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Rick and Morty had been out all day on another adventure to get some important component to Rick’s current invention. As usual, Morty slipped up, ruining their chances of getting Rick’s essential component, and nearly got them killed in the process. Rick chewed him out the trip home and retired to drinking heavily. Morty felt uncomfortable when Rick got that drunk, sure he was always tipsy, but sometimes he got too touchy when he was extremely drunk. Instead of watching television with his wasted grandfather, Morty headed to his room early. With the door shut he opened his laptop to a dirty website of girls sucking dicks. Ten minutes into the video and he was already hot in the face and breathing hard as he stroked himself.
Rick drank heavily for a good amount of time before growing bored, and though he'd never say it, lonely. Rick slammed down another shot before shakily making his way up to Morty's room, all judgement long gone. He opened the door without knocking and staggered to Morty's bed. "Morty," He slurred, not bothering to turn on the lights or even look at anything before climbing onto the bed.
Morty had gotten rather close before his door was abruptly opened. His whole body tensed up at the thought of being caught and he slammed his laptop shut and stuffed it under the bed before Rick was beside him.
"R-r-r-rick what are you doing here. You need to knock first g-geez..." he said anxiously, getting uncomfortable with how close his grandfather was getting.
"M-morty, let me tell you s- let- let your grandpa Rick tell you something,” Rick stammered out, slower than usual. He climbed on top of Morty and could feel the kids erection from under the sheets, breaking his train of thought and he making him wide eyed. "What Whoa, Mortyyy. Is- is this what you think of me? Y-y-you want a piece of your grandpa, Morty?” Morty's face goes bright red and for a moment all he can do is stare in horror up at Rick.
"R-r-r-real funny Rick..." he stammered, trying to laugh it off as a cruel prank. It was just like Rick to do something like this to fluster Morty. "You're really drunk Rick, go to bed..."
"Not be-before I take good care of you Morty." Rick said and moved his head so it was in line with Morty's. Drool ran off his face and hit Morty's cheek. "Here let’s- why don't we take these off,” Rick said and quickly pulled the covers off the bed. Rick was taking things too far and Morty struggled to pull back the sheets and cover himself. His dick was exposed and even though it was dark and Rick had seen him before, he felt embarrassed.
"Stop it Rick!"
“S-s-stop pre-pretending y-y-you don't want me Morty,” Rick stumbled over his words and licked Morty's neck with a wet flat tongue. "Just. Doesn’t this- this feels good doesn't it Morty?" Rick slured out and reached slowly down Morty's body, rubbing his thumb in a circle against his stomach right before the base of the boy’s dick.
Morty was beyond embarrassed at this point and realized that Rick wasn't playing some dirty joke on him, he was for real. Morty squirmed underneath his grandfather, trying to push him off and he swatted at his hand.
"G-g-g-get off me Rick! I don't want this," he whined. His body shivered from the touches and as scared as he was his dick was just as hard.
“What? What do you mean y-you don’t wAUUUUUnt this?” Rick said loudly in Morty’s ear. Morty plucked as much courage as he had and pushed hard against Rick's chest to push him off.
"G-g-g-go be a drunk asshole somewhere else."
“Fine, MORTY!” Rick yelled and got off the bed, stumbling to make it to the door, let alone back to his room. “Have fun tryUUUGHing to take care of that- that- that thing of yours Morty!”
Morty wasn't sure if Rick was actually going to leave or not before doing something regrettable and relief quickly set in. As soon as Rick was out the door however, relief turned to anxiety gripping at his stomach and he clutched to his pillow, feeling like crying. Morty eventually got to sleep and nearly over slept the next morning.
“H-hey Morty. Wake- wake the Hell up we’ve got stuUUUUff to do,” Rick burped out, now more sober, or rather less drunk. He barely remembers anything from last night except that he paid Morty a visit.
"I have school Rick you know that," Morty said a bit stiffly. Last night still rang hard in his head. Rick was acting like nothing happened, or maybe he had forgotten, but that didn't make Morty feel much better. Rick was more than just his grandfather, he was Morty's best friend and Morty really did love him.
“School?! Since- since when do you care about school? You know I don’t approve of-of-of you going to school.” Rick took a few steps towards Morty, “I-i-i-i mean i’ve got a fucking cool- i gotta thing. It’s gonna be great Morty,” he said, trying to put his arm around his grandson, who was silently trying to get ready until Rick's arm was on him.
"D-d-don't touch me!" Morty said loudly, quickly pushing Rick's arm away. His eyes went wide, both from fear and shock of his own outburst.
“What? Jeez what the hell Morty?” Rick exclaimed, the outburst caused him to retract his arm. He wonders what could have possibly happened to make him act like this towards him. He tries not to think about it too hard and takes a long sip from his flask instead.
"R-r-r-really Rick? For being a genius you-you-you-you sure are stupid... Geez," Morty stammered out, beyond frustrated that Rick would have no idea why he was upset. Morty grabbed his backpack, though still half packed and stormed past Rick and out of his room.
“Suit yourself, Morty.” Rick shrugged, trying to mask the fact that he was actually worried about him, as well as worried he wouldn’t be able to decide what to without a Morty there to cloak his presence today.
Morty tried to shove the thoughts from last night aside, he was just a drunk old man, it wasn't like he actually touched his dick or hurt him. No matter what Morty did he was still hurt by the fact that Rick had tried something like that and then didn't apologize at the very least. He spaced out through all his classes and at lunch he just picked at his food alone.
Rick sulked in the garage all day making dumb robots to do his bidding and such until Morty got home. “Morty!” Rick says, his face and voice showing excitement before he clears his throat in attempt to make his next words sound not desperate. “Uh, so y-you ready for that EUUUGH fun thing I was talking about earlier Morty?”
Morty’s long, stressful day was only made worst by coming home to Rick.
“I-I-I-I was thinking that um... You know I messed up pretty bad yesterday. Maybe you should do this one without me this time... yeah," Morty said, covering for himself pretty badly. It wasn't like he could ignore the situation forever, but right now that's what he wanted to do.
“Y-you win some you lose some Morty, no big deal, don’t- don’t even sweat dawg,” Rick said, waiving his hand slightly in the air to show how little he cared. Rick was careful with what came out of his mouth so as not to upset his travel companion and human cloaking device.
"It seemed like a big deal yesterday... A-a-a-and what is this “fun thing”? Am I going to distract some big guards or-or-or-or are you going to get really drunk again and act all weird?” Morty asked, his rant starting to derail as the hurt filled him again and tears filling his eyes.
“Uh…” Rick doesn’t know what to say, and doesn’t understand why Morty was starting to cry. “What-what do you mean weird? Morty I was so drunk last night Morty, I was UUUUGH so drunk. Y-y-y-you can’t expect me to remember everything that-that happens when I’m gettin’ wrecked.” Rick explained.
"Y-y-y-yyou can't blame all your-your crap on alcohol Rick," Morty said, more frustrated and upset that Rick didn't remember the night before at all. "You came into my room... Y-y-y-you were really drunk and you just..." Morty couldn't continue his statement and hurried up to his room.
Rick is worried now, worried that he may have done something regrettable to his grandson. Something along the lines of the fantasies that occupy his thoughts every now and then. Really awful, disgusting things that he promised would never happen.
“W-wait Morty!” Rick followed him as soon as he finished screwing in the particular mechanism that could potentially explode if not inserted properly.
Morty closed the door to his room behind him, not that it mattered much because his room didn't have a lock on it, something that was a constant pain for him as a teenage boy.
"Rick what was that... What happened last night?" Morty asked. He really needed to understand where that came from. It's not like Rick doesn’t regularly invade his personal bubble, but last night was in a league of its own.
"I-I-I don't know Morty, you tell me. I was way too out of it Morty." Rick said, hoping to wrap this up quickly so they can get on with more awesome things. Rick probably just said something and hurt Morty's feelings or something. The boy is fragile.
"Y-y-y-y-you tried having sex with me Rick!" Morty bursted out. His face went a few shades darker from the embarrassment and pain of admitting it. Morty looked down at the floor, unable to look Rick in the eyes.
"Don't don't be ridiculous, Morty, I'm sure yyyou're over-exa-AAAAUU-ggerating.” Rick said, trying to wave it off as nothing, but as he thought about it more, he was able to remember bits and pieces of it and realized Morty was right for a change. Fuck.
Morty was steaming at this point, he hated that Rick never took him seriously especially in a case like this. He let out a sharp scream and gripped onto his hair, unable to handle Rick's response.
"Y-y-you licked my neck... A-a-a-a-and you almost touched my penis," he nearly screamed.
Rick cringed at the awful sound and swallowed hard at hearing what he did to Morty.
“C-c-c-alm down Morty. It’s alright. I-I-I’m sorry." Rick said, trying to get morty to keep his voice down. “K-keep your voice Euuuugh down, Morty.”
"I-i-i-it's alright? How i-i-i-is any of that alright Rick? H-huh, can you tell me that?" Morty demanded, he was still being much too loud, but he didn't care to be quiet.
"Morty. What-what do you want me to say Morty? I was drunk. Y-y-y-y-you’re very soft Morty." Rick tried to explain himself and get Morty to stop yelling so he didn't get kicked out of the house.
Morty wanted to continue to yell and be angry, but honestly he was stung by his grandfather's pathetic excuse.
"I-I-I-I-I trusted you Rick. No matter how scared I am of dying or-or-or-or getting in trouble I do whatever you say Rick..."
Rick doesn't know what to say, and for the first time in a long time he actually feels awful. How could he let himself do that to Morty? He should have gone to a different dimension before doing something like that. No, that would most likely have made things even worse.
Morty sat down and just stared miserably at his feet.
"I thought you cared about me Rick..." he said softly.
“I-I... Morty, how about we go on- on a fun adventure, anywhere you like." Rick said, slowly trying to comfort Morty by putting his arm on his shoulder.
Morty leaned his head against Rick's legs and remained quiet, holding himself there against Rick. He wished that he could forget about everything.
"Come on Morty, a whole new dimension is waiting for us, let's go Mort- UUUUGH-y" Rick says, still trying to comfort him. “We- we- we can forget all about this."
"Okay fine... L-let's just go," Morty finally gave in with an exhale. It was pointless to keep arguing if Rick was just going to make excuses. Maybe getting out would get his mind off it. He had been sexually assaulted and seen his own corpse before, so Morty figured he had to harden himself to these things.
Rick and Morty hop through a portal of Morty's choosing, but Rick stayed behind for just a second to grab something in case an emergency arose. "Okay Morty, this-this'll be fun Morty, we can save a pr-UUUU-incess or something, I-I-I don't know, whatever you're into,” Rick said knowing Morty might soon forget about everything bad that happened.
"I-i-i-it's whatever," Morty shrugged. Last time picking his own adventure hadn't resulted in the best outcome for himself. Morty shook his head, he didn't want to think about that. As he followed behind Rick he felt conflicted about everything, even when Rick was at his worst it always seemed like he had Morty's best intentions, even if it wasn't very clear at the surface level.
“Oh Morty! L-look at this Mortyyyy,” Rick exclaimed, pointing at a giant plant with thousands of eyes and teeth instead of thorns and boob-like things instead of leaves. It’s roots are probably dicks or something, who knows. “Y-y-you wanna go touch it Morty?” Rick asks and gives Morty a little push.
"W-w-w-what the hell is that Rick?" Morty stared at the 'plant' that looked more like a vomit of body horror than anything else. It was certainly distracting, and Morty's face was distorted in shock and disgust.
“Ho-How the fuck would I know?” Rick said, and rubbed Morty’s hair before he grabbed his arm and took him somewhere else to potentially make Morty forgive him.
Morty followed behind without really paying much attention, he was just going through the motions as they went around encountering different crazy things that Rick was pointing out. There were small furry animals that were similar to Earth domesticated animals but their bodies were translucent so you could see all their organs.
"Rick... I think I want to go back home..." Morty said, being out here doing things wasn't distracting him very much. Rick doesn't know what to do or say to make Morty forgive him, and his patience is wearing thin. He readied his emergency weapon behind his back.
"Morty, why-why don't we stay a little longer, I-I-I’m sure it'll help you feel better soon." He said, knowing he was acting a little off.