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Alone in the garage, Rick silently worked on some random invention of his. It was Monday and Morty was at school. Rick missed him.
A wire shorted out on the device he was working on and he snapped, grabbing the damn thing and slamming it to the ground, stomping on it relentlessly.
Exactly like he did to Morty.
Rick gasped, looking down at the shattered invention on the cold concrete floor.
You break everything you touch, Rick.
The man clutched his head, pain radiating throughout his skull like a migraine. He felt sick, nauseous. He grabbed the broom and dustpan, sweeping up the mess and discarding it into the trash with a sigh.
He shuffled out of the garage and grabbed himself a beer, heading into the living room where Jerry was watching TV, plopping down on the couch.
The same couch you jacked off on, thinking about your grandson, you sick piece of sh—
“Rick?”
The man blinked and turned around, facing Jerry.
“You, uh, doing okay? You’ve been sitting there for ten minutes and haven’t complained that I’m watching golf yet,” Jerry laughed nervously, “you also haven’t touched your drink and you’re looking pretty pale. Please tell me you don’t have some sort of alien disease or anything.”
Rick actually managed to laugh at that, “N-no, Jerry… no ‘alien disease’.”
“Oh, well, that’s good!” Jerry replied, turning back to watch TV again.
After a few minutes passed, Rick found himself saying, “H-how are you so accepting of w-what I’m doing to Morty, Jerry?” He isn’t even really sure why asks it.
Jerry was silent for what felt like a long time before he muted the TV, “I wouldn’t call it ‘accepting’, Rick. You just made it abundantly clear nothing any of us do could possibly stop you, so I figured that for once I’d just try to move past it,” the younger man sighed, “also… look, I know we’re not each other’s biggest fans, and I know I’m not the smartest guy around, but I still have eyes. I can see Morty isn’t afraid of you. If you were actually hurting him, he wouldn’t be acting like that. Trust me, I know.”
“That’s… that’s sh-shockingly astute of you, Jerry,” Rick responded flatly but without a hint of sarcasm in his voice, “b-but I’m not so sure about that…”
“I did what you said, you know,” Jerry said, “looked it up on the internet, I guess Morty must trust you a lot if wants you to do that sort of stuff to him. I don’t get the appeal, frankly, and it seems pretty terrifying on both ends, you know?”
Rick looked over at him, “W-w-what do you mean ‘on both ends’?”
“Well, I don’t know, I guess it makes sense being afraid to be hurt, but when I think about me doing something like that to Beth, for example, I felt sick. Even if she wanted it. I don’t get the appeal for either part, is all I’m saying. It seems scary.” Jerry shrugged.
“…yeah, I get it,” Rick stood up and took a long gulp from his flask, “w-what kind of fucked up monster wants to do that to someone else?” The man sighed and turned to walk towards his room.
“Uh, Rick, that isn’t what I meant…”
Rick didn’t respond, just slammed his door and fell back onto the cot—
The same one you happily raped Morty in, you sick piece of shit.
—and drained his flask before blacking out.
Rick’s eyes snapped open at the sound of a knock on his door.
“Rick?” Came Morty’s voice, “It- it’s time for dinner, a-are you feeling any b-better yet?”
The man sat up and rubbed his temples before freezing. ‘Yet?’
He flung open the door, his head pounding from his hangover, “W-what happened earlier, Morty? Did I s-say or do anything to you?” Rick asked, his eyebrows scrunching up with worry. Once Morty got home he would have come looking for Rick so obviously they must have interacted.
“Um…” Morty looked down and away, averting his gaze from the older man, “I g-got home from school and came to find you. D-dad mentioned you didn’t l-look so good earlier so I tried checking on you and, well, you yelled and threw your flask at me… t-telling me to— to— to ‘get my whore ass out of your room’,” Morty shuffled awkwardly in place, rubbing his arm, “y-your aim as off though and I could tell you were drunk, s-so I figured I’d let you sleep it off…”
Rick felt everything drop out from underneath him, “I- I- I— I d-di— did that to you?” The man asked with genuine hurt in his voice, tears forming in his wide eyes, emotions caught in his throat and choking him; then, just as suddenly, it all shut down, “I’m n-not hungry, g-go away, Morty.”
Morty jumped back with the sheer force that Rick slammed the door with. His lip trembled and he started to cry softly. Did he do something wrong yesterday? Everything seemed fine until this morning where Rick appeared distant, lost in thought, and barely even touched his breakfast.
The boy dried his tears and wandered to the kitchen table, mindlessly eating his dinner.
By Wednesday, Morty had enough of this shit. Rick had been holed up in his room since Monday and only ever left in the dead of night (he knew because he heard, but Rick was always back in his room by the time Morty made it downstairs).
If Morty did something wrong on Sunday, the least Rick could do was tell him! And frankly, Morty was positive he didn’t do anything wrong! Rick had seemed just fine during the aftercare part, was kind and attentive, taking excellent care of Morty as he recovered from his mild subdrop.
Morty declared he wasn’t going to school today and managed to get Jerry out of the house without much fuss, which meant it was just him and Rick alone again.
“Rick!” The boy pounded his tiny fist on the bedroom door, “I’m coming in. F-fucking suck it up, y-you old bastard, you can’t keep me away forever!”
Morty turned the doorknob and flung the door wide open, immediately met with the stench of musk and body odor caused by Rick not having left the room in days. He looked around and didn’t see the man anywhere. He sagged his shoulders; Rick must have portaled out of here to avoid him.
In the silence of the room, he heard a small noise, a little sniffle coming from Rick’s bed. Now that he was focused on it, he noticed all the random crap that Rick stored under his cot was thrown all over the floor and that the blanket on top of the cot was missing as well.
“Rick?” Morty called out in a soft voice, getting on his hands and knees to look under the bed. He saw the blanket covering something trembling against the wall, curled up into a ball. “Rick?” He asked again; the form under the cot twitched and tried to disappear into the wall.
Morty stood up and grabbed the lightweight cot, pulling it up and moving it aside. A tuft of silvery-blue hair poked out from under the ratty green blanket. Morty sighed, reaching out and putting his hand on Rick’s shoulder.
“Don’t touch me!” Rick jumped up, slapping Morty’s hand away, “G-g-get the fuck away from me, you- you stupid bitch!” The man growled and Morty distantly noted his grandfather was clad only in his tank top and underwear, patchy scruff adorning his normally clean shaven face, his eyes were red and had prominent bags darkening them, “Leave me the hell alone! I d-don’t want to see you, Morty! We- we’re done! ”
Morty clutched the fabric of his shirt, right over his heart, feeling pain from the man’s words. What was wrong with his grandpa? “Rick… j-just talk to me, Rick… Grandpa?” Rick glared down at him, shaking and tense, “M-master?”
Something inside of Rick snapped and he grabbed Morty by his shirt, yanking him forward, “Get it through your thick skull, you stupid shit!” Rick balled his fist and raised it, “I d-don’t fucking want you! I don’t g-give a sh-shit about you!” His fist shook and Morty didn’t react to the threat of being punched, “J-j-just leave me, Morty… please…” tears ran down the man’s face, “I- I’m a monster…” Rick released the boy and dropped his fist, backing away until he hit the wall; he wrapped his arms around himself and slid down the wall, sobbing, “please leave before I hurt you again…”
“You… Rick, h-have you been like this since Monday?”
The man’s lack of response spoke volumes to the boy. Morty walked closer and grabbed Rick by the arm, to which Rick responded by weakly struggling.
“P-please, Morty, just leave…” Rick whimpered.
“No. Listen to me, Rick!” Morty shoved the old man against the wall, pinning him by his arms, “Y-you’re just going to have to- to suck it up and l-let me take care of you! I d-don’t know what’s going on with you, but I know you’re hurting! S-so just shut up!”
Rick sagged in defeat, letting the boy lead him upstairs to Morty’s bedroom. Morty made him sit on the bed and then ran off. When the boy returned he was carrying a large fluffy blanket, Rick’s favorite wafer cookies, extra pillows, and water.
“It’s okay, Rick,” Morty smiled at the man, “I- I’m going to take care of you j-just like you take care of me.”
The boy arranged everything to make them both comfortable then closed the curtains in his room so it wouldn’t be so bright. He grabbed his laptop, “D-do you want to watch a movie or anything, Rick?”
The man shook his head ‘no’ so Morty put the device away and crawled into bed with his grandfather, leaning back against the pillows and holding his arms open. Rick got the hint and laid his head on Morty’s thin chest, wrapping his arms around his waist.
“C-come on, Rick,” Morty fished out a wafer and handed it to the man, “eat a little f-for me, okay?”
Rick nodded and started nibbling on the cookie halfheartedly. Morty stroked his hair gently and placed a kiss to his forehead. Once Rick finished the cookie, Morty held up a bottle of water to him.
“You need water, Rick, p-please drink.”
He let Morty put the bottle to his lips and the cool liquid felt wonderful on his tongue and throat, leading him to greedily chug it all down, the water running out of the sides of his mouth and dripping onto Morty’s shirt.
When the bottle was empty, Morty tossed it away, “Better?”
Rick nodded against his chest.
“T-tell me what- what’s wrong, Rick,” Morty said quietly, stroking the man’s patchy beard, “I love you and I want to help you.”
“I…” the man croaked out, “I’m a piece of shit, M-morty… I’m hurting you. I took it w-way too far! I- I’m so sorry, Morty!” The man wailed, burying his face into Morty’s chest, sobbing, “I d-don’t fucking deserve this— you, b-being s-s-so kind to me!”
“Shh,” Morty nuzzled the top of Rick’s head, “I love what you do to me, Rick. If- if you were taking it too far, I would have used my safeword, I promise. You…” he sighed, “y-you take such great care of me, Rick, y-you always put my needs above your own, you know? Maybe even too much sometimes. Constantly m-making sure that I’m okay. I’m not hurt and I love our playtime! You’re a g-great Dom, Rick, a real- really wonderful Master,” Morty put his hands on Rick’s face, tilting it upward so they were looking into each other’s eyes, “you deserve kindness, Rick. You deserve love a-and you have mine. I’m not leaving your side until you get through this, b-because I love you.”
Tears streamed down Rick’s face, staring at Morty in shock, “I love you, Morty… p-please… please, sh-show me…”
Morty smiled at him and encouraged Rick to lay on his back, then Morty slipped off the man’s tank top and boxers before removing his own clothing. The boy put his hands on Rick’s arms and placed them so his hands were laying next to his head. Morty placed his hands on Rick’s face, running his hands down his neck and shoulders, then arms, traveling back to his chest again before leaning down to place a chaste kiss to the man’s lips.
“You trust me?” Morty asked.
“Yes,” Rick said with no hesitation, looking deep into Morty’s eyes, “of course, I t-trust you.”
Morty trailed kisses along Rick’s jaw and neck, making the man moan. The boy kissed down Rick’s chest and stroked his hands along the man’s sides, loving and petting his beloved grandfather over every inch of skin he could reach, leaving the older man panting and moaning.
“Turn over onto y-your stomach, Grandpa,” he kissed the man’s cheek softly, “please?”
Rick nodded and flipped over, keeping his hands next to his head. He gasped sharply when Morty kissed his bald spot, kissing every exposed part of his scalp while his fingers scratched and massaged through his hair.
“You’re okay, Grandpa,” Morty said in between kisses, “I’ll m-make you feel good.” He ran his hands down Rick’s back and kissed down his neck, placing little love bites on his grandfather.
Rick mewled when Morty kissed and nipped at the point where his neck and back met along his protruding spine, right where he had a slight hump in his back. Morty paused, noting the reaction and focused on that spot, licking, kissing, and nibbling at that particular point on Rick’s spine. It had the man panting and squirming under the boy.
“W-what a weird spot t-to be so sensitive, Grandpa~” Morty teased playfully, quite enjoying how he discovered one of Rick’s pleasure spots. He looked down at his handiwork, a prominent hickey, surrounded by littler ones, and various imprints of his teeth adorned the small hump on Rick’s spine.
“Sh-shut up, M-morty…” Rick mumbled back, his cheeks bright red.
“Can’t help it,” the boy giggled softly, “I’ve g-got the cutest grandpa in the universe and it’s so rare that I get to learn these little things about you, Rick,” Morty placed a finger on the spot and slowly trailed his finger down Rick’s spine, making the man shiver, then he laid on the man’s back, whispering in his ear, “I w-want to learn even more about your body, to see h-how much cuter you can get~”
Rick let out an undignified squeak and whipped his head around, wide-eyed and his entire face bright red, “C-c-cute!? C-come on, I’m n-not cute, Morty!” The man immediately buried his head underneath the pillows to hide his expression.
Morty blushed at Rick’s reaction. So cute.
He pulled the pillow away, “Yes you are, stupid,” the boy huffed, “you’re the cutest, most handsome, smartest, caring, crazy old bastard I’ve e-ever seen and I love you. Now shut up and take the compliment.”
Morty continued to kiss down Rick’s spine while stroking his sides, before coming to a stop at his ass. The boy licked his lips and began gently kneading Rick’s ass, peppering kisses on each cheek before spreading the man’s cheeks apart and licking a stripe on the crease, over Rick’s hole.
Rick grabbed onto the pillow tightly and arched up with a yelp, not expecting Morty to do something like that, “M-m-m-morty! Y-y-you don’t n-need to do that! I- I haven’t bathed in d-days…”
“I told you I was going to make you feel good, Grandpa. M-maybe I want to eat my old man out, y-y-you ever think of that? Please stick your ass up, I’d l-like to f-feel your gorgeous giant cock in my tiny little hand too, Grandpa~”
Rick blushed and buried his face into the pillow again, the boy’s words getting him more and more flustered. It was odd, feeling embarrassed by praise. He lifted up his hips and kept his face buried in the pillows.
Morty gasped, “So beautiful, m-my wonderful Master…”
Rick’s eyes went wide with realization. Morty wasn’t just praising him, he was worshiping him. He groaned low and deep as Morty swirled his tongue around the opening, sinking his small tongue into the loose hole easily. Morty blindly reached for Rick’s cock, finding it half hard, and stroking it firmly, earning a lewd moan from his grandfather.
“F-fuck yeah, baby,” the man rocked back into Morty’s mouth gently and forward into his small, soft, hand, “th-that’s it, e-eat out Grandpa’s ass,” the man bit his lip as Morty wiggled his tongue in deeper, stroking his cock faster and rubbing the sensitive glands on the head, “yeah, y-you worship e-every inch of your god, sweetie, sh-show Grandpa how you love every part of his body, even the filthy parts… goddamn, s-so good…”
Morty grinned and pulled away briefly, “Y-you’re my god, Rick, no part of you is filthy. Every part of you is p-perfect, beautiful.” The boy dove back into the crevice of Rick’s ass and continued to stroke him.
Rick whimpered with pleasure, “Goddamn, Morty,” the man rocked his hips back faster, loving the way Morty’s tongue was making him come unraveled at the seams, his cock leaking like crazy onto the sheets below. He grabbed onto the headboard and arched his back as he moaned, “fuck, baby, I’m s-so fucking close! Don’t stop! Shit! Fuck me with your tongue, sweetie. Th-thrust it in and out— YES! Like that! Motherfucker, yes!”
Morty overworked his tongue by doing what Rick asked, moving his tongue in and out of the man’s hole rapidly. The entire bed shook as Rick trembled from the sheer pleasure and he threw his head back in a silent scream as he came in thick spurts on the bed sheets, continuing to rock back against Morty’s mouth even after every drop of his climax was drained from his sac.
Slumping his front down to the bed, Rick panted, coming down from his intense orgasm, “Holy shit, Morty…” Rick let out a laugh, “th-that was— I haven’t been eaten out in ages a-and that f-felt so amazing…”
The boy pulled away from Rick’s ass and quickly wiped his arm across his tongue before Rick noticed. That definitely was not a pleasant taste, but it was so worth it for his grandfather’s pleasure. He put a hand on Rick’s hip and gently pushed him to his side, encouraging him to roll onto his back before crawling up towards the pillows and settling behind the man so Rick was leaning against him.
“What about you, baby?” Rick asked, “I c-can feel your boner on my back.” He chuckled softly.
Honestly, Morty hadn’t even noticed he had one, “It’s fine, th-this was all about you, Rick. It’ll go away…”
The man sighed, “Alright, if you insist… thanks for this, Morty, I f-feel better now, really. And I’m— I’m so sorry for what I said to you and throwing things at you. I sh-shouldn’t have done that and I can’t apologize enough for it.”
“Hey now, d-don’t fall back into your funk again, Rick,” Morty pressed a kiss to the man’s bald spot, “I mean, yeah, you shouldn’t have done that but I forgive you. I know it was mostly the alcohol t-talking anyway.” He wrapped his arms across Rick’s chest and rested his cheek against the man’s soft hair. “Will you tell me what happened to make you feel like that?”
Rick leaned his head back with a sigh, “Do you remember w-when I told you about subdrop? Now that I’m thinking m-more clearly, I’m certain I’ve been going through domdrop these past few days. P-pretty fucking bad too, I’ve n-never gone through it before, j-just heard about it.”
“D-domdrop, huh?” Morty felt guilt pool in his belly, “I’m s-sorry, I should have noticed.”
“Guess that makes us even now, huh?” Rick chuckled, “That time you first went through it, I didn’t realize it either.”
“Rick… why didn’t you tell me how you were feeling?”
“Guilt. I felt like shit f-for what I did to you, Morty, and I— I just don’t want you to have to shoulder that w-when I’m the one who’s supposed to be taking care of you. Th-that’s how it’s supposed to go, you submit to m-my authority and I take complete responsibility f-for you, Morty…” Rick threw an arm across his eyes as tears started to fall, “a-and I couldn’t e-even do that properly,” the man hiccuped as he sobbed, “here I am, c-crying like a little bitch! How can I take care of you, b-be responsible for you, when I’m like this?! I- I’m fucking weak, Morty!”
Morty held the larger man close, nuzzling against his hair, while he reached up and removed Rick’s arm from over his eyes, “Rick, l-listen to me, I think part of taking ‘complete responsibility’ for me involves l-letting me take care of you too, you know? Otherwise you’ll get like this, I mean, y-you can’t really take care of me if you’re hurting like this.” The boy sighed, hearing the man sniffle slightly, “Besides, you have feelings and emotions the same as I do, Rick. Y-you being my Master doesn’t mean you’re not allowed to feel or l-let those feelings affect you. You’re not weak, Rick, y-you’re strong, the strongest man I’ve ever known. If it makes you feel any better to think of it like this, then just see this as another way for me to serve you, okay?”
Rick let out a small laugh, “Ha, yeah… you’re right,” the man turned and tilted his head up at the boy, “okay, you win. Take care of me, Morty. I… I need you.”
Morty let out a small gasp at Rick’s vulnerable expression, his pale blue eyes wet and shiny with falling tears, “O-of course, Master, whatever you need, I’m here.”
The man relaxed into the boy’s embrace, turning to his side to snuggle against Morty’s thin chest, “Hand me another wafer, sweetie,” Rick said, “I’m f-fucking starving.”
Morty smiled down at his grandfather and handed him another cookie, watching as Rick happily devoured the whole thing.
The pair stayed wrapped up in each other’s embrace well into the afternoon when Rick had an idea, “Morty,” the man pushed himself up, “y-your Master is exhausted, so you’re going to- to bathe me.”
The boy’s face went red, “Y-y-yes, of course, Master. It—“ Morty swallowed the lump in his throat, “i-it would be m-my pleasure, Master.”
Rick led the boy to the upstairs bathroom and filled the tub before sinking into the water, groaning as the warm water soothed the aches and pains in his old body.
“Grab a washcloth and my soap, Morty,” Rick ordered and the boy was quick to obey, sinking the cloth into the water and sudsing it up with the soap then began wiping down every part of the man’s body. Rick moaned as Morty scrubbed all the sweat and grime clean from his body, leaning his head back against the tub for Morty to run the cloth over his neck, “yeah, g-get me nice and clean, baby boy.”
Rick let his mind wander into nothingness, letting his body relax into Morty’s gentle touch. The boy traveled lower, across Rick’s abdomen, and smiled, “You really do h-have a beautiful body, Master…” Morty said softly.
The man chuckled, “Damn, kid, calling me things like ‘handsome’, ‘cute’, and ‘beautiful’? I know I’m a goddamn stud and have a bombastic penis, b-but come on, I’m old, e-every part of me is all saggy and I’ve got liver spots, I know for a fact I’ve got that damn ‘old person smell’ no matter how much I try to get rid of it. S-sure, I’m a silver fox,” Rick said with a smug grin, “I’m sexy as shit, handsome even, but cute or beautiful? Nah.”
Morty gave a heavy sigh, resting his arms on the side of the tub, “Rick, I love every saggy inch of your wrinkly old skin, y-your liver spots, and h-how that ‘old person smell’ of yours mixes with your soap.” He took the man’s face in his hands, “Every scar, the bags under your eyes, how your teeth are kind of yellow, the way your spine sticks out a little, and y-your bald spot too. It- it’s all beautiful to me. And the way you blush is fucking cute, s-same for when you t-try to hide it,” Morty laughed, “k-kind of like now.”
Sure enough, Rick was covering his blushing face with his hand, “Y-y-you little sh-shit…!”
“Yeah, and you love it,” Morty snorted, “I- I’ll worship your stupid old ass h-however I want. You- you’re my Master and, you know, s-sometimes I think serving you best means l-letting you know when you’re being too down on yourself or things like that,” the boy shrugged, “I- I love you, Rick. You’re my Grandpa and m-my Master, I don’t like hearing you talk down about yourself. Being old doesn’t make you any less beautiful or cute, Rick.”
Rick blinked once. Twice. Slowly processing Morty’s words; the boy somehow always managed to find a way to surprise him. He felt a warmth spread out from deep within his core, a loving smile forming on his face, “Okay. For you, Morty, I’ll do my best. To be the best Master for you,” Rick placed his hands on the sides of Morty’s face and pressed the foreheads together, “I’ll trust you to look out for me and will listen to you from now on. If- if you say I’m b-beautiful and,” he sighed, face flushing again but he resisted the impulse to hide it, “cute, then th-that’s how it is. I believe you. Thank you for the compliment, Morty, I- I’m so grateful to have such a caring slave, and grandson, like you.”
“Oh, Master!” Morty threw his arms around the man’s neck and kissed him deeply, letting the man pull him into the tub, “Thank you. You’re such a good Master, I love you so much!”
Rick pulled his grandson in for a tight hug, “Thanks f-for bringing me back, Morty,” he kissed Morty’s temple softly, “I’m proud of you. N-now, how about you finish cleaning me up before the water goes cold?”
Morty giggled, “Of course, Master.”
And so Morty did exactly that, happy that his Master was back to normal again and excited to see how their love and relationship would grow even more.