Rick x Morty

Chapter One

-Morty's Pov-

Morty felt the tug of Rick grasping his arm tightly, as he was yanked through a portal. He stumbles, being transported back into the familiar vacancy of Rick's garage. Rick was holding a vial containing a glowing purple liquid, and swished it's contents around for a moment "Good work Morty, t-thanks to you we now ha-urrp-have this liquid" Morty looked up at the vial, his eyes widening "B-but what y'know.. does it do?" He asks. Rick pauses to burp loudly, and his unibrow furrows "I have no idea Morty" Rick answers, placing it on a wooden holder. Morty looks at him, dumbfounded. Rick narrows his eyes "Stop looking like such an idiot Morty, this liquid is important for some reason. Some aliens would kill for this tiny amount" he snaps, turning his back to Morty. He opens his mouth, about to ask Rick why he was being such an asshole but decides not to. It was probably just him having one of his mood swings again. Morty huffs, and walks out of the garage. Rick could act like that if he wanted to. He instead, was going upstairs to browse the internet. It was rather late at night anyways, so maybe he could find 'Something interesting to watch' upstairs.

-Ricks POV-

He rolls his eyes, hearing Morty leave the garage. He couldn't care less about his grandson at the moment. Morty had probably gone upstairs to masturbate or something like that. Rick reaches in the top cabinet, pulling out two large bottles. "Viagra or Vodka.." he ponders, finally deciding on the stronger alcohol. He puts back the vodka, and opens his empty flask. He pours a generous amount of Viagra inside, and places the bottle on the desk. He pauses to smell the alcohol, before downing the entire contents of his flask. He slams his fist down on the desk, and coughs hard. His throat felt like it was on fire, he had definitely swallowed it too fast. Shaking his head, he takes a deep breath. Standing up, he grabs the Vodka. He slips a bit, quickly regaining his balance. He pops open the lid, and takes small sip after sip. He feels the alcohol surge through him, and feels a bit wobbly. He walks over to the door slowly, opening it.

-Morty's POV-

He bites his lower lip, his screen displaying a few naked women, engaged in an intense orgy. Morty pulls down his pants, fiddling a bit with the zipper. Once he had fully pushed them down, Morty rubs the outside of his underwear tentatively. He pulls them down, the fabric pooling next to his pants. Morty slowly strokes his length, the feeling of his warm hand sending him waves of pleasure. Turning his attention back to the screen, he jerks himself faster tounge half out. But when he looked at the screen, his slight boner faded. Morty felt confused, turning on his favorite kind of porn, gay porn. Yet still, nothing happened. His dick remaining limp.

-Ricks POV-

He clambered up the stairs, intent on disturbing Morty. He takes a step forward, and trips. His forehead slams into the top step harshly. He groans, and places his hand upon his newly inflicted wound. A fine trail of blood streams down Rick's face, and he frowns. Rick grabs the railing, and pulls himself up. Finally managing to make his way up the stairs, he shoves open Morty's room. "M-morty we have t-urrrp-to.. go and.." he stutters, looking at a rather embarrassed Morty. "Holy shit R-r-rick!" Morty yelps, snatching the blanket and covering himself. Rick stumbles, and feels a wave of disgust surge through him "Jesus M-Morty, atleast masturbate wh-errp-when other people aren't a-around" Rick barks at him "Or at least awake, y'know common sense?"

-Mortys POV-

Morty feels his face flush pure red, and also feels himself grow hard. He feels confused, then realization hits him. 'What.. am I.. attracted to Rick? No! He's your grandpa! He doesn't do incest! But.. the way he tells me off.. how he seems so powerful over me..' he hesitates, earning an annoyed sigh from Rick. "What, are you I just going to sit there and stare a-at me like a f-urrp-fucking idiot?" He snaps. Morty opens his mouth, then closes it. Rick growls, then stumbles out of Morty's room, slamming the door behind him. Morty feels the awkwardness hit him. "Fuck, fuck, fuck" Morty hisses, and quickly opens his laptop. He closes all the tabs, and shoves it under his bed. He quickly pulls back on his pants, and lays down with the blanket covering himself. He feels himself panicking, and takes deep breaths. What would he say tomorrow?

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