Finals

Blips And Chitz

Morty sits awkwardly in the passenger seat of the ship. He keeps staring out the window, afraid to look over at his blue haired grandfather. If they made eye contact, he'd be stuck and Rick would see him cry.

The brunette glances to the left, seeing the orange sign in front of the ship.

"Blips & Chitz?" Morty asks, voice even more high pitched and wavering than usual from crying.

"Yepp, get ready to blast some borgons, Morty!" He says, excited about this.

"Rick! I can't play some stupid game at an extraterrestrial Dave & Buster! I have to study!" Morty sits up fully now, his arms uncrossed. How could Rick even think of some stupid arcade at a time like this?! He knew he had to study or he wouldn't pass his classes. Rick sighs and lowers the ship down to park.

"Morty, the one thing that's always helped test takers is a great night, with no stress and some fun. You need a break. You passed out today from lack of sleep, just take a break tonight. I promise when you get up tomorrow, you'll be feeling better than a Gazorpazorp in a sleeve shop." He says and pulls the parking break back. He looks over at Morty and holds eye contact. "Cmon, Morty. Just one night."

The brunette teen locks his jaw and crosses his arms, thinking it over. He sighs and opens his door, climbing out.

"Fine, dammit, but this doesn't redeem any of your shit." He spits. Rick rolls his eyes and follows. "Whatever, you lil shit stain." He grumbles, knowing he'd make him smile sometime tonight.

The humans enter the building and take in the view of such a huge room, full of various aliens and machines. Rick starts getting pumped up for this, loving this place. Morty just sighs, feeling his anger grow. The brunette keeps mouthing off and yelling at Rick in his head as they make their way to get tickets. How could any of this shit actually make him feel better?

Loud noises surround the two males. Beeps of machines, coins spilling out of slots, metal openings clanging against its walls as prizes are pulled from it. The whole place is buzzing and being played.

"See, Morty, this place is great. You'll be chill in no time, dawg." He says and sits down at a control pad. He feeds the game some tickets and puts on some head gear. The game starts up, whirring. Morty stands behind him, brows furrowing in confusion. Was Morty suppose to just stand and watch?

The older man starts pressing buttons with his fingertips and whirling the joystick around. He moves the pixelated ship around the screen as he fires at the other ships. Numbers pop up, 100, 300, 150, 600, 100, 100. The score climbs higher and higher.

The brunette shifts his weight on his other leg. He blinks slow, just watching. This was bullshit. He wanted to go home. He wanted to pass his finals and have Rick show him some kind of affection.

"And thaaats the waaaay the game goes" he says, whirling around in the chair and throwing off the helmet after he beats the high score and names it "TIT." The bluenette takes a sip from his flask and stands, walking with his grandson over to another game. Morty glares now.

"Rick, this is stupid! Why are we even here?!" The teenager cries, frustrated with this.

"Morty, I already told you, we're here for you to relax and get that huge stick out of your ass." He growls out, growing fed up with the lil shit.

"By watching you play stupid games?"

"Well fine, Morty, go play a game! Lighten up for fuck's sake!" He snaps, turnings round to him now. "This is a great place, have some fun for once in your pathetic life."

"Ya know what, Rick?! I think it's pretty shitty for you to bring me here when you know I need to pass my finals and I don't want to be here."

"Is this really about the finals, Morty?" Rick asks, raises one side of his brow and crossing his arms.

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about that fit you threw in the ship, crying and saying I hate you."

Morty blushes and glares harder.

"No, it's cause I want to actually pass something in school."

Rick holds a glare and shifts his weight back. "Fine, you illiterate prick, we'll leave. Don't even give Blips & Chitz a chance." He grumbles and grabs his wrist. Morty let's himself be dragged to the door. He was shocked that his grandpa actually did something he wanted.

The two males climbs into the ship. The older pulls out and starts driving them home. He's rough about it. He's annoyed and kind of pissed off. How was he suppose to make it up to him, bond with him when he pushed him away?

"Ship, go fly yourself" Rick commands, activating autopilot. He turns in his chair and makes Morty face him.

"Morty, you don't wanna hang out with me at the house, you don't wanna go on an adventure with me, you don't wanna fly with me and you don't wanna go to Blips & Chitz. So you tell me, what do you want me to do to show you I want to spend time with you and don't hate you?"

Morty widens his eyes, not expecting him to ask such a question. Nor try to cheer him up or even care what he had to say or felt. Was it a joke?

"I..I don't know." He mumbles. "I just...want you to care."

"Morty- ahg...fucken-" he grumbles, growing frustrated. He rubs his forehead. "What?" He asks, feeling himself lose brain cells.

"I don't know!" He says, louder.

"God, you have such a huge stick up your ass, you can't have any damn fun or anything, can you?" He asks, sighing and leaning back.

"Please stop talking about my ass." Morty mutters, growing a little flustered. Rick lifts his head up some.

"What? -what, you don't like talking about how anal you are?" He asks, smirking. "I'll stop when you stop clenching that hole of yours."

"God, Rick, stop!" He exclaims, starting to blush. Rick chuckles and crosses his arms.

"What, Morty? Its just your ass."

"Please, stop." He pleads, hiding his face with his hand.

"Why?"

"Cause! Its embarrassing, dammit!" The teen snaps, getting more flustered.

"Well you took me away from Blips & Chitz so I think you deserve some kind of punishment." He says and starts getting an idea. Morty lifts his head up.

"P-Punishment?" the brunette stammers out. What the fuck did that mean? So many thoughts run through the teens mind.

"Yeah, I'm gonna show you some real fun, Morty." He says and leans back in his seat. He starts undoing his belt. "You wanna be anal with me, then you're gonna be anal with me." He slurs through a smirk. He takes another swig from his flask before talking off his lab coat and tossing both in floor of the ship. He keeps his blue turtleneck on, wanting if on for now. Morty watches as his jaw goes slack.

"Rick.." He choked out, afraid of what he's referring to. Of course he loved the idea, being so close with him, gaining something from it. Not only that but, he was attracted to Rick. He couldn't help it. It just happened.

"What, Morty?" The bluenette asks, undoing his pants now and moving them down his slender hips and thighs. The teenager watches.

"..w-what are you doing?"

"I'm getting undressed." He answers simply.

"Why?"

"Cause I'm gonna fuck you in the back of my ship."

Morty stares harder, his breath hitching. That did it.

"Okay." He manages out in a high voice.