Work Text:
Morty trudged downstairs into the kitchen for breakfast, taking a long sip of orange juice straight from the cartoon. "Morty, get a glass," Jerry commented, not even sparing Morty a glance as he tapped away on his tablet.
Morty took another sip from the cartoon before placing the orange juice back down. Jerry obviously wasn't paying attention anymore, since he didn't comment on the blatant disregard of his comment.
Beth was cooking something on the stove, her back facing Morty. "Morning, mom," Morty said, making Beth turn her head around for a moment before turning back to the stove.
"Oh, Morty, thank goodness you're here. I'm a little busy right now so could you put the clothes in the washing machine for me? Since your father is apparently too busy to help around the house," Beth snapped, venom lacing her tone.
Jerry frowned. "Laundry is a chore, meaning that it's the children's job."
Beth seethed and was about to reply when she remembered Morty was still in the room. She was trying to put in a little effort to not fight with Jerry around Morty. She noticed her son didn't take this sort of thing well. "Morty, the laundry is in the basket, all you have to do is put it in and start the machine." Morty nodded, muttering a quick 'okay' before running off to the garage.
Letting out a small sigh of relief when he saw that no one was in the garage, Morty started putting the clothes into the machine.
At the bottom of the basket, something made Morty freeze. A pair of dark blue boxers. Morty's breath hitched as he stared at them. He knew they weren't his or Jerry's, so there was only one other person it could be. Morty bit his lip, unsure of what to do now. He could pick up the underwear and throw them in the wash, or he could be weird and borrow them for a few minutes.
Morty thought that answer was pretty obvious.
Taking a long look around him, making sure there was one hundred percent no one else in the room, Morty shoved the boxers in his pocket. He had to push it down a bit before it stayed and didn't make a noticeable lump in his side.
The thought that his grandfather's underwear were in his pocket made Morty shiver. Morty knew what he was doing was wrong. He knew that this was such a fucked up thing to do. But he also knew that he's done worse things than jack off to his grandfather's used underwear. He's killed dozens of innocent cat humanoids on that purge planet. He's murdered the country's best lines of defense because of a crystal. He dug his own fucking grave then buried a version of himself. How wrong could being a stupid, horny teenage boy be compared to all that shit? Besides, Rick won't notice one little pair of boxers missing.
Rushing out of the garage, Morty realized he had completely forgotten about the breakfast that Beth was making. Seeing Rick, Summer, Jerry, and Beth all staring at him with weird looks on their faces, made Morty's palms sweat. Morty repeated 'they don't know' like a mantra in his head as his breathing started to quicken.
"Morty? Are you not coming to sit down for breakfast?" Beth asked, indicating to the vacant seat beside Rick, where a plate of pancakes were. Morty swallowed, chuckling nervously.
"Uh- I- I'm not re-really that hungry, mom." Beth frowned and nodded, Summer and Jerry went back to their devices, but Rick's gaze was still locked on Morty, eyeing him suspiciously.
Morty felt like he was shrinking under Rick's intense glare. Morty bit his lip before running to his room, hearing Rick's fading voice as he asked Beth what Morty was doing in the garage.
Once he was safely back in his room, Morty quickly dropped his pants to the ground, taking out the underwear. Smiling like a kid being handed the keys to Disney World, Morty anxiously brought Rick's underwear to his face, taking a long breath through his nose. Goosebumps formed all the way down his arms as Morty moaned softly into the blue fabric.
The smell was addicting, making Morty want crave more. It just smelt so- so Rick and it had Morty trembling as he rubbed himself through his own underwear. "Ooh, Rick..." Morty whispered, slipping a hand in his boxers and teasing his dripping head.
Morty moved down so that he was laying on his back, kicking his boxers off. Stroking his now free length, Morty brought back Rick's underwear to his face, taking long, deep breaths. Morty imagined Rick leaning over him, whispering all the filthy things he wanted to do to Morty in his ear. He imagined that his hand was Rick's and that it was Rick who was jerking him off.
The imagery of his grandfather stroking him mixed with Ricks' scent was enough to bring Morty closer and closer to the edge. Morty nervously darted his tongue out, licking a small stripe on the boxers. A strangled cry pulled itself from Morty's mouth as the brunette stuffed a portion of the underwear in his mouth to stifle his moans. Tears were pooling in his eyes as drool dripped down his chin and onto the boxers, darkening the fabric.
Morty fisted his cock in earnest now, feeling his release drawing very close.
Morty whimpered softly as he pulled his hand away from his cock. He didn't want to cum yet. Morty still wanted to try something. Reaching down under his bed, Morty grabbed the small bottle of lube he's been saving for a special day.
Mixing it in the palm of his hand, Morty snuck his hand down to his ass, using the tip of his middle finger to draw small circles over his hole. "O-oh...!" Morty whispered, biting his bottom lip in pleasure. He continued to tease his hole for a little longer, before slowly sticking his middle finger in, up to his knuckle.
Morty gripped the underwear tightly, shoving them in his face again when he moaned a little too loudly. Morty felt a slight burn at the intrusion of his finger, moaning louder into the blue fabric. He's never fingered himself before and it felt fucking amazing.
Feeling the tip of his small finger brushing his walls made Morty's aching dick twitch. God, how he wished he had Rick with him. How he wished it was Rick's finger inside of him, getting him closer and closer to his much-needed orgasm. 'You're so close, aren't you? Slut.' Morty imagined Rick would say, as he entered another lubed finger into his ass. 'You're going to cum all over yourself like a good boy for Grandpa, right, baby?'
Morty whimpered, arching his back off the bed. His fingers brushed over his prostate, making Morty gasp softly. Morty's eyes began to water as he dragged his two fingers along his prostate, making little circles along the sensitive bundle of nerves. The smell of Rick lingering around him and the stimulation from his fingers made the tears fall down Mroty's cheeks.
Morty could almost imagine that Rick was actually here, fingering him open for his big cock. Taking one last long, shaky breath, Morty took the boxers off his face and brought them down to his dripping cock. Wrapping his fist and the fabric around his cock, Morty began to slowly pump his hand up and down, biting his lip to stifle the already loud noises. Morty didn't know why he was trying to be quiet at this point. If anyone even walked past his door they could surely hear that something was going on.
The feeling of the soft fabric on his cock sent a pleasured jolt down Morty's spine. His breath was ragged and his heart was pounding in his chest. God- these were Rick's boxers. He was getting off to imagining Rick, his grandfather, fingering him. Morty was one hundred percent going to hell, but it would all be worth it for the mind-blowing orgasm that was surely coming very soon.
A low groan forced itself from Morty's lips, followed by a breathy sigh as Morty slipped a third finger inside of himself. Morty closed his eyes as he envisioned Rick leaning over him, his grandfather's dick pressed against his ass. Morty wished more than anything right now for Rick to just-- just burst in his room right now and fuck him into the mattress.
"O-Oh- Please- Rick..." Morty whispered, whimpering softly at the fabric brushing his cock. Oh God, he needed to come.
Morty could feel his release drawing near. His shoulders tensed as a warm feeling erupted in his stomach. He was right there. Right-
Morty's heart dropped as his bedroom door was roughly swung open, banging against the wall. Morty let out an embarrassing scream, pulling the fingers out of himself and throwing his covers quickly over his sweaty, naked body. Rick barged into the room, taking a seat on the edge of Morty's bed, sipping from his flask. "Rick! J-Jesus Christ! What- what are you doing in here?" Morty exclaimed irritatedly. His orgasm quickly fleeted, leaving Morty still horny and pissed-off.
"I want to- to knoOURGHw what you took," Rick stated simply glancing down at Morty with a weird look in his eyes.
"W-what?" Morty asked, feeling a horrible nervousness in his gut. Rick couldn't possibly know about the boxers? Could he?
"Morty," Rick repeated, turning his head so they were staring at each other. "I just want to know if you took something from the garage. You looked- you looked fuUUGRHcking suspicious as h-h-hell when you walked out of there. So out with it. Did you take my portal gun? The memory eraser? A meeseeks box?" Morty relaxed just slightly at hearing that Rick didn't know what he took.
When Morty didn't respond, Rick groaned. "Fuck. Okay. You aren't- aren't going to talk?" Morty looked down at the blanket over his body. Slowly, he began to drag the boxers over his cock, softly fucking his fist again.
Holy shit.
This was so filthy. Jerking off, thinking about his grandfather while Rick was at least two feet away from him.
"Fine. Don't tell me what you took," Rick shrugged, leaving out the part about him just checking the garage cameras later. "Anyway, Mort- MoOORGHrty, I need you for something."
Morty's mind cut out the 'for something' and just processed the 'I need you' of what Rick said. His face flushed red as he stroked his cock faster, the idea that Rick could rip the covers off right now and see what Morty was up to only made him harder.
"I- I ran out of this great- great drug, Morty. It gets- makes you feel higher than all the weed and shit I con-consume daily. I need m-more so we- we gotta go get some. I noticed- noticed you skipped breakfast so we can probably go eat out somewhere if- if you want."
Morty muttered something that vaguely resembled a yes, barely even paying attention to a word Rick said. Though, he heard the words 'eat' and 'out,' which did nothing but give Morty more material to work with. Morty bit his lip, clenching the fabric around his cock.
Morty's eyes followed the movement as Rick placed his hand on the bed, a few inches away from his body. Staring at his hand for a moment, Morty's breath hitched, visualizing all the horrible, perverted fantasies he would never be able to make into reality.
Morty was getting close again, trailing his hand down from his aching, red member to lightly trace around his balls. Exhaling a shaky breath, Morty rolled his balls around in his hand, teasing them.
"I- I need you to come with me, Morty. I- I need someone to stand guard and shoot at people. Possibly taking some hits aimed at me. 'Kay, Morty? I need these drugs so- so can you take the shots, Morty? Can you take it"
Morty's cock twitched. Why was Rick being so- so sexual with his words? 'Can you take it?' Morty shivered, goosebumps trailing down his arms. bring his hand back to his cock, Morty bit back a moan. He was so close again.
The soft fabric was brushing every little spot on his cock.
All he could feel right now was overwhelming pleasure.
He was right- right fucking there.
"Come on, Morty. I- We gotta get the shit now. I need to get my fucking high, Morty. Come on." Rick rushed off the bed, standing in the doorframe.
Rolling his eyes when Morty stayed on his bed, staring at the ceiling with a red face, Rick frowned. "Morty- Did- did you hear nothing? We need to get going. Come, Morty. Now."
Morty's eyes snapped open, expanding to the size of dinner plates as he cried out loudly, coming all over Rick's boxers. His arms buckled from keeping himself up this long, falling flat on his back. Panting heavily, Morty's face drained off all color, remembering that he wasn't alone in the room.
Nervously, Morty glanced over at Rick, who was staring at him with a confused expression that slowly morphed into one of understanding. Slowly, Rick walked back over to the bed and pulled the covers off of Morty, unable to take his eyes off of his grandson's red, exposed body. Despite his brain telling him to not look anywhere else, Rick's eyes trailed down Morty's body, gawking at his come-stained boxers wrapped around Morty's cock.
Rick almost said 'You know those are Jerry's' to fuck with Morty, but he could tell that Morty was humiliated enough right now. Also he couldn't exactly form proper sentences right now.
"Are- are those my-" Rick trailed off, unable to finish his sentence. This was almost too much to process, even for Rick Sanchez. Morty blushes, his entire face turning a deep red.
"This- It's- It's not what it looks like!" Morty exclaims, sitting up and digging his nails into his palms as he feels his dick hardening again.
"R-really? So you weren't jerking it with my boxers while I was talk- Jesus fucking Christ, are you getting hard again?" Morty stares down at his bedsheets in embarrassment. Though he desperately tried to think of anything else, the thought of Rick catching him in his disgusting act made Morty even harder.
Tears well up in Morty's eyes as he looks anywhere that's not Rick, but Rick wasn't having that. Lifting up Morty's chin with his middle and index finger, Rick glares and says, "Oh, no. You don't get to- to pull this shit and not be able to look me in the eyes." He snapped, his glare softening at the look of fear and humiliation in Morty's eyes and the tears that were threatening to slip out at any moment.
"I- I'm sorry..." Morty said, barely above a whisper. Rick took a deep breath, lowering Morty's face and taking a seat next to the boy on the bed.
"Morty, this- this is so fucked up," Rick said, putting his hand on his forehead. Morty scooted closer to Rick, making their legs touch. Contact that Rick was all too aware of.
"Don't grow a conscience now, Rick," Morty half-heartedly joked, smiling slightly as he wiped the tears out of his eyes.
Rick chuckled dryly. "Your parents are going to be pissed."
"They won't find out."
"Summer will hate us."
"Trust me, she won't care."
"I can end up in jail."
"You can break out of earth jail in, like, five minutes."
Rick sighed, not doing anything as Morty slid himself on top of Rick's lap. "We can't do this, Morty," Rick warned, still not doing a thing as Morty's hands roamed his body.
"I know." Morty rolled his hips slowly against Rick's lap, gasping softly at the feeling of Rick's growing member on his ass. "O-Oh- God. You- You're hard too-"
Rick refused to move his hands, instead, he clutched at the sheets on Morty's bed so hard his knuckles turned white. He'd just have to wait this one out. Let Morty use his body to get off and wipe his memory later.
A high-pitched moan made Rick freeze, digging his nails so far into the sheets he was surprised he hadn't already broken a hole into the cheap fabric. Scowling, Rick slapped his hand over Morty's mouth. "M-Morty. Shut- Shut the fuck up. Your p-parents are downstairs." Rick hissed, yanking his hand away when Morty licked a small stripe across his palm.
"Why- why don't you shut me up, Grandpa?" Morty replied, continuing his slow grinding, biting his bottom lip.
"I- You- What?" Rick hissed dumbly, almost in disbelief at how he, the smartest man in the fucking universe, could be so- so confused and moronic that he can't even form basic sentences.
"I mean," Morty began, talking slowly as if he was talking to a five-year-old, "I want to suck your dick." Rick groaned, burying his face in his hands. In this one moment, Rick was almost certain there was a God, and that he was fucking with him.
"Please, Grandpa. I- I really want to. I'll- I'll be quiet, I swear!" Morty begged, lowering himself onto his knees in front of his grandfather, looking up at him with innocent eyes.
"Morty, no," Rick said, trying to be stern, but the waver in his voice made Morty smirk. He was this close to his prize. He could almost taste it.
"Please, grandpa Rick. I- I promise I'll do a- a good job. I've been- I've been practicing," Morty smiled teasingly, loving the way Rick looked down at him with lust shimmering in his eyes. "Practicing?" Rick echoed dumbly, the mental image of Morty fucking his throat with a dildo that didn't even compare to Rick's size sending shivers down his spine and the blood straight to his dick.
"I want this, Rick. God- I- I want this so bad," Morty whimpered, pushing his head against Rick's crotch, feeling the outline of Rick's hard cock against his cheek. "It's so big..." Murty muttered to no one in particular, tugging on Rick's pant leg.
"This isn't right," Rick said, wrinkling his nose. Morty's face fell before lighting back up when Rick slowly pulled down his pants, throwing them off to the corner or Morty's room.
Moving forward so that he was on the edge of Morty's bed, Rick fisted his hands in Morty's brown curls, pushing his head closer. "You- you want to keep these ones too for your next jerk-off sesh?" Rick teased, making Morty's cheeks turn a light red.
Lifting his head up slightly, Morty took a deep breath, letting out a low moan. The real thing smelled even better, making the boxers he had previously been using seem so weak in comparison. "Damn," Rick snorted. "You reeeeally like how I smell, don't you?"
Morty hummed, giving small kitten licks to Rick's clothed boxers, occasionally taking long, deep breaths around Rick's cock and balls. Morty slowly pulled down Rick's underwear, staring lustfully at Rick's hard dick. "O-oh! It's so big, grandpa..." Morty moaned, dragging his tongue across the slit, tasting the precum dripping from it.
"Y-Yeah, it is, baby," Rick muttered, barely registering the nickname in his mind. "Still want this inside of you?"
Morty's eyes went wide, teeth digging into his bottom lip. "Yes. Yes- fuck yes-"
Rick hesitated one last time, pulling Morty up by his hair so they were looking at each other. "Morty. There is no going back right now. The minute you put those small little lips around my cock, I'm going to lose my fucking control. Do you understand?" Morty frantically nodded, staring at Rick with a pleading, greedy look in his eyes. Rick pushed Morty's face back down roughly, just above his cock.
"You know what to do, baby," Rick smirked right as Morty took the tip into his mouth. Rick let out a pent-up sigh, finally relieved to have Morty's hot mouth around his cock, still aware that this was seriously fucked up and wrong. Pushing those thoughts down, Rick decided he'd deal with the eventual repercussions of his actions tomorrow when he gets himself drunk and high off those alien drugs he and Morty still had to get.
Morty sucked on the tip, taking Rick's length down inch by inch. Morty licked the underside of Rick's cock, taking it slowly. This was his first time with a real cock and that stupid toy he bought looked like a twig compared to the real thing.
Tired of the slow pace Morty set for them, Rick gripped Morty's curls tighter, pushing his face down all the way on his dick, letting out breathy moans as he felt Morty's throat squeeze around him. Spit drooled down Morty's chin, falling onto his yellow t-shirt. Rick moaned loudly, slapping a hand over his mouth. The sight of Morty's lips wrapped around every inch of his cock and his shocked, horny expression almost made him cum.
Morty attempted to keep sucking, but Rick was too big, making it impossible to even breathe. His throat squeezed Rick's cock, sending vibrations that made Rick see stars every time Morty moaned or tried to voice his lack of oxygen. Tears fell from Morty's eyes, down his flushed cheeks, making Rick gasp lowly. "Oo-h- Mort- Morty- Baby- Christ, you- you look so good like this- cho-choking on my biiiig cock-" Rick praised, gripping Morty's hair a little tighter, pushing him down to that Morty's nose was resting at the base of his dick.
Panting softly, Rick pulled Morty back up, leaving the boy a coughing, sputtering mess. Morty took deep gulps of air, rubbing the outside of his abused throat. "Fuuuuck... that's such a good boy, Morty..." Rick groaned, slowly stroking his cock at the sight of Morty's red face and annoyed expression. "Come on, baby. You think you can take it all down again? Want me to cum right down your throat, baby?
Morty's face flushed a deep red, still glaring weakly at Rick, licking his red, swollen lips. "I- I want it... inside of m-me-" Morty rasped, wiping the drool from his chin and the tears off his cheeks. "P-Please, Rick- Grandpa- I- I need you to come inside of me- I need- I need to feel it- please-" Morty's rambling pleas were cut short as Rick leaned down to kiss the younger boy, groaning at the taste of himself in Morty's mouth.
"Anything for you, baby boy."
Rick got up from where he was sitting and picked Morty up, throwing him carelessly on his bed. Morty keened at the rough treatment. Rick glanced at the floor, picking up a half-empty bottle of lube. "You've been busy," Rick commented, smirking at the embarrassed blush coming onto Morty's cheeks as the boy ripped off all of his clothes, leaving himself naked and exposed in front of his grandfather.
"I-I fingered myself before you came in. I was- I was k-kinda hoping you'd come in..." Morty confessed, lying on his back, exposing his stretched-out hole.
Rick just chuckled. "You think that's stretched enough for my dick, Morty? I'm almost hurt by that." Morty cried out, pushing his ass up.
"I- I don't care! I need it in me now, Rick. I can't wait any- any fucking longer!" Morty exclaimed, throwing his head back and missing the way Rick's eyes darkened.
"Fine," Rick said, shrugging off his lab coat, and pulling his blue shirt over his head, hoping his voice didn't give away how hard he was trying to keep himself from fucking Morty into the mattress like a cheap whore. It was the kids' (presumably) first time, Rick wanted to be a little gentle.
Pouring a generous amount of lube on his dick, Rick carefully lined himself up with Morty's eager hole. Rick could hear Morty's soft repetition of 'come on,' as he slowly slid himself into the warm hole of his grandson.
Morty's mouth fell open, his eyes going wide. Morty cried out, the burning feeling of his ass being stretched made his weeping dick jump. "Fuck-" Rick hissed, groaning as he slowly pushed himself into the tight heat of his grandson's ass. "You- Shit- You're so fucking- fucking tight-" Rick choked out, staring at Morty's blushing, sweating face below him.
Morty writhed underneath him, letting out soft pleas for Rick to go faster. "Rick- Pleeeease- Jesus Christ- Faster- Faster, please-!" Morty screamed, tears sliding down his cheeks onto the bed. Lifting up the boxers he was wearing before, Rick forcefully shoved them in Morty's mouth, groaning at the way Morty's muffled moans became louder and the drool falling down his chin.
"You- You gotta keep quiet, sweetheart. We do- don't want the f-family to hear us-" Rick mumbled, struggling to keep his own moans down as he bit his lip hard. "God- you take it so well, baby..." Rick whispered, reveling at the sight of a pleasured, blissed-out Morty, fully burying every inch of himself into his grandson. Morty cried out around the makeshift gag, inhaling heavily at the smell of Rick all around him.
"Fuuuck, baby boy. How- how long have you been thinking about this? About me?" Rick asked, thrusting into Morty roughly, taking his spit-soaked underwear out from Morty's lips.
"Since- Since you came back h-home-..." Morty admitted. "I- I thought you were hot, and- and I- Oooh - wanted you so- so fucking ba-ad..." Morty moaned, scraping the sides of his bed.
Morty let out another pleasured scream when Rick slammed straight into his prostate, making Rick shove his boxers back in Morty's mouth. "Sorry, baby. I- I love hearing- hearing your voice, but we can't be too loud. T-trust- trust me, one day I'll bring you someplace- someplace deserted so you- you can be as loud as you want, sweetheart," Rick promised, smiling softly at the hopeful look in Morty's eyes.
Morty moaned around the gag in his mouth, hoping he could convey his desire for Rick to go harder without words. Morty pushed his ass on Rick's dick hurriedly, reaching one hand over to his dripping dick that was throbbing from the lack of attention. Rick smirked, smacking Morty's hand away. "I don't- I don't think so, Mort- Morty. You're- You're going to fucking get off on my cock alone or not at all," Rick said, his voice taking on a threatening tone, slamming as hard as he possibly could into Morty's prostate, making the younger boy arch his back and sob.
Tears poured down the sides of his face as Morty screamed into the fabric. Morty could feel his orgasm coming again, just as Rick snatched the boxers out again and threw them onto the floor with a loud 'squelch' that echoed in Moty's mind. Thrusting wildly into Morty, Rick asked, "How many times, Morty? How- How many times have you touched yourself thinking ab-about me?"
Morty panted, weakly bringing his arms up to grab onto Rick's shoulders for support, the feeling of his release making it hard to think, to not just pass out right now. "So- So many times, R-Rick... It's- It's almost always never enough. I- I can't finish without imagining it's you touching me- or- or your fingers inside of me..." Morty whispered brokenly, staring up at Rick with a flushed, tear-streaked face, making Rick suck in a breath, clenching his jaw. God- He was about to cum, filling his sluttly grandson with everything he had.
"Morty- Fuck- you're so hot, baby. So- so fucking dirty. Such a s-slut-" Rick moaned, furrowing his eyebrow in concentration as his thrusts became slightly sloppy. "Baby- Baby, I'm- I'm about to cum...-" Rick warned, thrusting harder if that was even possibly by now, almost ready to fill his adorable little grandson.
"YES-! PLEASE- RI-I-ICK-...!" Morty screamed, not caring if anyone heard him. He was about to cum harder than he ever has in his entire life. Rick leaned down to attach his lips to Morty's, letting Morty moan and scream into his mouth as he writhed and thrashed against the bed.
Morty let out a final broken scream into Rick's lips as he came, shutting his eyes tightly and thrusting his hips up one last time. Rick lasted one thrust before filling Morty with his warm seed, pulling away from the kiss with a muttered, 'fuck.'
Slowly, Rick pulled out of Morty, watching in awe as his cum dripped from Morty's abused, stretched hole. "O-oh- Rick..." Morty whimpered, clenching his hole around nothing, making Rick bite his tongue. Rick Sanchez surely had enough self-control to keep himself from fucking his cum back into Morty.
"You're such a good boy, Morty. Fuck- taking me so well..." Rick murmured. Morty basked in the praise, shivering slightly when Rick brushed his fingers through his messed-up hair.
"We- Were so fucked up, Rick..." Morty said, chuckling lightly. Rick gave Morty a small smile, rummaging through his lab coat to find his portal gun. Once he found it, he shot a portal at the floor, grabbing Morty by his hand and pulling him into the portal, leading to the bathroom.
Walking over to the shower, Rick turned it on, making the water warm and indicating for Morty to join him. Morty smiled, following Rick under the showerhead as Rick leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to the side of his neck. Morty blushed, leaning into his grandfather's touch.
It was nice, cleaning himself of the sweat and cum sticking to, and in, his body.
A few minutes later, they stepped out and Rick dried Morty's hair with a fluffy towel before drying the rest of his body. Rick portaled Morty back to his room to change because it would be too suspicious if they both came out of the bathroom at the same time wet and naked.
They both walked downstairs into the living room, intending to watch interdimensional cable, but instead saw Beth, Jerry, and Summer sitting on the couch. Jerry's face was full of anger and disgust, Beth was staring at her lap with a horrified expression on her face, mumbling something about 'giving birth to him' and 'my father', and Summer simply raised an eyebrow when they walked into the room.
Morty swallowed nervously, glancing at Rick who stared back at him, unmistakably suppressing a laugh.
Morty was a little loud, wasn't he...