School Dance

Dance Moves And Mr. Jibb

Morty stands in the Gymnasium, not really wanting to join his date on the dance floor. He decides to stand out and just watch from afar. No way Tiny Rick could get to him if he was 15 feet away from him. He planned on using this tactic for awhile, until his ex crush Jessica decides to dance with the blue haired boy. It wasn't that bad until the grinding set in. Tiny Rick laughs and grabs a little bit of ass until he's ripped from her and held by a pissed off Morty. It takes a second for him to comprehend but he smirks as soon as it clicks.

"So, you did miss daddy, huh?"

"Y-ya know, I would correct you cause that's gross, but you are my grandfather so that's worse." Morty rambles out, taking a place on the dance floor with him. "No w-way in Hell this is Prom." He hisses.

The brunette looks to the DJ and walks over to have a talk with him. The DJ gives a thumbs up and Morty comes back over, a slow but spicy song coming on. Rick looks confused and Morty takes his hand, giving a slight bow.

"Prepare for your ovaries to explode." He spits.

"Maybe I would if you got that sand out of your vagina." Rick slurs back.

Morty pulls Tiny Rick closer and grabs his hip. The blue haired boy uncertainly takes his shoulder. Morty steps back and forward as the music hits two harsh beats. They do it again and twirl, and repeat.

"Where'd you learn these gay moves, Mor-rty?"

"Doesn't matter, what matters is you're about to call me daddy."

Morty increases his pace each step. After a few moments the tension increases insanely, both boys getting excited. Morty goes for the twirl and lifts him up, arms a lot stronger than originally thought. Tiny Rick is spun then dipped and kissed hard on the songs final beat. Rick's right leg is extended out, left at Morty's hip, his ass in the brunette's hand. Morty squeezes the cheek, his other palm holding his shoulder. Morty wouldn't let him drop. Tiny Rick makes a surprised noise against his lips, honestly impressed with his skill. He didn't think the boy had it in him to dance formally or be able to flirt. Morty bites at his lips, making his blue haired date whimper again. Their tongues meet and explore each others' mouthes. Tiny Rick becomes light headed in his arms, forgetting where they're at and what they're fighting for. The older male's fingers find their way to brown hair to stroke as he swirls his tongue with the others.

"Damn, boy." The kid with shades states, lifting up his glasses.

"Dude, if they were gems they'd be fused as fuck right now." A nerd in the back says.

Morty moves up, both panting softly. His arms are shaking, cramping. He brings Tiny Rick back up and they stand there for a second, catching their breath.

"B-Beg for me." Morty demands.

"Kiss my ass." Tiny Rick spits, rebuilding his walls. How dare he forget and let Morty think for a second that he was better. The little shit couldn't top him. He'd show him.

"I'll do more than that." Morty dares, swiping his thumb over his own lips to clear away the slight sheet of saliva.

"That a promise?" Rick snaps back, his face beginning to burn. He was so smug that he was angry.

"Bet your ass it is." Morty growls, determined to win.

"Do you have to eat like that?" Morty asks, disgusted and turned on at the same time. If there was a way to make eating pizza sexy, Tiny Rick found it. He already ate 3 pieces and was on his fourth. Not only that, but he also had drank a good 4 cans of Mr. Jibb.

"And w-why are you drinking so much?"

"Cause spitter-rs and quitters, Mor-rty." Tiny Rick belches out.

"But you don't have to drink any of it!" Morty sighs and just puts it head down on the lunch table.

"Look Morty, the dance is gonna be over soon and you still haven't made me beg."

"I thought you said I had all night?" He asks, looking up.

"Well yeah, but I'm just letting you know the time range we have right now." He says and continues drinking his artificial flavored soda.

"Well you haven't done it either."

"It's called skilful strategy, Morty."

"Y-yeah well what even takes all that?"

"Hey Morty, meet me at your locker in 10 minutes." Tiny Rick instructs and gets up, walking away.

"Why don't we just go together?"

"Cause I have to pee!" Rick snaps.

"Oh." Morty says quietly.

Morty leans against his locker, waiting for his date 10 minutes later. He checks his phone, finding it kind of lousy he was late. He looks up and sees Tiny Rick in the dark hallway, waving at him.

"What the...Tiny Rick what you-?"

"C'mon, you little shit!" He hisses and turns, scurrying up the corridor. Morty sighs.

"I'm pretty sure that Jibb does something to you." He mumbles and hurries after him.

Tiny Rick opens a door and leads his grandson inside. He closes the door and turns on the lights. Morty stops, looking around the room.

"Morty, Let's do it in Principal Vagina's office." Tiny Rick whispers in his ear.