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He'd never imagined that being fucked in the ass could be a thousand times more rewarding than dipping his wiener in the wet crack of some willing crush. Like, he had had his fair share of experiences thanks to Rick, being dragged along to variegated dimensions labeled with exotic names of genitalia had been the literal first step out of naiveté. And Hell, once or twice they had even fucked other people in the same room/field/car/whateverflatsurface mindless of each other.
And that kind of bonding had been almost nice, the kind of bond Morty imagined he'd have had with a best friend...in a reality where he had friends.
It started getting less comfortable and chummy when, someday, Morty became suddenly aware of Rick's grunts and moans; when they had started to override every other sound in the room. At first, Morty had dismissed the realization as a one-time happenstance. Rick had the bad habit to be loud and especially talkative during sex. However, that conviction had been short-lived. Sounds turned into full-fledged words, then strings of profanities capable of making the few baby hair on Morty's body stand up and his blood pump faster in the wrong direction.
It worsened over time. A few weeks later it had become impossible for Morty to not seek real-time footage; which meant stealing glances of bony shoulder blades flexing like wings, fingers ravenously digging and pushing into dripping, engorged cunts, and his slick, hard cock slamming repeatedly on the same spot, extolling the wildest screams from the lover in charge. In and out, in and out. It made Morty bite his lips hard, it made his imagination run riot and wish, desire, CRAVE to be in her/his place.
That growing fixation had been hard to hide from Rick. Or maybe… /maybe/ Morty wasn't hiding it at all and just trying desperately to be noticed? The "hoping for something to happen without moving a finger" was the only subject he truly seemed to excel at in and out of school, after all.
Weeks turned into seasons and Morty found himself searching for every possible excuse to recreate a situation where he and Rick could fuck in the same room. Just by fall, and after full months spent spilling bitter, frustrated cum into random holes… just to imagine Rick on and in him, did Morty finally experience what the word 'reciprocity' entailed.
Their destination had been set on a remote planetoid in the third galactic quadrant, a place that according to Rick was teeming with "horny fucks from all over" not only because it basically was a colossal rave party thrown all day every day, but because had the wildest selection of drugs like… ever. It wasn't a secret that if there was something Rick enjoyed more than trying to kill them on a hourly basis, was partying hard… and the hard part was not an option for whoever accompanied him. So, when Rick had casually mentioned his intention to take off /without Morty/ the kid had had to do double pikes of begging to convince the older kin to make room for the "annoying piece of shit" in his plans.
Just later, very much later, Morty understood why. As they set foot on the planet, a barbaric herd of pushers and random people assaulted them as if they were a shop during the Black Friday. Apparently, and Morty should have predicted it, Rick had a sort of VIP membership there. Morty was throttled around, pulled and bad touched repeatedly while his grandpa coolly stunned a couple of aliens and opened himself a path, leaving Morty behind as if he didn't exist. Like many other times, Morty found himself crawling back up on his wobbly legs, breathless and semi-naked, sputtering 'fuck yous' and 'go to hell' with the frequency of a machine gun.
"If you're going to be a drag, for Christ's sake, go back in the fucking car and stay put for three days." Was all Morty received as a 'consolation' for basically being stepped on like a rug. But he was so used to unwelcome welcomes that limping towards their accomodation was not even the reason of his moodiness. It was being treated as a kid by the only person who never treated him as one. Like, what the fuck? Was it so bad that for once he was the one willing - WILLING - to tag along? Rick was always the one DRAGGING him into potential deadly situations and more than willing, if not even happy to have Morty with him. Right?
Right?
Well, apparently not when he planned shit just for himself. He was fast to leave Morty behind when he wasn't needed. And usually Morty was SO HAPPY to be left to his own devices. Only a few months ago he would have regularly attended school to moon over Jessica… right… just... now his obsession had shifted in the worst possible direction. He followed without complains, staring at Rick's shoulders as if he could see through his lab coat.
"U-uhm so…" a tiny, forced smile curled up his mouth "we-we're going to have fun… uh?"
Rick grimaced and rolled his eyes, "d-u-h."
"Am I even, e-even allowed to do drugs?"
At that point it became sort of foregone that Morty was trying to attempt stupid small talk due to his growing stupid anxiety. Rick didn't even bother yelling at him this time.
"The only... only thing you're not allowed to do is to bust my balls with stupid questions. I'm not your parents, Morty. Have I ever been known for giving a fuck?"
"No." Morty's dejected response was followed by the rapid slump of his scrawny shoulders.
For some reason, Rick casually slowed his steps down and flanked him, Morty caught the sidelong tell-tale glance that his grandpa usually gave him before pointing out that whatever he was going to ask wasn't absolutely related to personal curiosity or worry or whatever might let on that he /cared/ in any way.
"YOU want to suddenly get high even though the same YOU would rather kill his whole family than touch a single speck of fractal dust becauseeeee…"
Morty didn't pause to think about it. The response left his mouth as if unrolled by the very Obvious "because I want." The 'you' was carefully omitted by Morty's very much chicken side.
Rick didn't seem satisfied with his response, in fact, he enigmatically quirked his brow, but added nothing else to a random "fair enough."
After all, the only way to have Rick was to do what Rick wanted… as usual.