The Diary

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       After a while, I noticed Morty getting a little frustrated as the days passed. He seemed to be a bit more on edge.

       "Mo-Morty?" I pushed his bedroom door open, finding him sitting on the edge of his bed in his pajamas, one arm running along the other. "Um, are you ok?"

       After a moment, he looked up at me, a strange look in his eyes, "Why do you ask?"

       That tone. There was something about it. There was definite worry in it, but there was a slight undertone of something else. I couldn't put my finger on it. "You've just been eugh on edge lately. Are you su-sure eugh you're fine?"

       He sighed, laying back on the bed and laying his hands on his stomach. "It's just that everything is moving so quickly. It's overwhelming. I mean, we're already getting married, in four days. I've waited for this for so long, but right now I'm just so worried, you know?"

       I sighed, moving to sit on the bed by him. He stayed where he was while I played with his hair. "I know. I eugh was worried ab-about that, you know? You eugh You can always back out, you know? It's un- eugh understandable." Morty turned and looked up at me, furrowing his brow, "I don't want to back out of this, I'm just scared. I'm so happy, but I'm so terrified. I think-... I feel like this is a dream, or maybe some sick joke. There's something so unreal about it all." He turned his head to the side, huffing.

       "I'll have you know eugh I'm very real, this is very real." I pressed my lips to the side of his neck before mumbling, "And this is no joke." When I'd pulled away, he looked up and smiled, his eyes sparkling. "Come on," I grabbed his hand, pulling him up, "let's go out for eugh a bit. You need to take a break. We'll leave the rest to Summer."

       I pulled the portal gun from my pocket, firing before grabbing Morty and pulling him through it. "Rick, I-I'm still in my pajamas." Morty was red from embarrassment, rubbing his arm. The pandas on his shirt were probably the main cause, but I didn't care. "Don't worry about it. I-I think it's cute." I looked away from the shocked expression, leading him to a spot at the bar. Abir walked up to us, "Rick, long time, no see! I see you fixed it." He winked at me, Morty looking more and more confused as time progressed. "I, uh... I came here a lot eugh when you left. Abir here was like a-a therapist." I rubbed the back of my neck, waiting for Abir to bring us two beers. He walked back, grinning, "Not just Abir, but a couple beers." Morty laughed at this, shaking his head, "Nice." 

       For the longest time, Morty and I just sat and drank in relative silence. "Wanna do shots?" I looked up to meet Morty's evil grin, "Uh... sure?" He giggled and waved Abir over, "Shots, please." Abir shrugged, grabbing two shot-glasses and filling them. Morty and I tapped them together before downing them, Abir rushing to fill them again. I had no idea what he was putting in the glasses, but it was noticeably strong. 

       We did a total of 13 rounds before Morty was nearly falling out of his chair, laughing his ass off. Abir moved to refill the glasses but I held my hand up and shook my head. He smiled and took the bottle back. I threw a few bills over the counter before Morty grabbed my hand and dragged me to a different section of the bar. People were dancing around back here, loud music playing.

      Morty started moving his hips around, swaying and running his hands down his sides. He winked at me, moving closer. He moved to stand behind me, placing his hands on my shoulders and planting sloppy kisses on my neck. The sudden action made me shudder slightly before he moved again, standing in front of me and swaying his hips. "You're so hot~" He trailed a finger down my chest, biting his lip. I chuckled lowly, "And you're so drunk." The panda on the front of his shirt made the entire display slightly more amusing, he looked so childish. "I'm n-not tha-at dr- eugh-" He paused to giggle, "I did it." He tossed his head back, laughing, "I did it, too." 

       He looked back at me, grinning. Everything was fine, this was tolerable, until he started feeling me up. His hands roamed everywhere. I felt highly vulnerable in this moment, shuddering slightly. Once his hand roughly gripped my crotch, I couldn't take it anymore. I pulled him to me, roughly engulfing his lips with my own. I grabbed my portal gun and fired, pushing him through. We fell back and landed on my bed, the only area where we knew nobody would walk in on us without knocking first.

       I slipped my tongue into his mouth, removing my lab coat. It was starting to grow warmer, body temperature rising. I pressed myself between his legs, grinding against his now-obvious erection. His legs wrapped around me and he moved his hands to the hem of my shirt, pressing them beneath the material and running them all along my torso. I pulled back to catch my breath, releasing a shaky groan.

       Morty whined and tried to pull me back down, but all I did was chuckle, "Baby, you're too drunk." I pulled myself off of him as he reluctantly released his hold on me. "No faaaair," he whined again, successfully pulling me back towards him. "Mo-Morty, co- eugh come on, some other time, alright?" I removed his hands from the back of my neck again, standing. I leaned over and pecked his lips, watching him pout when I walked away, "Just stay here for a eugh a-a little bit, I'm gonna go talk to-to Summer."

      I walked out of the room and shut the door behind me, watching Morty sit up on the bed and rub his eyes momentarily. Summer was in the kitchen when I'd walked down the stairs.

       "Hey, Summer?" She turned around, her phone in her hand as she stood at the counter, "Hmm?"

       I sighed and ran a hand down my face, "You-You gotta make sure he has eugh a bachelor party and-and everything." She furrowed her brow, "Well, obviously, but why do you sound like you don't want that?"

       I put my hands back to my sides, cocking one side of my brow, "Because I-I eugh don't. I don't want him to have one because eugh I don't know what's gonna happen. We-We ran into Daemon eugh when we went out for lunch the oth-other day, and he was pissed. If he finds Morty and I'm not eugh not there, I don't know if the kid'll be alright." Summer's eyes widened for a moment, "You ran into Daemon? So he knows you're getting hitched, then?" I nodded.

       "Well, he's probably gonna have somebody find out where Morty would have a bachelor party, so you're right with worrying," she sighed, "But I can keep an eye on him. And you gave him that tracker thing, so I'll make sure he uses it if he's in trouble. But, really, he should be fine. He's gonna have friends with him, they'll keep an eye on him."

        I pulled my flask out, "I hope you're right, Summer."