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You sit in pitch darkness as the springs of an old, stained mattress dig uncomfortably into your thighs and you drum your fingers against the metal bars of the cot impatiently. You raise your hand to your face, pressing a button to light up the screen on your old Casio wristwatch and check the time. You smile to yourself. Any second now.
The room starts to hum, a faint glow at first and then a burning green that illuminates the room as a swirling vortex opens up on the floor beneath you. You lift your legs out of its way, crossing them neatly beneath you and grin. Anyone else would be scared, or at the very least impressed, but you just watch as a shape dripping with something that smells worse than an unwashed Blim Blam crawls out of the portal and collapses, panting, to the floor.
“Hi Rick.” You say and the shape jolts upright in surprise.
“J-Jesus fucking- Jesus fucking Christ!” The shape swears sitting up and vanishing into the darkness as the portal zips out of existence. “What on- what-what the hell is wrong with you.”
You hear an electric crackle and then the lights flicker on, flooding the garage with light. You have to swallow back a grin as you take in his appearance. He is covered, covered, in a viscous orange slime and you bite your lips closed as a giggle threatens to slip out from between them. He narrows his eyes, standing up and stalking over to you.
“Oh you think this is -bleeuggh- you think that you’re fucking f-funny, huh?” He demands, taking a hip flask out of his lab coat, letting the fabric slide over his shoulders and it slithers to the floor with a wet plop, taking the worst of the gunk with it. He wipes the flask on his shirt before taking a long draw from it, and you watch, transfixed at the way his adams apple bobs as he swallows. He collapses onto the cot next to you and you fight the blush rising in your cheeks as he meets your eyes.
“It is kind of funny.” You reply, regaining your composure, eyes shining as they trip over his narrow frame. “You stink by the way.”
“Oh, oh r-really?” He asks, turning to you, voice thick with sarcasm. “Do, I stink? And you’re w-what, surprised by that? You mess with the s-settings on my portal gun and send me to a-a shit dimension, a literal shit dimension, and -bleughh- you’re surprised that I smell like shit. You t-try… you wade through endless rivers of Gorlak excrement and see if you come out smelling of fucking roses. You’re a fucking id-id- you’re a moron.” He finishes with a growl and you shrug leaning back.
“Maybe I am.” You say, arching a brow, lips splitting into a grin. “But I’m not the one sitting here covered in Gorlak shit. And I’m not the one that lost the bet .”
“I d-didn’t lose.” He says, eyebrows furrowing in disdain as his shoves the flask into your hand, and your breath catches as his pale finger brush yours. You take a deep swig, trying to swallow down the lust that’s springs to life from just that simple touch. The liquid, if that’s even what it is, glops down your throat and you cringe at the sensation. You really hope it’s not something gross or illegal, but when it came to Rick you learned long ago that sometimes it was better just not to ask. “You cheated.”
You pout in mock outrage and you don’t miss the way his eyes drop to your lips and linger.
“It’s not cheating if there are no boundaries.” You say through a throat that’s suddenly as dry as the Sahara Desert as his eyes stay fixed on your lips. You swallow nervously and when he meets yours eyes again his are hooded and dark. You freeze as he leans over and plucks the flask from your hand, hips pressing into yours as he takes another swig. You expect him to pull back, but he stays there, his lower body pushing against yours, holding your gaze as he swallows. You can’t help the sharp intake of breath as he reaches our and tangles a long fingered hand into your hair.
“Oh, so s-so what, you’re not a fan of -bleugh- boundaries now?” He asks and you can feel the oozing of the cold slime as it seeps from his clothes to yours and you blink at him, heart in your throat. His eyes burn into yours and you can’t help but squirm as his hand drops to your arm and he drags the flask along a bare patch of skin between your jeans and your top. You let out an involuntary squeak as he drops the empty container and replaces the touch on your skin with his fingers. You can feel the heat of his skin through the slime and the growing hardness against your thigh. “This outta- out of bounds enough for you?”
“R-Rick…” you start, but he cuts you off, lips crashing against yours, and before you can even process what’s happening, a sensation grips at your stomach. You swallow as your guts twist and your eyes widen. You start to say his name but then there’s a twisting, sucking sensation, the most uncomfortable thing you’ve ever felt, as your skin ripples and the Rick in front of you starts to waver you have a moment of panic and then there’s a ripping sound and suddenly you’re somewhere else entirely.
You blink.
Rick’s still in front of you, but this Rick is clean and dry, framed by a vast expanse of sparkling black sky, an unreadable expression on his face as his finger creak around a device that he has pointed at you. In the distance you hear a low rumble of thunder, and then you turn to the side and vomit until your insides hurt and your throat burns and the alien desert beneath your feet is strewn with half digested fries, bile and a familiar orange gunk.
“What the hell-“ you cut yourself off as another wave of nausea ripples through you and you groan, both hands on your knees as you hunch over. “What the hell did you do to me?”
He belches in response, his previous expression masked by nonchalance as you twist to look at him. He tucks the device into the waistband of his pants and shrugs.
“P-probability simulator.” He says, looking behind you. “What you think I’m gonna - you th-think I’d make a bet with you without knowing the consequences?”
You stare at him, disbelief rolling through you alongside the need to vomit your guts up again. You swallow them both back and stand back up, a little unsteady.
“Are you serious?” You ask, staring at him blankly and he doesn’t miss a beat as he steps forward.
“I don’t joke about -bleughhh- gambling, kid.” He says with a shrug, taking a swig from his hip flask, and you can feel anger start to blossom in the pit of your stomach, chasing away the nausea.
“You-you-“ you try to get out but you can’t speak through the sudden rage. He rolls his eyes and then does something entirely unexpected. He grabs your hand and tugs you against him.
“So you don’t like boundaries, huh?” He asks and he’s so close to you, you can smell the alcohol on his breath. Your stomach ripples again and this time you can’t tell if it’s sickness or lust. His free hand snakes around you waist, pulling you against him.
“Rick.” The words a warning that he immediately ignores, hot mouth bypassing yours and landing on your neck. You suck in a breath as his teeth drag along the expanse of skin between your ear and your collarbone and goose pimples break out over you skin.
You shiver as his fingers dance beneath the fabric of your shirt and then…
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” You groan as the Rick in front of you starts to waver and that suction starts at your belly again. You grimace and brace, the sound of reality tearing, ripping through your ears and then just like that you’re right back where you started.
You swallow back the nausea as Rick and the desert come back into view. He’s staring at you, muted blue hair even spikier than usual as static electricity crackles through the air. His fingers are still wrapped around the device, but this time the unreadable expression’s replaced with a shit eating grin. Thunder explodes again through the sparkling black sky and you dart forward, grabbing the probability simulator from his grasp and throwing it into the sand. He doesn’t say anything, just watches as you stomp on it as hard as you can. There's a loud snap and a flash of orange and heat as the device gives way beneath your foot, then nothing. You round on him, fury blazing in your core.
“What the hell is your problem.” You growl, stepping towards him and he smiles at you lazily.
“Do you really -blearrghh- can you b-blame a guy for double checking?” He asks and that stops you in your tracks. You narrow your eyes at him.
“Double checking what?” You hiss and he grins, closing the gap between you, hand snaking around your waist for the third time, and then his lips are just millimetres from yours and you forget how to breathe. “T-This.” He growls. There’s as whir and a gurgle, a flash of bright green and then he closes the gap and your nerves explode as his lips touch yours.
You don’t even feel him pull you through the portal.