When Morty woke to the sound of his screaming alarm, he made his way downstairs. He had decided to simply pull on a pair of pajama bottoms, not even worrying about a shirt. He had long since moved past the days of baby fat. Now, his belly was small, slim. He smiled when he saw that in the mirror, brushing his teeth.

       When he finally made it downstairs, he noticed Rick was nowhere to be found. Morty crept into the garage, poking his head in to make sure Rick wasn't just working silently before he wandered inside. Rick was at his desk, his flask on one side and the journals on the other. Almost screaming, Morty quickly ran out of the garage, his face an intense shade of red. 

       "Fuuuuuuuuuck meeeeeeee..." Morty ran his hand over his face for a moment, leaning over the sink and looking through the window. The storm was unrelenting, everything outside a white blur. He could barely see that there were a good couple feet building up on everybody's yard. His stomach growled, drawing him from his thoughts. "Food..." his tired voice was the only sound throughout the entire house. He grabbed his phone from his pj pocket and pulled YouTube up, playing an acoustic cover of KISS's 'I Was Made For Loving You'. He mumbled softly, following the lyrics as he made himself a quick breakfast.

        While he was frying some bacon, expertly dodging the popping grease that threatened to burn his precious body, he heard the garage door open. Rick was mumbling something to himself as he wandered into the kitchen, taking in the sight of his currently shirtless grandson angled over the stove, making breakfast. "Hot damn..."

        "Hmm?" Morty turned to face Rick, watching as he quickly sat in a chair and folded his legs once more. "Nothing." He grabbed Morty's phone off the table, looking at his YouTube app. "Since you're snooping, play Ween, Baby Bitch." Rick complied, watching the lyrics unfold to a song he was unfamiliar with.

(AN: LYRICS FOR THOSE UNFAMILIAR WITH THIS ART. YES I'M THAT AUTHOR NOW.)
It's been a while since I've seen you smile
But now you've come back again
Came into the room and you saw my girl
And you asked her how long it's been
"A year" she said and you shook your head
Said "I'm surprised it's gone on that long"

Baby, Baby, Baby Bitch
For words I am at a loss
Baby, Baby, Baby Bitch
I'm better now please fuck off

What else you gonna say when while you're back
on your stay
Maybe something, maybe nothing, we'll see
It's just too bad, you're beautiful I guess
I wasn't for you and you weren't for me

Baby, Baby, Baby Bitch
Please slip back into yourself
Baby, Baby, Baby Bitch
Go conquer someone else

People say, "How beautiful, how sweet, how kind"
You're perfect, you've got nothing to hide
But I, for one, have seen the sun
And the bitch that you've locked up inside

Got fat, got angry, started hating myself
Wrote "Birthday Boy" for you babe
Now I'm skinny and sick and paranoid
Without a cent to my name

Baby, Baby, Baby Bitch
Fuck you, you stinkin' ass ho
Most beauty I've seen
you come from a dream
But I can't close my eyes anymore
No, I can't close my eyes anymore  
(AN: LISTEN TO THIS SONG, THEN LOOK UP BIRTHDAY BOY. IT'S A REAL SONG, NOT JUST SOMETHING TO MAKE THE SYLLABLES LINE UP. LISTEN TO IT. DO IT. FUCKING BEAUTIFUL. THEN GO AND WORSHIP WEEN. PS-FUCKING-A THEY'RE THE BOMB.)

       By the time the song had ended, Morty had placed eggs and bacon in front of Rick and sat down with his own. Handing Morty his phone, Rick glanced at the plate. "eugh Y-You didn't have to make this, y-you eugh know." Morty had already finished his bacon, enjoying the holy goodness, "I know. But you already made dinner once." He wiped the grease off of his fingers before picking up his phone, "Oh, and by the way, Happy Christmas Eve! And, no, I'm not playing holiday music." Morty shuddered at the thought, having had to listen to it on radios non-stop for almost three months now. The second Halloween is over, there's no stopping them.

       Morty stood, having already inhaled his nutritious breakfast, and stretched, "I'm gonna go watch tv for a bit." Rick nodded in acknowledgment, then watched as Morty went and sat down, flipping the channel to Ball Fondlers. "Aw, man! I haven't seen this in forever! Rick, c'mon! We haven't watched this show together in the longest time." Morty patted the spot on the couch next to him, then watched as Rick ran around, taking care of his dishes before practically sprinting and jumping onto the couch. 
       The duo laughed at every joke made in the show, enjoying the fact that they could have their time together again. When the show ended, Morty wiped the tears from his eyes, still giggling slightly. They sat in silence for a moment, Morty twiddling his thumbs before his face immediately reddened.

       "H-Hey Rick? C-Can I getthosejournalsback?" He said the last part quickly, turning his gaze to the floor. "What eugh the f-fuck did you say? Slow down, damn." Rick began to take a drink from his flask. "I said, can I get those journals back?" Rick began to choke on the alcohol, staring at Morty as he coughed. "Y-Yea, euuugh s-s-sure." Awkwardly, Rick made his way to the garage, returning with the journals in hand. Morty took them and made his way upstairs, dropping them on his bed.

        He turned to leave, stopping when he saw Rick standing in his doorway. "Jesus, Rick, you scared the shit out of me!" Morty had tripped and fallen backwards on his bed, catching the bottom of his pajama pants on the corner of the box. It tugged just enough to lower the hem a little past his hips. "Aw, shit. Stupid mattress..." Morty stood and readjusted his pants, "What's up, scary man?" Morty folded his arms across his chest, cocking an eyebrow at Rick. He stood in the doorway, just staring, a dumb expression resting on his face.

       "S-Sorry. Just wan-wanted eugh to apologize for t-taking your journals. I-If you'll eugh excuse me, I have something to take care of." Rick immediately took off down the hall, running into his room and shutting the door. "Huh... what the fuck is going on?" Morty sat at his desk, looking at his phone when the screen lit up.

D-Douche
Yo, Morty, you got a minute?

       Morty rolled his eyes and considered not even responding, but his desire to know what he wanted got the better of him.

Morty
What do you want, Daemon?

D-Douche
I just wanted to say I'm sorry. Please come back? :(

       Morty hmm'd at that, muttering, "bullshit".

Morty
You and I both know your apology is shit.

D-Douche
Please, BB?

       Before he could respond, he was alerted to an incoming phone call. D-Douche popped up on his screen and Morty rolled his eyes once again, answering. "What do you want?"

       Daemon sounded as though he'd been crying, "I just want you back, Morty. Please? Y-You left the college and everything, and I didn't even get a goodbye." Morty was pretty sure his eyes were getting a great workout as they rolled once more before he sighed heavily. "No, Daemon. I told you already. And you didn't get a goodbye because I wasn't the one that took my stuff."

       "Who did then? Who was in the dorm?" Morty could hear a tinge of anger in Daemon's voice. "My grampa." His voice shook a little, knowing Daemon knew what he had thought of Rick. "Oh! So now y-you have your granpa doing shit for you. Well, does he know how perverted his little grandson in? Does he know what he thought of late at night when he was jacking off?!" Daemon was screaming into the phone. Morty could hold it away from his ear and still hear him clear as day. "Daemon, I told you already-"
       "Told me what, Mortimer?! That you dreamt of your grampa fucking you silly? That you called out his name on multiple occasions when it was me fucking you?! Is that what you told me, you m-" Before Morty could hear the rest of his sentence, the phone was pulled from his hand. Turning, Morty saw Rick walk over and lean against the wall, listening to Daemon list off everything he wanted. Morty was about to demand his phone back, but Rick crossed one leg over the other and held up his hand. Morty laid on his bed, rolling onto his stomach and burying his face in the pillow. This week had better not get any fucking worse. Now he knows what I wrote and what I told Daemon.

       Morty was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard Rick replying. "Yea, that sounds fun. eugh This is the famous grampa. Gotta hand it to you, eugh you have a great memory, being able to list all of that off. Tell me, what else did he say about me?" Morty felt like screaming, shoving his face further into the pillow and kicking his feet, embarrassed and ready to cry. "eugh well that's nice. Anyways, I gotta go. Call him again and I'll rip your balls out through your throat."

       "Yep, fuck you too. Pleasant conversation." He hung up, Daemon still screaming when he hit the button, and sat on the edge of Morty's bed. He placed his hand on his back, feeling him shake. "Morty? Are you eugh crying?" 
       "No..." He sniffled, "My eyes are sweating." Rick rubbed his hand up and down Morty's back, taking in the feel of his soft skin. "L-Listen, don't eugh don't worry about what he said."

       Morty pulled his face out of the pillow, his face damp and red as he sat up, "I'm gonna worry Rick. I'm gonna worry because the last time I did anything close to what he said, to what you read, you ran away and didn't even say goodbye! I'm gonna fucking worry because you're the only person there for me, and I am going to chase you away again. You heard him! I'm fucked in the head, Rick!" Morty's lip trembled when he had finished. He dried his face, but his trembling lip was a feature that Rick had not failed to notice. 

       Biting his own lower lip, Rick moved his hand up to the side of Morty's face, "You don't have to worry about it, Morty. Really, it's fine." His voice was hushed, his eyes never leaving Morty's mouth. "Rick? Rick, w-what are you doing?" Morty's tongue flicked out, wetting his lips. 

       "Morty... you f-fucked me up, real... bad..." His face inched closer to Morty's, his hand resting on his cheek. He crashed his lips down onto Morty's with such force he thought his lips would bruise. He moved his hand to the back of Morty's head, tangling his fingers in his brown locks, and pinned Morty down of the bed, his free hand on his chest. When he finally pulled away, Morty stared up at him with stars in his eyes.

       "Holy shit..." Rick laughed, straddling Morty while he stared down at him. "R-Rick, i-is that why?" Rick trailed a finger down Morty's abdomen, "It may have been a small urp part of it." Morty giggled, feeling Rick's finger tickling his stomach. "B-But what did Daemon s-say?" Morty bit his lip yet again, curiosity burning in his eyes as he stared into Rick's electric blue orbs. Rick's eyes were wide as he stared at the enamored face of his grandson. "Holy hell, Morty, you gotta stop doing that." Rick blushed heavily, leaning over and burying his face in Morty's neck. He planted a few quick, sloppy kisses, feeling Morty shudder beneath him. 

       He sat up with a chuckle, "He said quite a bit. Like how you imagined," he reached behind him, trailing his hand up Morty's thigh, "that," he brushed against his member, "and that," Rick leaned forward, planting another mind-blowing kiss on Morty's lips, "and that. And a few other things, but we'll go into detail about it later." He winked and hopped off Morty, sitting on the edge of his bed. Morty sat up, flush with embarrassment, before leaning over to Rick's neck, tipping his head to the side and placing little kisses of his own on the nape of his neck. He felt Rick snake a hand up and hold his head against him as he chuckled. Morty lightly bit down on his neck, feeling Rick shudder as he let out the smallest moan. He pulled back and smirked at a breathless Rick. "Fuck, Morty..." 

       "I mean, if you want." Morty laughed, folding his legs beneath him and running his hands through Rick's hair. He heard a low growl as Rick leaned his head back, enjoying the feeling of Morty lightly tugging his hair. He stood quickly, leaning Morty back once again before he straddled him. He peppered light kisses across Morty's chest, running his hands along his arms before his fingers found Morty's, lacing together. Rick could feel Morty's heartrate increasing, chuckling lightly against his skin. He started to suck and nip, leaving little dark spots all across Morty's chest.  

       Morty bucked his hips lightly, grinding against Rick before he sat up, holding Morty's hands above his head. Rick began to press back, biting his lip and closing his eyes as he and Morty found a rhythm together. Both began panting, both from the pleasure and the physical exertion. "M-Morty... ho-holy shi-i-t." Rick was breathing heavily when the two finally stopped. Morty's eyed were heavy lidded as he stared at Rick. "Oh, God, Rick... please..." 

       Rick shrugged out of his lab coat and removed his sweater. "Please, what?" He smirked down at Morty. "Please, I want more. Please?" Morty planted his hands on each of Rick's hips, begging him. "Please, Rick, I want you so bad." All of the feelings Morty had originally tucked away had returned, full force. He released a gasp when he felt Rick palming his aching cock through the light material. "Ah-h, Rick, y-yes..." Rick pressed harder, rubbing with more intensity as he watched Morty writhe beneath him, his mouth hanging open as he took in deep, heavy breaths. 

       He paused and stood at the edge of the bed, leaning down and tugging Morty's pants off, followed by his underwear. He took in the scene before him. Morty splayed out on the bed, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His hard member throbbed almost melodically. Rick bent down in front of Morty, planting sloppy kisses on the inside of his knee, trailing up until he reached his thigh. He used one hand to lightly squeeze Morty's balls and lightly kissed his cock from the base all the way to the tip, swirling his tongue lightly. Morty twitched and writhed, causing Rick to smile as best he could before he slowly took Morty into his mouth, feeling every tiny twitch. 

       Slowly, he took more and more in until he felt Morty's member hit the back of his throat. Not wanting to disappoint, he took in the rest, bobbing his head up and down rapidly while Morty arched his back, clutching slightly at the sheets. "Ah~ Rick." He moved his hand to Rick's head, pulling his hair. Rick moaned, his mouth vibrating around Morty's aching cock. He wanted release so badly, but he wanted Rick to fuck him too. As though reading his thoughts, Rick pulled back, standing and undoing his belt buckle. "M-Morty, y-you have no idea... no idea how bad I want you r-right now." His pants fell to the ground, landing with a small plop before he stood before Morty, still panting. His eyes now drifted to Rick's stiff member, taking a mental snapshot.

        "Turn over." Morty obeyed, turning over and resting on his knees and elbows. He was tense, expecting Rick's fingers, and was pleasantly surprised to feel his tongue lazily trace his entrance. He arched his back, relishing in the feel of Rick's tongue pressed against him, "F-Fuck, Rick..."

       Rick grinned, sitting up. Morty was disappointed, missing the feeling already. "See, there's two ways this could go." Rick sat up, placing his knees against the bed and grabbing Morty's hard cock. "I could continue teasing you until you burst," his hand released Morty, "or," suddenly, he felt Rick place two fingers inside his hole, "I could fuck you so hard you see galaxies." Still finger fucking the moaning mess that is Morty, Rick leaned forward and planted kisses and hickeys all down Morty's back, enjoying the feel of him shuddering and writhing, moaning his name. "Hah~ Rick, please... Please, hard..." Morty arched his back higher, pressing against Rick's fast-pumping fingers in an attempt to quicken the pace. 

       Rick removed his fingers, making Morty whine as he missed the feeling. Turning his head, Morty saw Rick rubbing spit all along his member before he placed himself at Morty's entrance. "Fuck, Rick, please." Morty wiggled his ass in the air, biting down on his lip, "Fuck me, Rick."

       Rick grabbed each of Morty's thighs and pulled him closer before he lined himself up to Morty's entrance. He pressed in slowly, watching as Morty curled his toes in pleasure. "Ah!~ Rick."

       "Fuck, Morty, y-you feel so good..." Rick had pressed himself in as far as he could go, feeling Morty's tight little ass take him in. "Mmm~" He emitted another low rumble from deep within his chest, making Morty shudder in excitement before he began to push in and out of his grandson's small frame. Both were breathing heavily as Rick slammed into his ass at a slower, more methodic pace. Morty had been reaching a hand down to rub his throbbing cock when Rick pulled his hand behind his back, followed by the other. He held Morty's hands together in one iron fist as his other hand began to work Morty's member. Morty gasped and cried out in pleasure, nearly screaming Rick's name. 

       Rick began to increase his speed, pumping into Morty at ungodly speeds and working him harder. "R-Rick, f-fuck I think I'm going to-" Morty was cut off when he felt Rick slam into him one more time before he released into Morty's ass, sending Morty over the edge. They both fell over, dazed and satisfied. 

       Morty had been surprised. He'd never came like that before. He had actually seen stars before he collapsed into a panting mess. "R-Rick, oh my God..." he nuzzled into Rick's chest, feeling it rise and fall as quickly as his own. Rick wrapped his arms around Morty, planting soft kisses on his head. 

       "Me too, Morty... holy shit, me t-too."