A few weeks have gone by since the unintentional sleepover. When Rick had finally woken up, your poor little donger was so sore. Of course you told him what had happened, and of course he laughed. You did too, because, well let's face it, it was still funny as hell.

       You had taken a break from adventures for the time being, just taking a while to relax. You'd been building things together often, mostly destructive objects that could potentially take over the world. Rick had shown you his underground lab at one point, and you learned about Tiny Rick when you saw the dusty tubes caked in dried blood and preservative fluid and couldn't help but ask what the actual fuck had happened.

       But now you were on your way to God knows where, doing Satan knows what, and probably grabbing Gabriel knows whatever. Rick had decided to let you pilot, occasionally reaching over to adjust your steering. His hand would lay over yours and help you get a feel for the steering. Eventually, you got it, and were piloting like a pro. Rick gave you several compliments, and had begun to instruct you on how to properly land. Of course it was a little shaky, but he said it was much better than what Morty had done. On more than one occasion, he'd had to call an intergalactic towing agency and explain that his grandson had been driving because he was too drunk. A very, very believable tale.

       "Alright, eugh kid," he led you to a large building, "I don't care how you be-behave, but eugh under no circumstances do you let these-these assholes take you away. You kick ass if they try."

       As you walked, nodding in understanding, you found yourself surrounded by countless Rick's and Morty's. There were other individuals there, as well, but the duo seemed to be the most popular. There were multiple stalls with Morty insurance, weird looking plushies, coupons for free replacement Morty's, and so many more things. It was dedicated to the pair. Rick rolled his eyes and continued ushering you along, his hand on the small of your back as he pushed you in the direction he needed you to go in.

       After fifteen minutes of silent wandering, you found yourself in a large room, standing in front of multiple Rick's with important-looking clothes. "Swag," you shot finger guns at them, shoving your hands in your pockets with a bored expression a moment after.

       "What is your business here, 137?" The man to the far right from you growled out. You gaped, "Dude, you look like that Barbie thing from the Rugrats. You know, Cynthia? Dude, you let a toddler style your hair or something?" Rick let out a loud bark of laughter from behind you as the man scowled down at you. "Cranky mofo, that's fo sho." You cackled again, feeling your lab coat fall around you as you placed your hands on your knees and leaned forwards. Rick had let you bring glitter, something that made you especially happy, though he'd said that 'if you use it on me, I will kick your scrawny ass, princess'.

       Sure, it was nice that he finally noticed your real placement in this world, and that he was below you, but you really wanted to use it on him again. However, now that you were surrounded by what looked like douchier versions of him, you wanted to set up a glitter bomb and run.
Actually, you'd already brought one. Straightening yourself, you patted an inside pocket, feeling the device sitting near where the confetti bomb had been. "Always prepared," you mumbled, grinning slyly.

       "Who are you?" The Rick to your far left spoke up. You glanced over and absolutely lost your shit, stomping your foot and breaking out into a fit of laughter. "You look like... Jesus, you think that's cool? Is that what it is? You look like a cloud shat on your head or something. What the fuck is that? Did you throw your toupee in the dryer or something?"

       You threw your head back and high fived yourself, Rick losing his shit behind you.

       "Alright, hold on. Really," you wiped your eye, "who do you let style your hair? That's gold. I wanna meet this person, they're great. You," you pointed to the Rick to the right of the center, "look like somebody took Marge Simpson's hair, rolled it down, and pinned it to your head. You," you pointed to the Rick on the left if the man, "look like you belong in some Lord of The Rings shit. You just look like an idiot, and you look like my dad after I came out with my fairy wand." You pointed at the last two, losing your shit and laughing uncontrollably. All the Rick's before you scowled, grumbling amongst themselves.

       "I," you announced proudly once you'd calmed down, "am the great and powerful (Y/N). And, if you try anything, I'll have your head in my hand faster than you can say 'I love dick'. Wait, that's my thing, hold on." You laughed again, "Nah, you good. Don't try nuttin', doe, 'cause I really am crazy."

       "Yep, eugh that's an annoying fact." Rick walked closer to you, laughing at your pout of disagreement. "But I'm here for something really important, eugh actually."

       "Make it quick, 137. The Council is already planning our ravange," the Cynthia Rick stated. "You pulling some Mega Mind shit on purpose? It's 'revenge' dumbass." You huffed.

       'Cynthia' grimaced before growling down at you. "Ooh, hot. Do it again, come on. You're really turning me on, here." You batted your eyelashes, laughing as he withdrew from the edge and sat back with an angry glare.

       Rick cleared his throat, laughing slightly, "I just need eugh a few things."

       'A few things' later, your happy ass was walking down the streets again, pushing a stupid box along. You had run out of the building with Rick once you'd gotten what you needed. You had thrown the glitter bomb up to the Rick's, watching them flip their shit at the 3 second timer before they were engulfed in glitter. You and Rick had sprinted out as fast as you could, hearing angry whines as you cackled. Now you were walking to the cruiser and throwing the box into the passenger seat. "Alright," Rick said, "eugh bigger than expected."

       "I get that a lot," you snickered. Rick rolled his eyes and laughed before shutting the passenger door. He walked over to the driver's side and leaned over the seat, rummaging in the back for a moment. While he leaned over, you lifted your foot and tapped his butt, laughing when he jumped and stared back at you. "What? Can't help it, my shoe loves tapping dat ass."

       Rick shook his head as he backed out. "Alright, somehow, we'll both get home in this. eugh I got too much shit in there."

       You walked over to Rick and placed an arm on his shoulder, "My lap or yours?" You gave a goofy smirk and Rick rolled his eyes, "What the fuck, (Y/N)...." He laughed.

       "Shut up, you know you appreciate my happy ass." You walked backwards slightly, staring at the cruiser. "Alright, sit your ass down, we're just putting off the inevitable. Besides, you like it when I sit in your lap, remember?" You winked, gave a side of finger guns, and cackled, watching Rick's face tinge red.

       He grumbled and climbed into the cruiser, folding his arms over his chest. You climbed in and situated yourself in his lap, "Look, I can drive this time. You can take care of the pedals." You giggled, starting the cruiser and taking off better than last time. Rick controlled the pedals while you steered, just like you'd said.

       "It's a lot smoother when you aren't shooting some mofo's down, don'tcha know?" You placed one hand on your hip and steered with the other, "You're incredibly warm. Not a bad thing, but you are. It's cozy."

       "You have got to be eugh the weirdest person ever." Rick muttered. "You're right behind me, doll. I can hear ya."

       "Well take it as a compliment, kid. And what the hell am I supposed to do with my hands?" He waved them in the air for emphasis, grumbling. "I dunno. You're older, shouldn't you have more experience in the field of 'gettin' some'?" You questioned with a laugh. Rick grumbled again, but you didn't catch it this time.

       "Fight me IRL, I train UFC, beyotch." You placed your foot over Rick's on the pedals. "Be like that episode of Futurama, where Fry and Bender combine, you know? Just throw your hands on the steering wheel or something, I dunno." Awkwardly, Rick placed his hands on the base of the steering wheel.

       "Geez, you've pretty much seen me 'nak-eed'," you stated, "but you're uncomfy throwing your hands on the same thing I'm grabbing? Now who's the weirdest person ever?"

       "In my defense, I eugh I have no idea what's gonna put you outta your comfort zone, kid. I'd think it'd be a little weird if a guy eugh came up and threw his hands over mine on the steering wheel."

       You rolled your eyes, "Geez, you think I forgot what happened on the first adventure, sir? I don't think you can top that." You laughed, whispering, "You could top this, though."

       Rick shifted beneath you, "We don't eugh talk about that."

       "But I do," you laughed, "all the time. It's great, you know. 'Hey, I'm (Y/N). You know, the dude that gets a guy going on the first day. Nice to meet you, careful though, I might figure out you're a kinky bastard.' That's all day, erryday, for me." A quick glance in the rearview mirror portrayed Rick's ever reddening face.

       "Dude, chill. Not like I can kill you over it now, you know." You laughed, "That happened. Just like how you were minutes from walking in on a nice scene the first time you popped in. I think we're even, bro." Rick shifted again, and *poof*, there it was. "Really? I'm sitting here, you know. I can feel that."

       "Can it, kid, alright?" Rick grumbled. You chuckled lightly, shifting in your seat on Rick's lap tauntingly. You saw Rick grab the steering wheel harder. "Uh-oh, did I make it worse?"

       "(Y/N), what the f-fuck?" You kept moving around, laughing. "Just messing with you, boss."

       Rick grumbled lightly, "Great, that's gonna be there a while." You laughed, "Dude, I can still hear that. Not my fault you're weird as hell."

       Rick groaned in either annoyance, embarrassment, enjoyment, or all three. "Might wanna clarify that lovely little number, sir." You looked in the mirror and met Rick's gaze, smiling, "Did the leader of the pack find himself in a bit of a situation?"

       Rick glared at you. You moved your hand from your thigh to his, feeling him jump. "You know," you continued piloting, feeling him use a hand to tug yours from his hip, "you talk a lotta shit for someone who can't keep it down too long." You laughed, wrestling your hand from his and placing it further up, reaching behind you.

       The game continued for a while, him wrestling your hand away and uttering curse words every so often. You kept placing your hand on his thigh as you piloted with the other.

       "Kid, I swear." Rick tried to be threatening, but his voice fluctuated when you squeezed his thigh in the middle of his sentence. "I know you do, I hear it every day." You placed your hand on the steering wheel, feeling his boom stick beneath you. "That's gotta hurt," you laughed. Rick seemed to breathe a sigh of relief when you'd stopped, only to growl back when you'd spoken, "You did this on purpose, which was confusing and uncalled for. You eugh give a lot of mixed signals kid."

       In response, you pressed yourself firmly against him, moving your hips quickly, "How mixed is that?" Rick's hands twitched on the steering wheel for a moment as you tormented the poor man.

       "Kid," he breathed, "what are you doin'?" You chuckled, biting your lip momentarily, "I dunno, what am I doing?"

       You pressed down harshly, feeling Rick jump momentarily. "I'm using a freebie. I've put up with enough of your shit, kid." He pulled his hands from the steering wheel and placed them firmly on your waist, pushing up against you. His foot pressed hard on the gas, the ship accelerating. He reached over, pulling a hand from your waist, and flipped a switch, the ship seeming to turn to autopilot.

       He placed his hand back on your waist and rocked his hips against you, pulling you down. "Y-You can let go of the st-steering wheel, kid, it's got it." You slowly released your hold on the wheel, leaning back onto Rick and biting your lip harshly. He let out a shaky breath, "You gotta tell me if you want me to stop. Y-You have your boundaries, but I won't let you g-get away with teasing." Without thinking about it, you placed a hand on his thigh while you moved the other to slowly palm yourself, the sensation sending chills through your body. You shivered as he continued grinding against you, groaning shakily. In the mirror, you could see that he had his eyes closed, his head tilted back against the head rest. You couldn't help but wonder what was going through his head right now as you realized you had, essentially, stopped thinking in this moment.

       You pressed back against him, now harshly pressing into your palm every once in a while and breathing shakily. "H-Hold on," you squeaked out. Rick stopped abruptly, opening his eyes quickly. "Kid, if I-"

       You shifted in your seat, "N-no, no, hold on." You shifted as best you could, careful not to knock anything down as you spun around. "I'm not saying this is gonna turn into something, but I got you going, and now you got me going." You bit your lip, straddling him in the seat, "And I need to get off, and you need to get off, so, you know," You trailed off, pressing against him, "Stop me whenever, boss."

       You pressed yourself against Rick harshly, swiveling your hips. He never did reply, but instead shut his eyes, furrowing his brow as he exhaled quickly. His hands were back around your waist in no time as he pressed back against you. "H-hah," you breathed as Rick pressed hard against you. "Tr-Trade me, boss." You groaned. Rick tossed his head back, "Wh-What?"

       "Trade m-me," you swallowed heavily. "You sit in my lap. Just tr-trust me, it'll be better for you in-in the long run." Rick nodded, reluctantly lifting you from his lap. You clambered around one another until he was in your lap, facing forwards. You ran your hand up his thigh and roughly gripped him. He threw his head back and let out a shaky sigh. You snaked your other hand around and fumbled with his belt buckle. "Kid, y-you don't ha-have to do anything els-else."

       You didn't reply as you continued, moving slowly to give him time to stop you at any moment. You pressed against him, grinding roughly as he pressed back against you. You finally managed to undo his belt, undoing his pants next. "Jesus," Rick breathed, "kid-" You stopped him before he could get a word out, slowly wrapping your fingers around him. You pulled his member out, still grinding against him as he gasped lightly at your touch.

       Jesus on a fucking cracker...

       He was definitely well hung, as the legends foretold. He tossed his head back as you began to stroke him, not gripping too rough nor too loose as you did. He let out a desiring whine, moving his hips upwards as you ran your hand along his entirety, your eyes widening in realization. Add that to the list of differences.

       Rick was an absolute mess as you worked him, twisting your wrist as you moved up and down his length, increasing speed. Rick moved forward slightly, slipping a hand behind himself as he lightly grabbed at you. The sudden touch caused you to bite your lip as you tried not to let it interrupt your pace.

       "Hold on," Rick breathed before rotating the same way you had. The ship continued its autopilot uninterrupted.

       He reached down and undid your jeans, working you in the same way you'd worked him before he placed both hands on either side of your head, rubbing his cock along your own. You threw your head back, gasping at the sudden contact. You both ground against one another, a moaning, jumbled mess as you did so. You were both breathing heavily, neither of you willing to go farther for fear of how the other might react.

       There was an all too familiar knot growing in your stomach as your mouth fell open. You were drawing in massive amounts of air as you threw your arms over Rick's shoulders, tossing your head back with a sharp cry as you felt yourself release. Rick followed shortly after, groaning as he did so. You were both breathing heavily when you'd finally settled back down. After you'd caught your breath, you both tucked yourselves away and threw your dirtied shirts out the window with a laugh.

       "If anybody asks, we had to build a flag," you chuckled. Rick nodded in agreement as you shifted back. You were now sitting in his lap, the ship no longer on autopilot as you steered home.

       But something was off again.

AN: Please forgive me it just furthers the plot don't kill me I'm a really nice person I promise just not when I'm writing.