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Rick dropped his pants and boxers, walked over to his small bed, and sat on the edge of it, looking expectantly at Morty.
Morty blushed. "O-Oh- we're- we're getting right into it."
Rick chuckled, before his look of amusement turned into a deep glare. "Of course. You're not chickening out, are you? Because I swear to fucking god if you're going to leave after getting me all worked up-"
"Oh, shut the fuck up. I'm not going anywhere, dipshit," Morty snapped, slowly stepping toward Rick. "You are fucking massive," He hissed. "Give me a goddamn minute to fucking process this."
Rick laughed. "Damn, kid. I think you're the only person in this hellhole that I don't hate being around. You know, all your little cop friends are wusses, you know that? Your buddy Sammy, that pussy got too scared for my dick even after I fingered him for hours. We ended up only jerking each other off. Fucking shame, too. His tight ass would've been amazing. God, you should've seen him when he tried to suck me off. Couldn't even get half my cock down his tight throat, but was it hot to see him choking on me."
Morty bit back a moan. It was surprisingly turning him on to hear Rick talk about these people he's known for years like this.
"Oh? You like that? You like hearing how slutty your friend is? After today, I'm going to turn you into the best slut in this whorehouse." Rick started lazily stroking himself, smirking at the hungry gleam in Morty's eyes.
Morty was about to kneel on the floor in front of Rick when Rick stopped him. "Uh uh uh, clothes off. I like my sluts naked when they're choking around me."
Morty glared at Rick, but Rick could tell that there was no hate behind it. Morty pulled his shirt over his head and threw it to the side, then, carefully, he removed his pants. He had to make sure he didn't lose that key or else it would be very difficult to explain what he was doing in Rick's cell.
Rick glanced at Morty's clothed bulge. "Almost there," He teasingly said, cock twitching at the aggravated look on Morty's face. "What's the matter, small dick?"
Morty looked down, his face flushed and Rick's eyes widened. "Oh- uh- no, it's okay if you're small, I mean- I've fucked plenty of men who were small. I don't really care."
Morty irritatedly exhaled. "I-I'm- I'm not small. At least, I think I'm not. I just... haven't done something like this in a while."
Rick froze. "You're a virgin?"
"NO!" Morty exclaimed quickly, waving his hands. "No, I just- it's- the only person who... fucked me was my ex-boyfriend and that was a few years ago."
"Oh, so it's just been a while since you've had sex?"
Morty frowned. "It's stupid, you wouldn't get it."
Rick raised an eyebrow, pausing his stroke on his semi-hard cock. "I'm the smartest man in the world. There really isn't much I won't get."
Morty sighed, his frown deepening. "No, I told you. It's stupid."
Rick was about to open his mouth again when Morty quickly cut him off. "No. Shut the fuck up." He pulled down his boxers, revealing his cock, which Rick noted was about slightly under average. Honestly, he thought it was cute.
Morty got on his knees and knelt in front of Rick, staring intensely into his eyes. "It's been a while since I've done this..." Morty said softly, taking his hand and moving Rick's cock to his lips.
Rick's breath hitched when Morty slowly slid the tip into his warm mouth. Morty sighs around it, tasting the salty precum that began to drip from Rick's cock. It really has been way too long since he's done this.
Morty sucked on the tip harder, feeling his own cock jerk when Rick emits a low groan. "Not- not bad, M-Morty," Rick said, fisting the brunette's hair. Morty moaned softly around Rick's cock, licking over the slit.
Rick hissed and fisted Morty's hair tighter. Morty smirked to himself as he pulled away, a thin string of saliva connecting him to Rick. "Take off your shirt," Morty ordered, surprising himself with how demanding he sounded. Rick pulled his orange shirt off, tossing it to the side, as Morty shamelessly stared at his chest.
Morty trailed a hand up Rick's torso, flicking one of Rick's nipples, making the older man groan. Morty's hand went in between Rick's chest, forcefully pushing him down on the small bed.
Shocked, Rick was about to question Morty's actions until Mortyclimbed over him and grabbed his dick again. Morty lightly kissed the tip, making direct eye contact with Rick before beginning to give small kitten licks to the head. Rick choked on a moan when Morty started to lick lower and lower until tracing over his balls with his tongue.
Morty licked back up Rick's length, taking the head in his mouth again, except this time, he began to take it deeper. Taking deep, slow breaths through his nose, Morty was able to take almost half of Rick's cock. "W-Wow..." Rick panted, staring hungrily down at Morty. "You- you're doing such a good fucking job..."
Morty tensed up and moaned at the praise, sending delicious waves of pleasure through Rick. Morty's dick was begging for attention. When he reached down to touch himself, Rick didn't stop him. To be completely honest, Rick was hoping Morty would start stroking himself. He also hoped that Morty would cum from it. Fucking someone who's still sensitive from an orgasm is one of Rick's biggest turn-ons.
Morty pulled himself away, panting heavily. When Rick sat up and looked questioningly at him, Morty blushed. "I want you to choke me," Morty said, not losing eye contact with Rick.
Rick's brow rose in surprise. "You want me to choke you?"
Morty's face burned but he was too horny to stop. He kept going. "Yes. Fucking hell yes. I- I want you to push my head down on-on your dick- I- I want you to be rough and- and call me a slut- Fuck- I need it- you- so fucking bad- Please."
Rick was stunned for a moment before he started grinning. "Wow, you've been with me for less than an hour and you're already begging for my dick." Morty looked down, his face was flushed with embarrassment. "Don't look away, baby," Rick smirked, only realizing he let the nickname slip from his lips after he said it. "I think it's sexy how much you want me."
Morty's mouth parted slightly in shock. No one, not even his ex, had ever called him sexy. It felt good to hear Rick say that and have Rick looking down at him like he was actually worth something. Morty almost felt happy until he remembered that this man was a horny murderer and he was the only one around that Rick could seduce into sex.
Rick looked at Morty with an unreadable expression on his face. He's never called anyone 'baby' during sex. He liked rough, hardcore sex with no feelings attached and he always felt that nicknames like 'babe' and 'baby' were too touchy-feeling for his taste. But there was something about Morty that made it different. Rick found himself wanting to praise Morty, wanting to call him 'baby' and wanting to tease him when he blushed. Rick has never felt this way during hookups, and honestly, he was starting to get annoyed at all these feelings getting in the way of promising sex.
Morty licked his lips and took Rick in his mouth again. He stared up at Rick with an almost innocent look in his eyes that made Rick crazy. Rick grabbed a fistful of Morty's hair, making the brunette boy's eyes widen. He took deeper, longer breaths through his nose, and even though he knew it was coming, it caught him off guard when Rick pushed his head down just slightly.
Morty shuddered, sucking harder on Rick's cock. Morty begged Rick with his eyes to push him farther, praying that Rick understood. He needed this. Rick did understand. "Are you sure y-you want me to do this?" Rick asked. He was down for it but he wanted to make sure Morty knew what he was getting himself into. Morty's eyebrows furrowed and he glared at Rick. He pulled himself away and frowned.
"Yes. Jesus Christ. Was twice not enough? How many times do you want to hear me say it?!" Morty stood up and leaned closely into Rick's face. "I want you to take that big fucking cock and choke me with it until I start crying. I want you to shove that thing so far down my throat and face-fuck me so hard I can feel it. Then, I want you to cum on my tongue and watch me fucking eat-"
And that was it.
That was the moment Rick lost all his control.
"Morty," Rick began darkly, watching Morty with a dangerous look in his eyes. "You have no fucking idea what you just got yourself into."
Morty's eyes widened and his face heated up and he eagerly knelt on the floor in front of Rick. Rick smirked. "Mouth open, tongue out," He commanded. Morty quickly complied. Rick grabbed his dick and rubbed it against Morty's tongue, making the younger man squirm. Rick grabbed the back of Morty's head, seizing fistfuls of his hair. "You are going to wish you kept your mouth shut," Rick whispered before shoving his entire cock into Morty's open mouth. Before Morty could even process what happened, his nose was already resting at the base of Rick's dick.
Morty's eyes expanded in an almost cartoonish manner. Rick didn't even give to poor boy a minute to adjust before thrusting into his throat. Morty moaned loudly against Rick's cock, his eyes quickly filling up with tears as a slight pain in his jaw appeared. Rick teasing smirked. "Aw, look how cute. You're already crying and I've only just started."
Morty could hardly breathe with how quickly Rick was going, but that didn't matter. This was exactly what he wanted and it felt amazing. The burning in his lungs whenever Rick would hold him down for a few seconds followed by a quick moment of air before it started all over again was driving Morty insane. He had barely touched his cock this whole time and it was dripping.
Morty reached down and quickly fisted his cock. Holy shit- he could feel his orgasm coming. Morty whimpered around Rick's cock, fresh tears streaming down his face. Rick moaned loudly above him. "Ohh, fuuuuck, baby, I'm so fucking close- You- You're taking me so well- so- such a good boy- such a good boy- A good- good little slut- my dirty- dirty bitch-" Rick was rambling at this point, but he didn't care. It's been too long since someone has willingly sucked his dick like this.
Morty fucking his fist harder and swallowed around Rick. Rick groaned as he held Morty's head all the way down, encasing his entire dick in the warmth of Morty's throat. Morty let out an ear-piercing scream around Rick's cock as he came, shuddering and softly continuing to fuck his oversensitive cock into his fist. The older man hissed and force himself to pull out of Morty's mouth. Morty whined at the loss of the dick in his abused throat until he realized what was happening.
Rick was doing what Morty had asked for.
Rick jerked himself off with quick, rapid strokes, panting heavily. "Fuck, Morty- Tongue- tongue out. I'm so close-" Morty was shaking, his vision was blurring with his tears and he could hardly process anything except Rick's voice. He slowly opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue as Rick burst, moaning loudly, and long, white ropes of cum shot from his dick and landed on Morty's tongue.
Slowly, with Rick watching intensely, Morty stuck his tongue back in his mouth and swallowed. Then, out of nowhere, Rick was hit with a sudden urge to kiss Morty.
So he did.
He stood Morty up and grabbed his face and kissed him like his life depended on it, lowly moaning at the taste of his cum on Morty's tongue. "You're so fucking hot," Rick growled between kisses, only giving Morty a few seconds to breathe before kissing him again. "I've never fucked s-someone as good as you, baby. You're so- so fucking sexy when you choke on my cock..."
"Please," Morty croaked. He didn't even know what he was begging for.
Rick seemed to know, though. He moved Morty over to his bed and told him to lie on his back. "Wait, shit- We don't have lube," Rick muttered, making Morty whine.
"Rick..." Morty whined, making Rick realize that was the first time Morty had used his name. He wanted to hear his name come out of Morty's mouth more often.
"I know, I want it too."
Morty frowned, his head finally clearing up a little from his orgasm. "We don't have much time left until someone comes down here."
"I know. Well, it was fun while it lasted. You have the best mouth I've ever fucked, Morty," Rick said, and it was true. He's been with plenty of people in his life and Morty was definitely the best.
Morty gave Rick a small smile. Rick kissed him again, softly this time.
Morty rushed to put his clothes on and stepped out of the cell, waving at Rick before he left. He didn't know how he was going to face everyone now, knowing that they all had some sort of sexual experience with Rick.
Sighing to himself, Morty spotted his 'friends' standing by the wall and talking, eating stereotypical donuts. Morty frowned. Sammy, one of his 'best friends' waved him over.
"Hey, Mort!" Sammy said smiling.
Morty hated that nickname.
Instead of commenting, he forced a smile. "Hey, Sammy."
Sammy glanced back at the two other cops beside him. "So, you were bringing Rick Sanchez his breakfast?"
Morty's frown deepened. "Yeah, why?"
The three cops awkwardly shuffled. "No reason," One of them said, who Morty truly didn't care about enough to learn their name.
"Did you hear Rick Sanchez is going to be put to death tomorrow morning?" Cop 1 said, making Morty freeze.
"How the hell do you know that?" Cop 2 asked, crossing their arms.
Cop 1 smiled. "I heard a few higher ranks talking about it. They said tomorrow morning Rick Sanchez is going to be put to death."
Sammy faked gasped. "Oh, wow. Who saw that coming? The guy's is a freak! He's probably some sort of witch or something. He claims to be the smartest man in the world."
Morty didn't say anything. Rick was going to be killed.
Cop 1 frowned. "But apparently just to make sure he doesn't break out, someone is going to have to stay overnight and watch him. They want to be extra sure Sanchez doesn't break free before his big day."
"I'LL DO IT," Morty blurted out, quickly slapping a hand over his mouth. "I mean, I'll do it. I don't have shit to do."
The three shared another look. "Mort, did Rick Sanchez... try to do anything to you?" Sammy asked."You know, the fucker tried to rape us. He tried tricking us into sex and when we declined he tried to grab us."
"Must be something wrong with him," Cop 2 said, as Cop 1 nodded.
Morty was struggling to not laugh. "N-Nope. I gave him his food and stayed to watch so he didn't make a key out of his oatmeal or whatever the fuck geniuses do."
"Right, just making sure, buddy. Thanks for taking the overnight duty though. I promised my wife a date night tonight and if I change the date one more time she might hate me."
The cops all slapped Morty on the back, smiling and laughing, all while Morty was planning the riskiest, stupidest thing he's ever done in his life.
-Later that night-
Rick sighed to himself, staring at the ceiling of his cell. He thinks about Morty and hates himself more and more for it. The kid probably forgot all about what happened. He's 21, he has his whole life for sex and shit.
Just as Rick was going to self-deprecate some more, he heard knocking on the cell bars.
"Go fuck yourself," Rick snapped angrily.
"How 'bout you fuck me instead?"
Rick's eyes widened at the familiar voice, immediately perking up. "Morty? The fuck are you doing here?"
Morty's breathing quickened as he got his keys out and opened the door. "They're planning on killing you tomorrow, so, I'm breaking you out."
Rick snorted. "They can't kill me. I'm a fucking God."
Morty rolled his eyes. "I know, I'm sure you are, now hurry the fuck up."
Rick paused, standing in the doorway of his cell. He was finally getting out. "Why are you helping me?" Rick asked as Morty grabbed his hand and dragged him away.
Morty thought about that for a moment. Why was he helping Rick? Sure, he gave him a blowjob a few hours ago, but that hardly makes them friends. "I- I hate it here. I hate my parents, I hate my sister, I hate this fucking job and everyone in it. You were allegedly working on some portal gun before you were thrown in here, right? What does it do?"
They snuck past a few security guards, ducking under a table when the fat one looked over his shoulder.
"Well, It's not finished but if my math is right, which it is, I should be able to travel to different dimensions. Or, anywhere, really."
"Take me with you," Morty said. He had to slap a hand over Rick's mouth when the older man made a sound of shock. "I don't care where we go, what we do, I can't stay in this shitty place any longer or I'm going to put a fucking bullet in my head."
"I-" Rick was about to reply when the two heard a loud gasp from behind them.
Sammy.
"Mort? What- what the hell are you doing?!" Sammy exclaimed.
"Sammy? I thought you left!?"
"I left my phone... what are you doing with Sanchez?"
Morty hesitated.
Sammy furrowed his eyebrows. "Mort, come here. We can put Sanchez back and I won't even report you for breaking this murderer out..." Sammy said slowly.
Morty narrowed his eyes. He squeezed Rick's hand briefly before dropping it and walking over to Sammy.
"Good choi-" Sammy didn't get a chance to finish his sentence as Morty swung his fist as hard as he could into Sammy's face. Sammy stumbled back a bit, clearly stunned. Morty reached and snatched the gun from Sammy's gun holster and pointed it at him with a blank look in his eyes.
"Mort- what are you-"
"SHUT UP!" Morty screamed, putting his finger on the trigger. "Don't fucking call me that."
"Mort- I-"
Morty pulled the trigger. The bullet went right between Sammy's eyes. Morty watched emotionlessly as his 'friend' fell to the floor.
Rick pushed himself up and grabbed Morty's face, kissing him hard. "That was so fucking hot, Morty," Rick hissed, grabbing Morty's ass and pushing him closer.
Morty groaned, panting as Rick pulled back. "Come on," He whispered, "Let's go finish your portal gun."
The two ran past more guards, shooting five more of them who got in Morty's way. After each kill, Rick would smirk and kiss him.
When Rick led Morty back to his house, he was surprised to find that no one had moved in or torn the place down. Everything was exactly how he left it, thankfully. Rick pulled Morty into the garage and started rummaging in a drawer. "Here," Rick murmured after minutes of searching. He pulled something out but Morty couldn't see what it was, the blaring of police sirens made him snap his head toward the garage door, seeing dozens of cop cars surrounding the house.
Morty gasped and Rick growled. He was finishing this portal gun if it fucking killed him. He wasn't going to get so close only to be thrown back into prison.
Shakily, Morty pointed his gun at a group of cops who got out of the car, making Rick want to laugh. "M-Morty, you aren't going to be intimidating with that. Use this instead." Rick tossed some gray box at Morty, the latter barely catching it.
"What is this, Rick?" Morty asked as the officers backed away slightly.
"A meeseeks box," Rick answers, not looking up from what he was working on. "Hit the button a few times and tell the meeseeks to kill the cops. Simple."
Hesitantly, Morty pressed the button and a weird, blue thing popped into existence. It introduced itself in the most annoying voice Morty had ever heard in his life. "Uh... kill those cops?" Morty said.
The meeseeks nodded. "Caaaaan do!"
The thing went absolutely fucking crazy and started grabbing officers by the throats and choking them. Morty hit the button a few more times and waited for more meeseeks to come out before instructing them to kill the rest of the police.
While the meeseeks were busy, Morty went back over to Rick, who was grinning at his creation.
"You ready, Morty?" Rick asked, shooting a glowing green portal in front of them. "We can go anywhere in the world, anywhere in the universe."
"I'm ready, Rick."
Rick smiled, leaning down to kiss Morty. When Rick pulled away, Morty had a stupid grin on his face.
Morty grabbed Rick's hand as the two walked through the portal to their new lives.