Burn in Hell | C137cest AU

Night Out - Chapter 03

       Morty found he had no reason to lock his house anymore if his damn kid was going to let anybody that knocked on the door inside. When Tuesday evening rolled around, he was very rudely woken from his nap to the sound of a loud voice 'commanding' him to wake up.
       "Get your lazy ass outta that bed before I pull you by your feet," came the threat in a familiar voice. Morty lazily opened his eyes, met with four anxiously waiting faces. Don, Gary, Rick, and, of course, Al, all stood in his room, wearing somewhat amused grins, while AJ crawled all over Morty to wake the man up. "You leave your kid unattended and he lets strangers in," Al chastised, stepping from the edge of the bed as Morty threw his legs over the edge and set AJ on the floor. Al gave an exaggerated whistle upon seeing Morty in his normal sleep attire, leading the brunet to laugh halfway through his yawn as he stretched his arms above his head. "How are you still living with a kid like that? He's either gonna let in your murderer or he's gonna squish you to death." 
       "He's a kid, doofus," Morty replied, grabbing AJ once more before the kid could dig under his bed and embarrass Morty by pulling his birthday gifts out. Al mocked the brunet with a laugh while AJ bounced on the mattress again with wild fits of laughter. "You're being kidnapped," Gary spoke up, wandering over now. "And you get no say in it. My lady love is in the other room," Al pointed down the hall. "She was modest and afraid you slept naked." Morty heard an appalled shout from down the hall, laughing. "I told you I wanted no part in waking him! I know some people sleep in clothes, you freak!" came Shoja's retort after a minute. "You love it!" Al called back. Morty shook his head, accepting his fate when AJ tugged him back and tackled the man in a 'wake up hug', as he called them. 
       "The biggest softies ever," Morty announced in response to the several 'aw's that were called out, laughing as Al pulled a disgusted face. "Those things don't leave your side for like eighteen years, and even then you're stuck supporting them." The man gave an exaggerated shudder and Morty shrugged, giving a light groan when AJ shifted and barely missed kneeing him where it mattered. Gary gave a wince and a laugh, shaking his head lightly.
       "Alright, get yer butt outta bed already. We got places to be and things to drink," Gary announced with a grin. "My dearest female friend with whom I hold relations," Al laughed as Shoja snorted from down the hall, "is here for the sole purpose of watching after your child because, and I quote," Al cleared his throat, "'you won't give me my own baby'." Morty knew he was a dead man upon hearing the imitation, though he and the others still laughed as the man glanced to see if Shoja was going to kill him. "I wanna be cremated," he announced while Morty finally shuffled from his bed. AJ clung to him and the older of the two gave a short huff, adjusting the toddler before he wandered around and grabbed an outfit. 
       "Kid," Rick spoke from behind Morty now and the brunet turned around quickly, holding his outfit and laughing. "Heart attack," he muttered, ensuring he had the outfit he wanted. The others had somewhat nice dress shirts on, each done somewhat similarly to Rick's own style, and Morty assumed they had a plan. "I wanna talk to you for a minute," he spoke quietly and Morty nodded. "We can go to AJ's room if you need to," he responded, shifting the clothing in his hands. 
       When Rick nodded, he stepped to the side and Morty wandered around him. "Be right back," he stated, leading Rick from the room while Al watched curiously. 
       "What'd you need?" Morty questioned when Rick shut the child's bedroom door behind them. "It's been a while, and I wanna know how that's healed up." He pointed to Morty's hip and the brunet huffed, setting his clothes on AJ's bed. "Why is it always that with you?" he questioned, shifting the shorts he wore to reveal his hip. Rick pursed his lips, leaning sideways to see what had mostly gone to scar. The word 'whore' was forever emblazoned in the brunet's flesh, for anybody close enough to read. 
       Rick heaved a heavy sigh, running his thumb over the letters before he brought his hand up to the side of Morty's head. "You know what happened to them," he stated slowly. "You knew it was gonna happen." Morty nodded, staring upwards to meet Rick's gaze. "You knew, even though you tried. Why do you want to let people get away with hurting you?" 
       "I don't. They just... It wasn't like-- . . . . . It's not gonna stop, no matter what you try, what you do. It doesn't matter what anybody does. They hate that I'm the only one that knows what you look like, even after you were out in the club, in the open. Nobody knew and nobody figured it out. They hate me for being preferred, and it's never gonna stop. Ever since we started doing whatever it is we do, it hasn't stopped." Morty sighed lightly, leaning into Rick's touch slightly. He was always going to have that comforting warmth around him, no matter what he did. 
       "Someday," Rick sighed, stroking the brunet's cheek with his thumb, "I'll be what it is that you want. And then you'll know what it is we have; what we do." Morty furrowed his brow, though any questions went unasked. The words died in his throat, cut off when Rick's lips slotted perfectly with his own, while hands slid around his bare torso. Morty brought his arms up and slipped them around Rick's neck, deftly running his fingers through the blue hair and pressing as close as he could to the man.
       Morty jumped nearly a mile from Rick, though in reality it was two feet at best, the second he heard curious knocks sound through the room. He watched the door press open not even a second after, working towards gathering his clothes and watching Rick try to hide his laughter. 
       "Not in your son's bedroom!" Al dorkily exclaimed. Morty rolled his eyes. "I'm never gonna give up!" Al announced valiantly. "But, for real little dude, huuurrrrryyy!" he dragged out, whining and slouching where he stood. Morty rolled his eyes. "Then get out and I'll be right there."
       "But you're already 98 percent naked! Just put your clothes on and let's go!" Morty sent a look to Al that had the man walking out a second later, though he gave a look right back that said Morty had better hurry or Al would start spreading rumors.
       As soon as the door shut, Rick began to laugh, ducking his head down while Morty tugged his pants up around him. Everybody seemed to have a set style for the evening and he was going along with it. He had recently gone through and bought new dress pants so he wouldn't have to wear his work pants all the time, slipping into snug, soft black skinny jeans and wrapping his belt around himself. He had grabbed his yellow dress shirt, pulling it over his head. "Your way or my way?" he mused, looking at himself in the mirror.
       "I think," Rick wandered over, "you could go one lower." Morty watched his reflection while Rick pulled one more button undone, now seeing he had four left open in total. It wasn't too much, and Morty would be a liar if he said he didn't like the way it looked on him. He adjusted his sleeves, keeping them rolled just above his elbows, and adjusted the snug material, giving himself an affirming nod. He enjoyed the contrast between his yellow shirt and Rick's own baby blue, seeing that it was very fitting for them. Blue went with blue while yellow went with green.
       Morty smiled at his reflection further, finding Rick wrapping his lanky arms around the brunet's middle and burying his face in his neck. "I gotta tell you right now, we're going out on a business trip. Then we're gonna have fun." Morty shut his eyes, abruptly exhaling shakily when fluttering kisses changed to blunt enamel pressed into his flesh, right before the nape of his neck. He felt heat creep into his face, turning away momentarily when Rick finally stood up, though he kept his arms around the bashful brunet, glancing at the reflection in the Spongebob mirror with a grin. "I know you said you don't want to," he continued quietly, "but you're gonna have to take your gun with you, baby." Morty nodded, not even caring right now. He was just basking in the attention, leaning back into the man behind him. "It's out in my car. I'll give it to you before we leave. You get two magazines, and you might actually need them all. Make sure you focus, can't have you missing too many." 
       "Okay," Morty spoke softly, pulling away from the man. He stared at the obvious mark on his neck, wondering if that was done on a whim or on purpose. "We gotta get out th-there before Al starts making up stories." Rick nodded in agreement, looking around the room. "That sponge is making me paranoid, too," he mumbled. "How the hell does AJ sleep with all this?" Morty shrugged, leading the pair from the room. 
       Rick and Morty found the group they had left listening intently to AJ babbling about Spongebob and the Backyardigans. All of his favorite shows, really. They all wore adoring grins, including Al, though it turned more to a sly expression as he peered towards the two walking into the room. 
       "Well don't you look fancy," Don teased as he caught sight of Morty. The brunet was just thankful he had rid himself of his blush and obvious excitement before they'd wandered into the room. "Cleans up real nice," Rick commented from behind the brunet. Morty laughed lightly, throwing his phone and wallet into his pants before he stepped into his socks and dress shoes. Apparently they were to look a specific way tonight, each matching though the colors of their shirts were off. Rick and Morty were blue and yellow, Don wore orange, Al wore a vibrant rouge, and Gary had a teal button up. Each was somewhat snug, with four to five buttons left undone. Morty had only switched from converse to dress shoes simply to go with the flow, not wanting to be the odd one out. 
        "Alright. Here's where you ask one question," Rick announced, standing directly beside Morty. "Who do you trust to keep you alive on the road?"