, “No, sir, Granddaddy! I’d n-never do that to Butterscotch!”
“Good boy!” Rick placed a big, wet kiss on Morty's forehead, making Morty red in the face and sending the boy into a fit of laughter.
After breakfast, the two were trotting along on their horses, talking about the possibility of Rick taking Morty into space soon.
“I don’t want you g-gettin’ hurt, sugar, space is right dangerous,” Rick huffed, shaking his head, “c-come on now, don’t pout.”
“I j-just wanna go with ya to wherever it is ya go o-once a month, Granddaddy!” The boy whined, sulking, “Ain’t fair.”
Rick sighed heavily. Maybe he was being far too overprotective of the boy. After all, his little Morty had more than proven himself by working on the ranch, always eager to help and learn. Maybe a trip to the Citadel wouldn’t be so bad with Morty by his side; that was the only place he really went to anymore these days anyway. Hell, he hadn’t even had a fling with anyone but one of his doppelgängers since the kids moved in with him!
“Ah’ight, darlin’,” he smirked, “I’ll make ya a bet! Iffen ya can beat me in a race to that there tree,” he pointed at the tallest tree in the near distance, the spot their cattle liked to lounge under on searing hot days, “I’ll take ya with me th-the next time I travel offa Earth.”
“Deal!” Morty shouted excitedly, “Ready?”
“On yer marks…”
“Get set…”
“Go!”
“Yeehaw!” Morty shouted, smacking the reins of his horse and leaning forward, the horse breaking into a sprint.
Rick let out a sharp whistle at the same time, assuming the same pose as his grandson as the pair raced for the tree.
The wind was harsh against their faces and blew their hats off of their heads, but the pair laughed joyously at the adrenaline rush pumping through them from the excitement.
Then Morty made the mistake of looking over at his grandfather. His eyes going wide with awe as he took in the sight before him.
Rick’s eyes alight as he stared straight ahead, smiling wide. His hair and long white jacket blowing in the breeze. The white stallion under him, sleek and deceptively powerful, his muscles rippling under his white fur in the same way Rick’s legs strained as they kept him in his riding position. So much strength and power under something so sleek.
The way Rick’s hands gripped the reins, how in spite of the fire in his eyes he remained so in control. The man looked so regal, wild, and free all at the same time.
Morty was utterly captivated by his grandfather’s passion at this moment. Rick was like a wild mustang running free and Morty felt like his heart came to a dead stop even though it was beating a mile a minute.
Fire rushed towards his face and dizziness overcame him as it dawned on him that Rick was the most perfect and beautiful creature he’d ever laid eyes on…
At least until Morty lost the race and Rick ended up making fun of him the entire ride back.
Nevertheless, Rick still agreed to take Morty out the next time he left Earth.
“Really? Now?” Rick groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose, “I- I was just out there a few days ago! W-what do you mean ‘trial’?! Can’t y’all get someone else to do that shit?!”
Morty was laying on the couch, mindlessly watching TV and petting his dog Snuffles while Rick grumbled angrily into his phone. The boy was still lost in his thoughts from a mere hour ago when they raced, how he was so utterly captivated by the older man.
What was all that about?
“Morty.”
The boy nearly jumped out of his skin as his grandfather was suddenly standing over him.
“Y-yes, Granddaddy?”
“I have to head out suddenly,” he sighed, pulling out his portal gun, “sorry, darlin’, it’s emergency business.”
“You— are you goin’ off planet?” He narrowed his eyes at the older man, “I wanna go! You promised!”
“This is different! It’s b-borin’ shit I gotta deal with!”
“You still promised!”
Rick let out a long sigh of defeat, “Fine.”
Morty squeaked happily and sat up, putting his dog on the floor so he could tug on his boots, “M’kay, Snuffles! Y-you be a good boy!”
With one final pet on his dogs head, Morty followed Rick through the portal.
To say that Morty was shocked would be an understatement. Everyone around him was either a Rick or a Morty and he was having a hard time making sense of a place like this being possible.
Stiffly, he followed his grandfather’s lead wherever they went and kept his gaze straight ahead; walking like he was saddle sore.
“Hey look, there’s cowboy versions of us!” He heard his own voice, sans the accent, say. But he didn’t dare look back in fear of accidentally being separated from his own grandfather.
Eventually, Rick grabbed his hand and led him into a chamber where a bunch of other Rick’s and Morty’s gathered in, all looking either lost or annoyed.
“W-what’s going on, Granddaddy?” He tugged on Rick’s sleeve.
“A trial,” Rick began, squeezing Morty’s hand tightly, “th-this Rick has been accused of killing other Rick’s and kidnapping their Morty’s.”
Morty instinctively pressed himself closer to Rick, but wondered why anyone would want to kidnap other versions of him. For that matter, what was even up with this place?
Morty didn’t understand a word of this so-called ‘trial’, but the images of mutilated Rick’s unnerved him and he pressed himself even closer to his grandfather, now worried for the man’s safety.
Would whoever did this come after his Granddaddy too?
Things erupted into chaos as the prisoners escaped and suddenly the spectators were shuffled out of the chambers.
Rick sighed, long and weary, taking off his hat to ruffle through his flattened hair.
“What a shitshow,” he complained, “well, th-this whole trip was pointless.”
“Um, w-why‘d you hafta come out here anyway, Granddaddy?” Morty squeezed Rick’s hand a little, concerned for the older man.
“You saw those Rick’s lording over the rest of us?” The man huffed, “Th-they’re like my bosses an’ they w-wanted me here in case that Rick confessed to the location of the missing Morty’s.”
“Why?” Morty cocked his brow.
Rick rubbed the back of his neck before he placed the hat back onto his head, “Cuz th-they’ll need to be relocated an’ my ranch here has barracks f-for my workers, which are mostly Morty’s.”
Morty’s face dropped a little, “Y-you have another ranch here, Granddaddy?” He asked in a small voice, feeling betrayed by that knowledge somehow, “O-other Mor— me’s?”
Stopping and blinking slowly, Rick’s eyes then widened, “Sugar, no!” He put his hands on Morty’s face, cupping the boy’s cheeks gently, “I- I mean yes, I do, b-but yer my one and only Morty, darlin’! I hire an’ pay the Morty’s on my ranch here to- to take care of my special cattle. They ain’t like the cattle back home, th-they’re genetically modified.”
“Genetically modified?”
“Yes, darlin’, see this place here? They h-have their own food production an’ I help provide this place with a steady supply of beef and milk. I take samples of some of our best cattle on Earth, b-bring’em here, an’ I make clones of ‘em! The Morty’s who work for me t-take care of ‘em until it’s time for the slaughter.”
“Oh…” Morty replied, “So, y-yer a big deal here then, Granddaddy?”
“Sure as shootin’ am, darlin’!” Rick laughed heartily, “Would— would ya like to see it?”
Morty nodded shyly.
Getting to see more of this part of Rick’s life would be a dream come true!
That’s how Morty found himself sitting at a nice dining table, being served by employees who looked exactly like him, and eating one of the best steaks he’d ever had.
Morty felt so out of place here.
He looked guiltily down at his food.
If Rick hadn’t taken in him and Summer, Rick would probably be living a good life here, a fancy life. Sure, the ranch back home was nice but it was still old and rustic. Yes, Rick was financially very well off, but he still worked the ranch alongside the few ranch hands he’d hired over the years.
It was just so much nicer here.
Plus all these Morty’s seemed to want to dote on him. A few even threw Morty dirty looks of envy.
“S-somethin’ wrong, darlin’?” Rick asked him.
“So th-this is where ya go when you leave for a few days every month?” Morty shifted in his plush seat nervously.
Rick paused his movements briefly and put the fork against his lips down to the plate, “Yes, sugar, f-for business. Th-this ain’t my home,” he reached out and grabbed Morty’s hand, giving it a small squeeze, “an’ you’re my one an’ only Morty, darlin’. I know that look on yer face an’ I dun want ya gettin’ any crazy thoughts in that pretty lil’ head of yours. Ya hear?”
Morty smiled at his grandfather’s words. After all these years raising him, the man just knew him so well.
“Yes, Granddaddy,” he blushed, pink dusting his cheeks with the knowledge that his granddaddy loved him special, that their relationship was special, “I g-guess this is just all so, y-ya know, dauntin’! I never expected ya had such a- a fascinatin’ life here!”
Rick hummed in thought as he finished his meal, “Yeah, it can be, guess that’s why I didn’t bring ya here sooner,” he admitted, “didn’t want ya thinkin’ ya weren’t my ‘special little cowboy’ anymore.”
Morty blushed harder out of embarrassment at the use of Rick’s old term for him, “Granddaddy! Th-that’s embarrassin’!”
“What?!” Rick grinned, standing up suddenly and coming around to hug Morty from behind, “D-don’t wanna admit how ya used to play ‘horsie’ with me?” He pinched Morty’s cheek playfully while the boy laughed, “Used to ride around on my back yellin’ ‘giddy up, Granddaddy’!”
“Aw jeez,” Morty cried out as Rick began to tickle his tummy mercilessly, “I- I was six, Granddaddy!”
“Pfft! Yer never too old to play with yer old man, darlin’!” With that, Rick effortlessly hoisted the boy up, taking Morty’s breath away in the process before somehow the man maneuvered Morty onto his back.
“Oh man…” Morty locked his limbs around the older man, knowing what was coming next.
Rick flashed him a sly grin before taking off running, bolting throughout the large house. The pair laughed wildly as Rick ran around carrying his grandson, jumping over obstacles with ease for a solid ten minutes.
Finally, Rick and Morty collapsed onto the floor in a pile, Rick on his back and Morty cuddled up to his chest as they willed their laughter to die down.
“Granddaddy,” Morty got out in between laughs, “you’re nuts.” Without thinking, Morty placed a kiss on Rick’s cheek before recoiling, having realized what he’d just done.
“Aww,” Rick cooed softly, “y-ya haven’t given me a kiss on the cheek in years, darlin’! Granddaddy missed yer sugar!”
Morty let out a squeak while blushing with embarrassment.
Mercifully, the moment passed when one of the Morty workers walked in and told Rick that he had a phone call, and so Morty was left alone to settle his wildly beating heart until Rick returned and announced they were going home.
That night, Morty clenched the sheets of his bed against his chest, his heart hammering away.
“Snuffles…” Morty whimpered and the little dog stuck his head up from where he lay next to Morty and crawled over into the boy’s arms, his soft fur providing great comfort to Morty, “Oh, Snuffles, w-what am I gonna do?”
The longer Morty had thought on his feelings, especially after all that he’d seen today, the more he was certain that his grandfather had utterly captured his heart. He couldn’t get the image of the older man out of his head.
His wild hair. His lean body. Brilliant eyes. Beautiful smile. The way the skin around his eyes crinkled and the wrinkles became more pronounced as he smiled.
Those large and nimble hands that were so strong and calloused from years of manual labor.
The familiar throbbing in Morty’s dick just confirmed his suspicions.
Unfortunately, the little dog his grandfather had gotten for him years ago offered no solutions. Only giving him a little lick on the cheek.
“Dagnabbit!” He swore, picking Snuffles up and placing him back on the bed, “Y-you’re right, Snuffles! I- I just gotta be direct with him! If… If he doesn’t love me anymore afterwards, well, I… I dunno what, b-but I don’t think he’ll hate me, d-do you?”
Snuffles tilted his head at the boy and Morty just sighed, turning to trudge his way towards Rick’s room.
He cracked open the door and tip-toed in, hearing his grandfather snort occasionally as he snored.
Morty carefully crept into the king sized bed and inched closer to the older man until he was able to reach out and barely caress his fingertips across Rick’s slightly flabby pecs. His hand moved upward, over Rick’s clavicle, then his neck, and finally barely ghosting over the man’s cheek.
That’s when Rick’s eyes snapped over and nearly scared Morty half to death.
“Not polite t-to just feel someone up while they’re sleepin’, Morty.” Rick yawned, putting a hand on Morty’s waist, gently stroking the bit of exposed skin with his thumb where Morty’s nightshirt rode up, “You ah’ight, darlin’?”
Morty opened his mouth to speak, to pour his heart out and confess these new feelings, but he choked on them instead.
“Granddaddy’s here, baby boy,” Rick cooed quietly, softly, using a term of endearment he hadn’t used for Morty in a while, “w-whatever’s troublin’ yer little heart, Granddaddy’s here to make it better.”
Tears sprang to Morty’s eyes as a rush of emotion overcame him. With no more hesitation, Morty grabbed Rick’s face and slammed his lips against the older man’s. His very first kiss; awkward to say the least, but sparks danced across his flesh all the same and he moaned into it. Tangling his fingers into Rick’s hair as the man remained stock still.
Then Rick was gently pushing Morty away, locking eyes with the boy with the most sorrowful look Morty had ever seen in those brilliant blue orbs.
“Morty…” He whispered, “M-my lil’ darlin’ Morty…” The man shuddered, fingers caressing a stray lock of Morty’s hair and brushing it behind his ear.
“Granddaddy?” The boy whimpered a little, unsure of what was going on in the older man’s head.
Rick leaned in while Morty was lost in his thoughts and gently pressed his lips against Morty’s, slowly moving them against Morty’s, pulling deep and aroused moans from the boy’s throat, providing Rick the opportunity to slip his tongue between Morty’s parted lips.
Morty squealed into Rick’s mouth as he felt the older man’s tongue entwine with his own. Rick’s large hands sneaking up under the thin fabric of Morty’s shirt as he pulled the boy closer to his warm body.
Morty could scarcely believe what was happening. Rick was actually kissing him back and it felt better than he could have ever imagined!
They pressed themselves closer together, hands exploring every inch of smooth and wrinkled skin that they could reach. Crotches grinding together, feeling each other’s hardness in their loose fitting pajama pants.
“Oh!” Morty threw his head back with a pathetic whine when Rick gripped his ass with both of his large and rough hands, “H-harder, Granddaddy,” he whimpered pathetically, “please, p-please, I need… I need…!”
“Shhh,” Rick silenced the boy with a tender kiss, giving Morty’s ass a harsh squeeze at the same time, “Granddaddy knows what ya need, darlin’.”
A gasp escaped Morty’s mouth when Rick turned them over, laying Morty flat on his back and hovering over him.
“Fuck…” Rick took in Morty’s flushed expression and tented pants, his little body drawing him in, “Shit, baby boy,” the man clenched his eyes shut and shoved himself away, “I’m s-sorry, Morty.”
“Granddaddy, w-wait!” Morty shot upright, grabbing Rick’s arm before the man could move off the bed, “D-don’t leave me, Granddaddy, you… You w-want me too, r-right? It- it’s okay, I- I want ya, Granddaddy, please…”
Rick looked back at his grandson; his ice blue eyes full of longing, loneliness, and a deep pain that Morty couldn’t even begin to estimate the depths of.
“It- it ain’t right, Morty,” the man huffed, combing his fingers through his hair and ruffling it, “n-no matter how bad I want ya.”
“Granddaddy?” Morty weakly murmured, crawling closer to the older man, close enough to where he could wrap his arms around Rick’s torso and press his cheek to the old man’s thin but strong back, “Um, h-how long have ya w-wanted me?”
Rick inhaled deeply, “A year,” he admitted, “l-last year when we were swimmin’ in the lake, ya looked so- so damn beautiful, darlin’!” He laughed in disbelief, “I ain’t ever had those predilections before, f-for littluns that is, b-but remember how I stayed away from ya for a bit while ya played with Snuffles? Well, I was hidin’ the, uh, th-the snake in my shorts.” He snorted, shaking his head.
“Oh,” Morty blushed, eyes wide with realization, “is… Um, is it a big snake, Granddaddy?”
Rick turned and gave him a halfhearted glare, licking his lips as his mind conjured up filthy images, “Fuck,” he huffed; his admittedly weak resistance to his own lust clouding his brain, “a- a goddamn python, darlin’.”
Morty shivered from the man’s words and he moved his hands around Rick’s torso, lightly caressing the sagging skin, making the older man shiver with delight, “Ain’t ever seen a python b-before, Granddaddy,” the boy lustfully whispered, pressing a little kiss on Rick’s knobby spine, “sh-show me?”
He felt Rick shiver and moan, “F-fuck it, sugar, I j-just can’t resist ya,” he chuckled, “I hope yer in for a wild ride, baby, cuz I’m hung like a horse and buck like a bronco.”
Quick as a whip, Rick pounced on his grandson, grinding their clothed cocks together, pulling a whining moan from Morty’s throat, “A- a horse, Granddaddy?” He whined, recalling memories of the first time he ever saw a stallion mount a mare; the sheer girth of the stallion (Faraday, Rick’s horse, ironically enough) gave Morty’s newly pubescent mind a perverse thrill. Of course, Morty quickly buried that memory, but now it was coming back, “Aw jeez, th-that… I’ve always wanted to ride a bucking bronco, Granddaddy.”
When Morty’s flushed face grinned and the boy batted his eyes flirtatiously, Rick lost his final bit of sanity and grabbed Morty’s shirt, ripping it open and sending the buttons flying across the room.
“Y-ya gotta filthy mouth there, boy,” the man chuckled darkly, “you should be careful what ya wish for.”
Rick hungrily captures Morty’s lips once more, forcing a squeal of excitement from the young boy’s throat. The sheer eroticism of his grandfather’s possessive kisses and primal tearing of Morty’s shirt was making the boy feel lightheaded in the best possible way.
Rick broke away from the kiss and let out a grunt of annoyance at the fabric separating their bodies, so he tore off Morty’s pants and groaned lewdly at the sight of his grandson’s naked body; the boy’s little cock standing up, rock hard and twitching for attention.
Oh the things Rick wanted to do to Morty’s cute little sexy body. But that could wait for later, when he didn’t feel so frenzied.
“Pull down my pants, darlin’ boy,” Rick ordered, “c-come get a good look at the size of Granddaddy’s gun.”
“Aw jeez,” Morty flung himself up into a sitting position and dipped his fingers under Rick’s waistband, “y-you ain’t taught me how to handle a big gun yet, Granddaddy,” he smirked playfully, “ya finally gonna teach me?”
Rick shivered and licked his lips once again, finding himself aroused by the mixed metaphors of their dirty talk and by the warm breath he could feel on his cock through the thin material of his pants, “Damn straight,” he grinned, “start by gettin’ a good hard look at it, sugar.”
Morty giggled nervously and licked his lips, slowly lowering the elastic band of Rick’s pants lower and lower. Catching sight of a thick bush of silvery-blue pubic hair, he couldn’t help but salivate.
Lower and lower, revealing the lines of Rick’s lean and wiry frame, the jutting of his narrow hip bones made the boy want to kiss and nibble on them.
Then Rick’s cock finally sprang free, bobbing up and down freely as Morty slipped the elastic down the man’s legs all the way.
“W-wow…” The boy marveled, reflexively tensing his thighs and clenching his asshole from the sight of his grandfather’s magnificent cock.
Rick couldn’t stifle the chuckle he made at Morty’s reaction, “Why don’t ya give it a little kiss, sugar?” He suggested, “R-right on the tip.”
The boy shivered with eagerness and puckered his lips, kissing the head of Rick’s cock softly before looking up at the man bashfully, “C-c-can I kiss it more, Granddaddy?” He asked, wiggling around in place.
“Hell yeah, darlin’!” The older man shouted a little too loudly, the look on his grandson’s face driving him absolutely wild.
Grabbing the thick shaft of Rick’s cock, the boy brought his lips to the fat cockhead, kissing all the way down the length as he pumped the foreskin. He moved his hands to Rick’s bony hips for support, kissing further down the man’s shaft, nuzzling Rick’s saggy balls and humming contentedly.
“S-so big,” the boy murmured, running his hands over Rick’s thin but deceptively strong thighs, groping the lean muscle as he pulled lustful moans from Rick’s throat, “y-y-you smell l-like a— a real man, Granddaddy!” Morty inhaled Rick’s thick masculine scent deep into his lungs, drool running down his chin.
“Fuuuuuck,” Rick groaned, grabbing the back of Morty’s head, tangling his fingers in the boy’s chocolate locks and shoving Morty even closer against his junk, lightly rocking against his grandson’s face, dragging his cock and balls across Morty’s adorably chubby face and smearing pre-cum all over it, all while the boy smiled happily like it was an honor getting teabagged by his grandfather, “th-that’s cuz I am a real man, baby!”
Rick shoved Morty back onto the bed and got off to move over to his dresser, urgently ripping open a drawer and pulling out a palm-sized metallic jar.
“I ain’t waitin’ any longer, sugar,” Rick grinned hungrily down at the boy, “spread yer ass now.”
Shivering, Morty bit his lip and grabbed the globes of his ass, spreading his cheeks as Rick slathered the contents of the jar on his dick, “W-what is that?”
“A special bit of lube, darlin’!” Rick chuckled, slicking up his fingers and pressing them against Morty’s hole, circling the rim as the lube relaxed Morty’s muscles around his opening, “G-got this here little beauty from a Rick in another dimension. It’ll ease th-the way completely an’ relax ya, so I can just,” he made a sharp whistling sound, “slide right on in, n-no need for further prep. Heard the Rick who made this used it on a Morty even smaller than normal, a frail lil’ thing, an’ it worked like a charm.”
“Jeez,” Morty shivered but felt more at ease with the knowledge, “t-to be honest, I’m glad to hear it, Granddaddy,” the boy chuckled, “I- I was a little worried ‘bout that since yer so big.”
Slipping a finger inside of the boy’s hole, Rick grinned predatorily as Morty arched his back, moaning from the touch, “Hm, ya make such sweet noises,” the man hummed, “and yer so dagum pretty.”
Morty’s breath hitched, his eyes going wide, “P-p-pretty?!” He squeaked, squirming around on the bed, his face going a deep shade of crimson.
“Yeah, pretty, ” Rick reiterated with a thrust of his finger, his Texan drawl becoming thicker the deeper he sank into his lust, “y-ya got no idea just how hard it was to keep my hands offa ya this past year, Morty,” he bent down and placed a kiss on Morty’s blushing cheek, pressing searing hot kisses all over Morty’s neck, “especially w-when ya wear yer chaps, baby, whoo boy! Ha, those nights I’d ‘polish my gun’, thinkin’ ‘bout ya wearing nothin’ but them chaps, yer cute lil’ ass framed so perfect by’em,” Rick let out a low and lustful groan, licking a stripe on Morty’s neck, “givin’ me such a lovely view an’ easy access for whenever I wanted ya.”
An unrestrained moan left Morty’s mouth, his head dizzy from the mental image. He’d really driven Rick crazy like that?
“Jeez, Granddaddy! I- I need ya, now!” Morty cried out, panting and grabbing at Rick’s hair, stealing a kiss from the older man and moaning into it when Rick plunged his tongue into the boy’s small mouth.
Without breaking the kiss, Rick removed his finger and pressed the blunt tip of his cock against Morty’s hole, forcing himself in slowly. Morty yanked on his hair as Rick inched his way inside, both groaning in unison with every rock of the older man’s hips.
“Fuck, sugar, y-ya have no idea how good ya feel,” Rick panted as he nipped at Morty’s earlobe, sucking on the sensitive flesh harder when Morty mewled so sweetly in response, “so good, s-so tight for Granddaddy!”
Clawing at Rick’s back, Morty felt like he was simultaneously wound tight and spiraling out of control. The sensation of being filled, of being stretched, how the stretch felt like a pleasant burn but didn’t hurt in the slightest, of hearing his grandfather’s erotic grunts and groans, it was all so overwhelming that all he could do was cling to the man desperately, “Oh, Granddaddy! Y-ya feel so good too!”
Tears fell from Morty’s eyes from the strength of his emotions and Rick kissed them away as the salty liquid rolled down Morty’s plump and red cheeks, “I got ya, darlin’,” Rick softly proclaimed, “I’ve been takin’ care of ya for nine years an’ I ain’t about to stop doin’ that now.”
Morty threw his head back with a keening whine of ecstasy as his grandfather bottomed out, punctuating the end of his words by slamming home in one swift motion, leaving his grandson unable to speak.
“Christ,” Rick shuddered as he swore, petting Morty’s hair lovingly, being so tender with his little grandson, “h-hold on, sugar,” he pressed a kiss to Morty’s temple while snaking his hands under the boy’s back, “I buck hard.”
Morty barely had time to process Rick’s words before the man pulled almost all the way out only to violently slam back into Morty’s hole, repeating the motions in rapid fire succession.
Morty struggled to breathe as each thrust felt like it was knocking the air right out of his lungs, the older man’s thick cock forcing intense pleasure on his small body.
Sweat dripped down from Rick’s face, splashing onto Morty with every harsh thrust. He gave Morty no time to think about anything, just mercilessly jackhammering his cock into Morty’s tight hole, forcing such intense pleasure into the young boy’s lithe body like he owned it and could do whatever he wanted to it.
As far as Morty was concerned, that was indeed the case.
His Granddaddy owned him and might as well brand him like Rick did with all his cattle.
And like cowboys of old when they tried to break a wild mustang, all Morty could do was hold on tight to the stallion that was his grandfather and pray he didn’t get bucked off and trampled.
“Think it’s time for a lil’ ‘target practice’, don’t ya, sugar?” Rick chuckled darkly into Morty’s ear, angling his hips and harshly thrusting upward before Morty could process the meaning of his words.
Morty’s eyes went wide and he screamed as lightning bolts of pleasure rocked his body from his core.
What the hell was that?!
Sensing Morty’s ignorance of his own anatomy, Rick chuckled a little and hugged the boy, “That there’s yer prostate, darlin’,” he informed his grandson, “l-looks like I found it right away. Damn I’m good.”
Morty weakly groaned in response, having trouble understanding words at the moment.
“I’ll give ya an anatomy lesson later, baby, j-just know when I do this,” once more, Rick struck the sensitive gland with his cock, causing Morty’s body to tense with pleasure, “it feels so good, y-you’ll never want to get off with just yer dick ever again.”
Gasping, Morty clutched onto Rick tighter, wrapping his legs around Rick’s waist and squeezing his thighs against the man’s torso.
Drool rolled down his chin as his words finally came back to him, “M-m-more… Please, Granddaddy, I need ya! I love ya!”
Rick’s breath caught in his throat, the gravity of Morty’s words hitting him like a brick, and he froze in place, “L-love?” Rick pulled back just enough to look at Morty, teary-eyed as he stared at the boy in wonder, “Ya mean that, Morty?”
Morty was taken aback by the raw vulnerability in his grandfather’s voice, unable to understand what caused the deep pain he was seeing in the older man’s piercing blue eyes, “Yeah, Granddaddy,” he offered the man a tender smile, full of love, “I love ya, s-so much,” he put his hand on Rick’s cheek, stroking the withered and wrinkled skin, “a-an’ I’m all yours, Granddaddy.”
Inhaling sharply, Rick swiftly captured Morty’s lips to kiss him fiercely, moving his mouth tenderly against the small boy’s plump little lips.
“I love ya too, darlin’,” Rick whispered against Morty’s lips and started to rock his hips at a leisurely pace, “w-want ya all tied and trussed up like a Thanksgivin’ turkey, so ya can’t ever leave me,” he bucked harshly into Morty, making the boy grip the pillow beneath his head as he cried out in pleasure, “I- I wanna fuckin’ take you out to that large oak tree, way out yonder, and screw you under the stars, baby.”
Morty’s toes curled as Rick described his fantasy to him, the mental image making his neglected dick throb.
“Ohhh, yes, Granddaddy!” The boy wailed happily, cinching his legs around Rick’s waist for leverage to grind down onto Rick’s cock; matching the old man’s thrusts, “Jesus Christ, I- I’d love that, Granddaddy! W-w-wanna make love to you too,” he gasped when Rick’s cock brushed against the pleasurable bundle of nerves inside him, “I- I wanna kiss ya an— and t-treat ya all gentle-like, l-like you deserve!” He screamed as Rick bucked into him roughly.
Rick was startled by Morty’s confession and his grandson’s words threw him off course. Such sweet words coming from his sweet little boy were making him think about things he’d rather not be thinking about right now.
So he captured Morty’s lips and shoved his tongue into the boy’s mouth, swallowing the startled yelp Morty let out. He kissed him passionately, loving and rough all at once, nipping at the boy’s lips and stroking the roof of Morty’s mouth with his tongue.
All while never stopping his thrusts into the tight, welcoming, heat that enveloped him so perfectly.
Morty melted like butter beneath him, helpless to Rick’s prowess in bed.
“Ohhh…” Morty whimpered helplessly as Rick finally released his lips, eyes foggy with love and lust, a stupid grin spread across his reddened face, “Jeez…”
“Morty, darlin’,” Rick whispered into the boy’s ear, nipping at his lobe gently, “save the pillow talk for after I’ve fucked ya within an inch of yer life.”
Morty gasped, his hips bucking up of their own accord as Rick’s words alone racked his body with pleasure. Desperately, he clung to Rick like a lifeline; helpless against the wonderful onslaught of ecstasy his grandfather forced upon his tiny and inexperienced body.
He tangled his fingers into Rick’s and dug his nails into the man’s back, holding on for dear life. Mewling whimpers of ‘granddaddy’ and ‘I love you’ and promises to be good to Rick, spilled from Morty’s lips as incoherent babbling as he was fucked silly by the older man.
“Fuck, darlin’!” Rick growled, nipping at Morty’s neck, leaving impressions of his teeth and small bruises behind, “If ya don’t can it with the sappy shit, Granddaddy’s gonna shove a bit into yer pretty lil’ mouth!”
With a startled squeak, the world seemed to freeze as Morty tensed up, his body rattling from a full body orgasm. He shot his load suddenly, catching Rick by surprise, before collapsing against the bed; his small body trembling with the aftershocks of his intense orgasm.
Rick stared down at his grandson, looking into his half-lidded green eyes and the adorable blush across his cheeks as he panted softly. Rick grinned, toothy and predatory, having just realized something about his cute little grandson.
“Well, I’ll be,” he chuckled, leaning down to brush his nose against Morty’s, locking eyes with the spent boy under him, “yer a lil’ masochist, ain’t ya, sweetheart?”
Morty’s blushed deepened and he turned his face away in embarrassment, mortified that he’d cum just from the mere threat of being forced to wear a bit gag. He had already been so overstimulated and the mental image had just been so strong that it was all he needed to push him over the edge.
“Y-y-yeah…” Morty admitted, “A- a little, Granddaddy,” hesitantly, he turned to look at his grandfather and was rewarded for it with a soft kiss from the older man; a gentle and loving kiss, chaste and reassuring.
“God damn.”
Morty felt Rick pull out suddenly, followed by Rick grabbing his arms and flipping him onto his stomach. Morty barely had a moment to process the change in position before he felt his grandfather’s palm slapping against his ass.
“Eep!” Morty squeaked, more out of surprise than pain. He’d been disciplined by his grandfather far more harshly when he was younger; vivid memories of his grandfather bending him over his knee came to mind and made him squirm under Rick. He really shouldn’t be thinking about that right now.
Another slap to Morty’s pert and toned little ass had Rick salivating above his grandson. The tiny helpless squeaks and mewls Morty let out sent a tingle down Rick’s spine every time he spanked the boy.
“F-fuck,” Rick breathed heavily, his cock throbbing as he grabbed Morty’s red ass, pulling the cheeks apart and admiring the sight of Morty’s fucked open hole, “darlin’, yer quite a sight l-like this,” the man shivered, moving to place his cock in between Morty’s ass cheeks, “Granddaddy’s gonna make sure we get the ranch alllll to ourselves soon a-and yer gonna wear just yer chaps,” he slapped Morty’s ass once more, harder this time, “y-yer gonna do all yer chores w-with this cute lil ass and yer adorable lil cock hangin’ out all day.”
Another slap to both of his cheeks had Morty whining in pleasure, his dick already hardening again.
Then Rick started to rock his hips back and forth, using Morty’s ass to get himself off.
“And I- I’m gonna bend you over, whenever the fuck I want, an’ I’m gonna shove my tongue deep inside of yer asshole, right there out in the open! N-n-no matter what fucking chore yer doin’!” Rick laughed, smacking Morty’s as again and again.
“Aw jeez!” Morty cried out, tears in his eyes, “Y-y-yes, please, Granddaddy!”
“Oh ya like that, sugar?” Rick slowed his thrusts and leaned over Morty until his chest pressed against the boy’s back, “When we go out ridin’, I think I’ll strap a dildo to yer saddle and watch you ride a thick toy the entire time. Hell, m-might as well make it a horse dildo.” The man snickered, smacking Morty’s ass once more.
“Nooooo!” Morty whined sharply, shaking his head and thrusting his hips against the sheets involuntarily, “Granddaddy, n-no, not that!” He sniffled, his shoulders going tense, and his ears flushing scarlet from genuine fret; all telling Rick he took it a bit too far.
“Aw, darlin’,” Rick cooed softly, pressing kisses on the side of Morty’s face, “don’t you worry now, Granddaddy ain’t ever gonna do anything to ya that ya ain’t into.”
A helpless whine came from Morty’s throat, “Th-thank you, Granddaddy,” the boy said as he arched his back as much as he could with Rick’s weight on top of him, rocking his ass back against the older man’s cock, “p-p-please put it back in, Granddaddy,” he begged, turning his head to look back at Rick the best he could, his face flushed and pleading, “um, c-could you maybe be more gentle, please?”
Rick cocked his brow at his request until it clicked in his mind that his little grandson was just a sappy romantic at heart and wanted to be made love to, not just fucked. He supposed there was no use trying to fight the inevitable.
Shit, the things he didn’t want to think about were coming to the forefront of his mind again. Thoughts of Diane, his only love before the boy beneath him, and how she’d been ripped away from him after he’d finally allowed him to be truly emotionally vulnerable with her.
Teardrops rolled down Rick’s face but he quickly nuzzled the back of Morty’s head, wiping them away and showing the boy affection at the same time.
He chuckled softly, moving one of his hands down to his cock and giving it a few rough strokes before easing himself back into Morty’s tight entrance. The boy moaned the entire time, shuddering beneath Rick.
“Anything ya want, sugar,” he breathed against Morty’s ear, nipping at the lobe gingerly, “y-you know Granddaddy loves to spoil ya.”
Rick moved slower this time, drawing out each movement of his hips as he eased himself in and out of Morty’s opening. He pressed hot kisses onto the boy’s skin as he ran his hands along his grandson’s lithe frame, admiring the small but defined athletic tone to Morty’s body which was gained through years of manual labor on the ranch.
“God, yer beautiful,” Rick whispered between kisses, moaning when Morty clenched tighter around him from the compliment, “th-the most beautiful damn thing I ever laid eyes on,” he worked his hands under Morty’s torso and wrapped his arms around his grandson, “first time I ever held ya in my arms, ya stole my heart.”
Morty cooed happily as Rick spoke sweet words to him, matching Rick’s slow and gentle movements the entire time.
“Sh-shoulda known I’d fall f-for a sweet young thing like you,” Rick chuckled against the back of Morty’s neck before placing a little kiss there, “a-always so sweet to a rotten ol’ bastard like me, s-such a good boy…”
“Ya ain’t rotten,” Morty replied with a gasp as Rick’s cock brushed against his prostate slowly and deliberately, “y-yer good to me, Granddaddy, s-so good. And I love ya so of course I’m gonna be sweet to ya!”
Rick let out a small laugh and gently nibbled on the outer shell of Morty’s ear, pulling a low moan from the boy’s lips.
“Oh jeez,” Morty breathlessly mumbled, his legs twitching as he hooked his feet behind Rick’s knees, using the leverage to meet Rick’s slow movements with his urgent ones, “G-granddaddy, I— I wanna see ya,” he moaned loudly when Rick bit at his ear lobe before gently sucking on it, “p-p-please, I wanna look at ya so bad!”
The old man merely chuckled in response before detaching himself from his grandson’s back; the sweat generated between them making their skin stick together like glue that refused to let them separate easily.
With a smirk, Rick pulled out of his grandson completely, making the boy whine from the sudden loss. He grabbed Morty and hauled the young boy up, flipping their positions by rolling onto the bed and taking Morty along for the ride.
Morty blinked in confusion as he suddenly found himself looking down at the smug expression of his grandfather; a mischievous twinkle in the old man’s eyes.
“Well,” Rick drawled out with a chuckle, “hop on, lil’ cowboy.”
Rick winked at his grandson and the boy’s face went so red that Rick feared all the blood was rushing away from the boy’s dick and into his face. A quick glance down at Morty’s junk told him he had nothing to worry about.
Mumbling something incoherent, Morty tenderly grabbed Rick’s cock and crouched over it, taking a deep breath before slowly sinking down onto the impressive girth.
“Breathe, sugar,” Rick whispered breathily, rubbing his thumb where Morty’s hip jutted out in order to soothe and encourage his grandson, “t-takin’ Granddaddy so good, darlin’,” he moaned as Morty slowly impaled himself onto Rick’s manhood, “fuck, y-you were made to- to take my cock, sweetheart, s-s-such a good boy.”
Morty gasped and suddenly fell the rest of the way down, taking the rest of Rick’s cock in one go. Both males moaned loudly, panting and taking a moment to adjust to the deeper angle provided by the new position.
“God,” the boy moaned lewdly and started to gyrate his hips, clenching and unclenching his hole around his grandfather’s cock, “s-so good, Granddaddy, and so…” Morty shivered in delight, a dopey grin across his face, “So big.”
Rick’s head fell back onto the pillow as he groaned low and deep, the sound reverberating throughout his chest, “Fuck, darlin’,” his hands moved to cup Morty’s ass, giving the little globes a tight squeeze, “yer gonna be the death of yer ol’ man at this rate.”
Morty couldn’t help the chuckle that rose from his throat.
Seeing Rick, his strong, masculine, confident, and impressive grandfather all strung out over someone as unimpressive as himself? It made him feel good. Better than good.
Morty licked his lips.
He grabbed his grandfather’s wrists firmly and moved the man’s hands onto his chest. Rick allowed him without resistance and watched intently as Morty moved his large hands down the length of Morty’s torso, leaving Rick mesmerized by the feel of the boy’s smooth and lightly marred skin; the natural muscle the boy built up over the years twitching slightly under the layer of baby fat when Rick’s hands ghosted over the area.
“Yer beautiful, darlin’,” he uttered softly, captivated by his perfect grandson, “n-now show Granddaddy what ya can do.”
Grinning, Morty put his hands on Rick’s chest while he raised up slowly, feeling the drag of his grandfather’s cock deep inside of him. When Rick put his hands on Morty’s hips to steady him, the boy slammed down hard and felt electricity shoot up his spine from the massive cock inside him penetrating him to his core.
“Fuck!” Both Rick and Morty shouted in unison moments before Morty started to bounce up and down on Rick’s cock with youthful vigor; sweat and drool dripping down onto the old man’s chest as Morty panted hard.
“Oh fuck, of fuck, oh jeez!” Morty cried out, his hands wandering over Rick’s torso while he moved in time with Rick’s upward thrusts, “S-so deep, Granddaddy! I’m ridin’ ya good, ain’t I?” He whimpered and arched his back at a particularly harsh thrust from his grandfather, “T-t-tell me I’m good, Granddaddy!” He pleaded.
“Jesus Christ, baby, y-yer good!” Rick grunted as Morty seemed to move even faster from the praise, “B-better than good, holy shit, y-yer amazin’!”
“I— I learned how to ride from the best, Granddaddy,” the boy moaned, desperate and erratic, “I can handle even a- a wild stallion! I can take it! B-buck me, Granddaddy!”
Rick groaned, feeling like fire was rushing through his veins. He grabbed Morty’s hips so hard that they were sure to bruise later and he forced his cock deeper into his grandson’s ass, watching with sick fascination at the bulge that formed in Morty’s abdomen.
Morty screamed raw and loud, squeezing around Rick’s length, his whole body trembling from the force of his orgasm. He cried as he came, watching his cum spurt out of his dick and onto Rick’s lightly toned abdomen. He felt so full that for a moment he thought he had died and gone to Heaven.
Rick grabbed him by the arms then, jackhammering up into his tiny grandson’s body, abusing Morty’s sensitive prostate over and over. Morty cried harder; tears of happiness flowing as he was overstimulated to the point of mind numbing pleasure. Rick effortlessly lifted him up and forced him back down like Morty was little more than a sex doll until he slowed down, grunting and thrusting harder into Morty’s entrance.
Rick’s hips stilled against Morty’s ass as he came with a long, drawn out, groan. Pumping his seed into his grandson’s ass in thick spurts while the boy trembled helplessly in his grip.
The second Rick finished, he released Morty and the boy slumped forward bonelessly, collapsing on top of the old man with a ‘fucked stupid’ grin stretched across his face.
They laid there, catching their breaths, until Rick finally rolled Morty off of him. He grimaced at the cum sticking to both of them but he was too tired to move, too exhausted to even attempt cleaning them both up.
“Y-you were great, sugar,” Rick panted, exhausted and over the moon, “really— ya really rode me like a champ, darlin’.”
Humming contentedly, Morty inched himself closer to his grandfather, dead tired and sexually sated, “Ya weren’t too bad yerself,” he giggled, “I love ya, Granddaddy, s-so much. I— ya know, I meant what I said about t-treatin’ ya all gentle like. I wanna make ya happy a-a-an’ see ya smile ‘cause of lil ol’ me!” He snuggled against Rick’s side and lazily traced random patterns with his fingertip across Rick’s chest, “I wanna be yer one an’ only, Granddaddy, can ya— I mean, w-will ya be mine? J-just like how I’m yers?”
Staring up at Rick with those wide pools of shining verdant, Rick felt his heart swell in his chest. It hurt, like his heart would explode any second.
“Of course, darlin’,” he kissed the top of Morty’s head reassuringly, arm curling around the boy to pull him closer, “ya got my heart all to yerself. Promise.”
Morty squirmed with pure delight, unable to contain his excitement.
“Oh ho ho boy!” He laughed with overwhelming joy.
Rick snorted with his own laughter, amused by Morty’s childish reaction. He supposed he should feel disgusted at the further emphasis of Morty’s youth, but right now he couldn’t be bothered to care. He felt happy; so happy that the guilt he felt was being squashed deep down.
He was in love. Sickeningly in love with his precious grandson.
“Go to sleep, sugar,” he chuckled, “Granddaddy’s all tuckered out an’ ya still got chores in the mornin’!”
“Aw jeez, fer real?!” Morty pouted, “Okay, w-well, goodnight, Granddaddy… Um, p-promise me you’ll be here when I wake up?”
Rick smiled tenderly at the boy, “Of course, baby, I promise ya, I ain’t goin’ nowhere without ya ever again.”
“Good,” Morty yawned and threw his arm over Rick’s chest before nuzzling his face against his grandfather’s neck, inhaling the tantalizing scent of sex and sweat, “I gotta keep an eye on ya, all them Morty’s at yer other ranch all wanna piece of ya!”
The boy giggled sleepily, sighing wistfully after.
“Yeah, yeah,” Rick yawned as well, tiredness hitting him fast, “I mean it now, get to sleep, darlin’.”
“Jeez, okay, I just— I’m so happy, Granddaddy, I’m afraid if I go to sleep th-then… Then this’ll all be just a dream…”
Morty’s words slurred as exhaustion finally claimed him, his sentence trailing off as he fell asleep.
“Uh-huh,” Rick replied anyway, “ain’t no dream, sugar,” he smiled softly, “it’s even better…”
He turned his face towards Morty and kissed the boy’s forehead sweetly.
“G’night, sweetheart.”