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With a causal strut only a tall, confident genius with long legs could pull off, Rick walked into the theater, hands in his pockets and heading down the center aisle for his usual seat. Mr. Regular himself, showing up to the 'Cest It Up Cinema as usual, and, as usual, no one else was there yet. His consistent schedule was practically an art form at that point. If he were ever to go in and find someone else there first, he had no idea the punch to his ego that might cause.
Rick stopped dead, taking another look toward where he usually sat. The old man suffered a double take before blinking hard and reassessing what he'd just seen.
There, in the chair right next to his, there peeked a head of brown hair above the back of the seat. Rick's mouth dropped open a little, and he slowed to a stop at the end of the row, blinking owlishly at the yellow-shirted boy sitting in wait for him.
Hesitating for just a moment, Rick tried to take stock of the situation... His record for being the first one in the theater ever since he started coming had now been shattered.
Huh...
The hit to his ego wasn't as big as he imagined it to be...especially since it wasn't a Rick that beat him to the punch. However, it was not normal in the slightest for that boy to show up before he did.
"M-Morty?"
The boy turned to see him, his eyes lighting up in delight and a huge grin spreading over his face. "Rick!" Hopping up, Morty ran for him, their bodies impacting, and he threw his arms around Rick's middle, hugging him tightly.
Rick pulled his hands from his pockets before losing a tenuous fight with balance then wrapped the boy with his arms, still not having shaken his surprise from seeing him there so early.
"Morty, wh-what are you doing here already? Did something happen?" he voiced his concerns.
Morty pulled away and smiled up at him broadly. "No, i-it's okay, Rick. I just left as soon as he passed out this time. I just couldn't wait to see you again!" The boy tucked himself back into Rick's chest again, squeezing tightly.
Relieved, the old man chuckled warmly and cradled his head against his chest. Yes. Belonging. Possession. Morty belonged in his arms. Rick had never felt so complete as he did with Morty. That boy was his other half.
"I couldn't wait either, really," Rick admitted quietly, stroking his soft brown hair.
Morty looked up from his chest, smiling, so happy. "C-Come on, Rick. Let's sit and wait for the show to start."
Rick hummed in approval and they unlatched themselves and headed down the row. The old man took his usual seat by the wall, but when Morty moved to sit in the chair beside him, he grabbed his wrist and pulled him over like last time.
"Ah ah, this is your seat from now on, pumpkin," he chided with a grin, patting his thigh.
Morty flushed and giggled, but complied and timidly sat on Rick's lap.
"Will you take this off again, Rick?" he asked quietly, cupping his groin.
The old man grunted irritatedly but reached into his lab coat for the small diagnostic disk.
Opening his pants, Morty exposed the chastity cage, and Rick did a quick double check on the padlock once again before easily circumnavigating the failsafe and unlocking it. Carefully, he pulled the wretched thing off, dropping the pieces into his cupholder. His warm hand slipped down along Morty's privates and cupped them, rubbing his palm against them gently.
"That better, baby boy?" he whispered sultrily.
Biting his lip, Morty moaned softly and grabbed his wrist, even though he hesitated to do so at first. "Geez, Rick...th-the show hasn't even started yet."
He'd said the same thing last time too. Maybe Rick was trying to jump the gun a little, but who could blame him? Every time he saw the kid, he couldn't wait to fuck around with him. Like any couple in a new relationship, he wanted to spend every moment possible touching Morty, holding him, pleasing him, ravishing him fucking senseless. Oh, if only he could take that kid home and properly take care of him... Morty would be left boneless, wasted, dripping cum from every orifice, lying on the white duvet of his massive bed like a well-fucked cherub on a cloud. And he would wake up, smile so warmly, so sweetly up at Rick, and open his arms to be held once again.
Rick swallowed some drool, pulling himself back from that fantasy and released a throaty chuckle, the sound clearly giving away how aroused he already was. Slowly, he withdrew his fingers from those soft bits between the boy's legs. "I suppose you're right. I hear the showing tonight's gonna be a real banger, Morty. Don't wanna get you all worked up too soon, hm? Heh-heh."
Color stained Morty's cheeks as he fastened his pants back together. His pretty blues looked Rick up and down before relaxing and sliding a hand up his chest slowly, leaning close and placing a kiss by his ear. "I can't wait, Rick..." he whispered before kissing there again.
Groaning, Rick felt the low burn of his arousal stirring in his belly, the embers bursting into flames that licked through his very soul. Fuck, that kid made him feel like a teenager again. He held Morty to himself tightly, and they snuggled close, relaxing.
"Me either..."
Other Ricks finally began filing into the room, many of them catching sight of Rick and Morty already sitting together. They sent heated or jealous looks their way, some chuckling, some grunting and rolling their eyes. Rick and Morty ignored them, though, lost in their own little world while they simply sat and held one another, eyes closed and breathing each other's air and scents, just existing until the main event started.
Finally, the lights dimmed, and they perked up and paid attention to the opening scene.
A Rick sat on his cot in his bedroom, the lighting low. He withdrew a yellow shirt from his lab coat, hand shaking and sweating. He stared at it longingly, then brought it to his chest, hugging it tenderly. Lifting it to his nose, he inhaled long and slow, eyes rolling up to a close.
"Oh, Morty..." he whispered, kissing the fabric sweetly, then sniffing it again.
A knock came to the door before it immediately swung open, casting a bright rectangle of light onto him.
"Rick, Mom says it's time for din—"
The scene shifted, the camera view now from inside the room, showing Morty standing in the doorway and Rick on his cot, staring at each other with wide, unblinking eyes. A slow smile curled along the Morty's face, and he stepped further into the room, pulling the door shut behind himself.
"So...here's where my shirts keep disappearing to."
"I-I-It's not what you think!" the Rick defended weakly, hiding the shirt behind his back even though he'd totally been caught in the act.
"Oh? Could have fooled me, Rick."
The Morty approached his Rick, kneeling on the bed beside him.
"It's okay, Rick..." The boy stroked his old face lovingly. "I know how you feel about me..."
"You...you do?"
"Yeah...and it's okay, Grampa..." The Morty kissed him on the mouth and the Rick gasped. "I feel the same way..."
"M-Morty..."
They kissed again, slowly.
Watching the scene unfold, Rick flicked his eyes to Morty, watching him now instead. The boy swallowed, teeth nibbling into his lower lip. The on-screen couple kissed and made out, lips caressing lips. Soft moans and gasps and the wet sounds of their kisses filled the theater. Morty squirmed his slender thighs together, already getting turned on, and unconsciously reached up and brushed timid fingertips along his lips.
Rick knew what he wanted...and he wanted to give it to him...because he wanted it just the same. He'd been wanting it, been craving the taste of that boy since they'd started fooling around. Yet he was oddly wary of taking that step. It felt stupid in light of what they'd already done. One would think that kissing would precede hand jobs, but it wasn't like Rick and Morty were in a conventional relationship anyway.
Rick reached up, slipped his hand along Morty's cheek and lightly tugged, drawing the boy's attention around to himself. He smiled knowingly at him, with just a touch of smugness. "Morty..." he whispered quietly, lids falling halfway over his icy blue eyes, staring at the boy's mouth. His thumb caressed lightly, slowly, just under a moist bottom lip. "D'you...?" he began, but cut himself off in favor of swallowing, nerves tingling in his belly, the heat it generated traveling up his face and down into his groin, "...w-wanna...?"
Morty was staring at him with nervous wonder. Blue eyes dipped to watch Rick lick his own lips. His mouth fell open slightly, looking back into the old man's eyes, his own hooding as he leaned more into Rick's touch.
"Y...Yeah..."
It felt like bees were nesting in his guts and crawling all through his circulatory system to infect the rest of his body with their humming buzzes. Sweat pricked his forehead and palms and soles of his feet. They moved closer, their heads naturally tilting to opposite sides. Rick's hand on Morty's cheek drew him in and the boy's fingers fisting into his shirt locked them together.
Their breaths mingled first, their exhales kissing just between the small gap left between their lips. Rick's cock pulsed in his pants, hearing Morty breathing shakily, feeling that shaky breath against his face, feeling his small body trembling lightly against him. Oh, fuck, he wanted it...the kid wanted it so badly. And Rick wanted it too...wanted it so, so badly.
He tilted his chin, and their lips brushed just barely...so very gently, so very lightly, it was like they'd both been caressed by a feather.
Morty exhaled a hot breath against him, but it was met with Rick's own heated puff. They were doing it. Taking the plunge. Changing another aspect of their relationship, in Rick's mind, for the better.
He brushed them together again, just hardly a touch, taking his dear sweet time with taking the virginity of Morty's lips. The kid had probably kissed others before, but obviously never a Rick. He wanted to savor the experience, make it last, forever embed it into their memories as that one pivotal moment in history where everything changed.
The boy whined petulantly. Rick took pity on him, cupped his cheek more firmly, lost the fingers of his other hand in his soft brown tresses, tilted his chin a little further, and—
"Morty?!"
Rick and Morty startled so hard, they both jumped in the seat, making it rattle and creak loudly. Their heads whipped to the side, finding another Rick standing just at the end of their row, fists clenched, shoulders hunched, a look of horror on his face that quickly morphed into rage.
"I fuckin' knew I'd find you back here again, you degenerate little shit! I didn't even have to track you!" he yelled, face contorted into a hideous snarl of fury.
Morty whimpered and shrank down on Rick's lap, face ashen, body trembling in fear now instead of desire. Rick held around him, instinctively wanting to protect the boy from the sudden threat that the other Rick posed. His icy eyes formed a glare at the bastard that had to be Morty's grandfather.
"I wake up to take a piss and find you gone, Morty! I shoulda known you'd defy me and come back to this cesspit as soon as you fuckin' could, you disgusting little weasel!" The old man stormed down the row of seats and grabbed Morty by his hair, yanking him up off of Rick's lap. "Get away from that fuckin' pedo, you little grampa dick-sniffer! Looks like once in the cage wasn't enough for you, huh?! I guess little weasels need to stay locked up permanently!"
Morty shrieked as his hair was pulled and stumbled, trying to lessen the pain by moving along with his grandpa as he dragged him back down the row of seats. Instinctively, he squeezed his fingers into the fleshy part of his thumb, activating the failsafe Rick had put there for just such an occasion.
The receiver buzzed in Rick's pocket, set to silent while he was in the theater, but he obviously ignored it, seeing as the reason for the alarm was playing out right before him. At least he knew that when it came down to it, Morty would actually signal for his help.
"Hey, motherfucker!" Rick leapt up, not needing the silent buzzing alarm to get his ass moving. Running after them, he grabbed Morty's grandpa's wrist, clamping down with his fingers and pinching the pressure point.
The guy shrieked and let go involuntarily, and Morty fell backward, bumping into Rick. The old man brought an arm around him and held him close, tossing the other Rick's arm aside.
Grandpa growled holding his wrist, glaring at Rick. "You...you must be the one grooming my fuckin' Morty! I bet it's your fault he's become a perverted little incest monkey!"
"Hey, man, he was coming here on his own to begin with! I just made it more convenient for him! Gave him a place where he can be accepted! You're the one stifling his needs like a prudish, pearl-clutching mommy!"
Grandpa sputtered, outraged. "Are you fuckin' kidding me?! It's incest, you dirty old fartsniffer! He's four-fuckin'-teen! You're the goddamn adult by literal decades! You should know better than to encourage that sorta degenerate behavior in a minor!" He turned, looking to the screen where the Rick was slowly licking his Morty's asshole, and the boy was moaning and gripping into his silvery-blue hair. The old man looked back, a little green in the face. "Ugh...then again, finding you in here should tell me all I need to know about what kind of behavior you wanna encourage." He grabbed Morty by the wrist and tried to tug him away from Rick. "Let him go! If you wanna groom Mortys, be my guest, but you're not gonna corrupt mine! It'll take me weeks just to dig all that incestuous shit outta his head no thanks to you!"
Hearing that, Morty whined in fear, pulling away and trying to stay against Rick. "No! No please, don't mess in my head again, Rick! Please!"
Rick snarled in rage, clutching Morty harder. "Again? What the fuck are you doin' to him, asshole?!"
"What I do to my Morty is my own fuckin' business, you Rickorty-loving incest-swiller!" Grandpa pulled on Morty harder, and he cried in pain, caught in a tug'o'war between two Ricks.
Yet Rick wouldn't let him go, holding around his chest and struggling with Grandpa's grip on his little arm. "Yeah, well I won't let you lobotomize him either, ya Morty-abusing pearl-clutcher!"
Grandpa growled in rage, one eye twitching, seemingly reaching a snapping point. He reached into his lab coat with his free hand and whipped out his laser pistol.
"No! No, Rick!!" Morty screamed, tears boiling at the edges of his eyes.
Grandpa aimed over the boy's head and fired two bolts into Rick's chest.
Morty turned, eyes so wide they were strained and bloodshot, watching Rick fall onto the floor behind him as though in slow motion, blood already blooming in two spots on his chest like deadly roses. That wonderful old man fell, crumpled among scattered pieces of popcorn and sticky puddles of spilled soda between the rows of seats. That old man that he'd connected so strongly with, that understood him, that genuinely seemed to care about him, lying there bleeding on the floor, breaths shallow and eyes glazed as though close to death.
He knew it... He knew if his grandpa found them together, he'd kill Rick without a second thought!
The boy's bloodshot gaze drifted back to his grandfather, the bastard laughing cruelly at having killed the man Morty cared about most.
Morty saw red.
Screaming shrilly, he grabbed at the gun, and his grandpa struggled with him, mirth suddenly gone and growling in frustration.
"The fuck?! Morty?! Let go!"
Morty sank his teeth into his grandpa's hand, a hand that had always brought him pain and admonishment, never praise, and the old wretch shouted in pain, releasing the weapon out of reflex. Snatching it up, Morty whirled on him. Shouts of rage screeched from the bottoms of his lungs as he unloaded bolt after bolt into his grandpa's chest, blood splashing on his enraged face. Grandpa's body writhed with each new hole put through it and stumbled backward, tripping and falling on the last seat of the row and landing in the center aisle. Morty stormed closer, standing over him and unloading shot after shot, not stopping, bellowing in rage, tears on his cheeks tracking through the blood and dripping off of his chin in pink droplets.
The gun ran out of charge, and Morty threw it at his grandpa petulantly, the weapon smacking him in his lifeless face. A thin leg lifted and came down, stomping on the dead man's gut, white tennis shoe smashing through the swiss cheese that had been made of the flesh and instantly staining red.
"I hate you! I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!!" Morty screamed, stomping his foot for each declaration. "You took me away from my family, my friends, my life!! I was never your grandson—I was a thing to own! You cruel, heartless son of a bitch!!" He pulverized Grandpa's chest cavity to a bone-riddled, bloody mash, making sure his foot came down one last time on the old bastard's heart, turning the fleshy organ into a bloody paste.
Hands gently alighted to his shoulders, and he jerked and twisted around, panting nearly hyperventilated, high-pitched breaths. Rick was right there, bloody holes in his shirt, but looking alive and concerned.
"Rick!!" Morty cried, throwing himself at him. He hugged that beloved old man tight and stroked his small hand over his chest, looking for the wounds. They were gone?
"Easy, Morty, whoa. Ch-Chill out, bro." Rick hugged him, kneeling before him, stroking over his hair and looking into his bloodshot eyes. "I think you got 'im, Morty. That's enough, okay?"
More tears came to Morty's eyes. "H-He shot you, Rick... He shot you... I knew it...I told you..."
Rick chuckled and rubbed at his own chest. "Yeah, he got me good, buddy. But I got safety protocols installed in my body, as well as some healing serums stashed around my pockets. I can't be put down for long, Morty. Heh! Unlike that pile of dog food, huh? Ha-ha!"
Morty covered his face in his hands. "I...I-I killed him, Rick... I killed him!... But he shot you, Rick! He shot you, and I...I-I-I..."
Rick stroked his hair and drew him closer. "I know, buddy. It's okay now."
"He...he's so awful, Rick... He...h-he hurt me... He scares me, Rick! He's so c-cruel!" Morty cried into his hands, inconsolable for the time being. It wasn't like he hadn't killed before, but that was his grandpa. Oh, fuck, he just killed his grandpa!
Rick hugged him tightly, stroking his hair and back. "Don't worry, Morty. He can't hurt you anymore. You saw to that yourself, Morty. He's gone now. He's gone, Morty."
"Oh, fuck, I killed him... Oh, fuck, oh, fuck... What do I do now, Rick?... What do I do?..." Morty moaned, burying himself against Rick's chest.
He felt lost, alone, and, sadly, rather empty. Killing the man offered no relief from his suffering, no joy. Even though he'd always hated his grandfather, as far back as he could remember after meeting the man.
He never spoke of his past to Rick, wanting instead to forget all of his woes and just enjoy watching movies and being naughty with the attractive older man. Morty never told Rick about why they lived on the Citadel, that they were fairly poor, that every scrap of change went into a few morsels of food and the rest for booze and drugs. Without his grandpa to pay the minimum amount of rent due for their apartment, Morty was practically homeless. As much as he hated his grandfather, the man had been his sole source of food and shelter, and now it was Morty's own fault that he was suddenly on his own.
A very small kernel of regret sat in his mind like a grain of sand inside the shell of an oyster. As much as he hated that old man...he was Morty's original grandfather. It was like an obligation to care about him, and Morty had always fought hard to do so, forcing himself to look past the bad and try to see some modicum of good...even though there was hardly anything there of note. He truly hoped that grain of regret didn't accumulate layers of cope until it grew too big and caused his shell to crack.
Everything just happened so fast! Morty's mind was still reeling.
That warm chuckle that always made everything better rumbled against his ear where it was pressed to Rick's chest. "Well, obviously, you can stay with me from now on, Morty."
Morty finally backed away, tears all over his face, turning the blood pink and washing it down along his jawline and chin. He blinked at the old man, seeing that smile he could feel from that chuckle, seeing those eyes that he could lose himself into so easily. Rick looked so sincere...
"Are you...a-are you s-serious, Rick? D'you...d-do you mean it?"
Rick smiled at him and swiped a hand over one cheek, wiping up some of the mess. "Course I do, Morty. I already offered a couple times already, ya know. I said we click together, don't we? You and me? A hell of a lot more than you and he ever did, right?" He nodded over Morty's shoulder to indicate his now ex-Rick.
Morty looked down, disheartened. "I never liked him. I-I tried to...h-he was my grampa...but...he—he was always mean. Did e-experiments on me, yelled at me, m-made me feel...w-worthless..." Tears dripped down his cheeks again.
Rick gently cupped under his chin and tilted his head back up. The smile he wore was so warm and genuine. "You're most definitely not worthless, Morty. You know how much you mean to me, buddy? You know how much I look forward to seeing you come in here to watch movies with me?" He pulled out his white handkerchief and wiped away the tears and blood, cleaning the boy's face and looking into his widening eyes. "You know how happy you've made me, Morty? Sharing my interest and spending time with me every evening? Sharing popcorn and drinks and commentary...holding hands with you..." He leaned closer. "Watching you touch yourself..." A hot breath curled along his rounded cheek. "Touching you..." Warm lips pecked there softly.
Morty gasped just as softly.
"Stay with me from now on, Morty. I'll feed your addiction instead of stifling it." Kisses landed on his cheek again.
"Y...You'll...really be my R-Rick?" Morty asked hesitantly, nervously...hopefully. His heart was hammering inside his small chest. Oh...how he'd longed...
"I'd fuckin' love to be your Rick, Morty," Rick mumbled, staring into his eyes, stroking a cheek with his thumb. "Always kinda wished I was, to be honest."
Morty melted against him, slipping his thin arms around the old man's shoulders and combing small fingers through his soft, silvery-blue hair. "Oh, Rick...I...I think I... No...I'm sure... I-I love you, Rick..."
Rick wrapped him in his arms and held him close, leaning in and tilting his head slightly to one side, lidding his eyes as he approached slowly. "I'm sure I love you too, Morty."
Their mouths cupped one another, lips slotting so perfectly, it was like they were made to fit together. Perfection in a kiss. With their chests pressed tightly, they could feel the pounding of each other's hearts, pulsing in sync. Their breaths matched in rhythm, each puff warm upon one another's cheeks.
Son of a bitch, why did they wait so long to do that? How had hand-jobs come before the sweet embrace of their lips? They had kissed all over each other's faces, yet never on the mouth. What the hell was wrong with them?!
Their lips slid together, deep and slow, full of desire, of passion, of newly unbridled need. They were the Rick and Morty duo that bonded over incest porn of themselves, an unlikely scenario, an unlikely love story, but one that came to be nonetheless. It was as if some unknown force deigned it to be.
Multiple groans and coos erupted around them and they parted from the beauty that was their first kiss, looking aside. Just then, they noticed they were surrounded by the theater audience, almost all of them holding up their cell phones and recording them.
Morty blushed profusely, reality suddenly dousing him like cold water. "Aw geez..."
Rick chuckled at him, finding him so adorable, and stroked his hair while pecking his cheek, not put off by all the attention in the slightest.
"Hey, you guys gonna fuck now?" one Rick asked, giving them a lecherous grin over his cell phone.
"Yeah, this show's better than what's on the screen this time," another added.
"Plot's a million times better," a third said.
Behind them, on the screen, the Morty was cooing and laying on his back, legs curled up with his Rick between them, thrusting slowly in the missionary position. Fairly vanilla and pretty boring to a group of incest-loving Ricks who were used to seeing rough adventures, alien tentacles, and harsh fights ending in furious fucking. There were times when the soft and romantic were welcomed, but it seemed like that was not one of those times.
Morty blushed hard and hid his face in Rick's chest, embarrassed beyond measure. They had done things together in the theater before, but a lot more privately. Being seen and ogled sent an electric charge down Morty's spine, one that sizzled in disconcertion yet also a strange sense of intrigue. The mention of sex with Rick (with his new Rick, Morty had to realize, had to cement the thought into his mind) had his dick quickly hardening in his jeans. It was obviously something he'd been fantasizing about since he'd met Rick in that theater, and it was something he was hoping to achieve one day soon if he continued to come back to meet up with him.
Now, though...despite how upset he felt over what happened a moment ago...the prospect of being held in Rick's protective arms not only sounded arousing, but also soothing. He wanted to drown in his new Rick with an eager sort of desperation he'd never felt before. Who cared if there was a crowd of people watching? All he cared about was Rick and finding everything he'd ever been searching for in his embrace. To connect with him on a fundamental level and allow that connection to seal up the cracks in his heart and soul left behind by his grandfather, and bind them together forevermore.
In other words, Morty wanted nothing more than to be fucked by Rick, despite the inopportune time and despite the crowd of eyes and cameras on them. Losing himself in Rick's embrace, Morty had a feeling, would heal him of any regret or sadness that his original grandpa was dead by his own hand. Being penetrated by Rick's cock would hopefully knock that little grain of regret out of his head and eradicate the need for him to wrap it in layers of cope to keep himself stable.
Only Rick could help him. Only Rick could heal him. The one thing Morty would never regret was falling in love with that old man over their shared love of incest porn.
Rick chuckled, tucking the boy in tightly and kissing his temple. "Eh not tonight, fellas. My little Morty's kinda shy."
The Ricks groaned in disappointment.
Morty squirmed a little against him, that electrical intrigue setting off sparks in his belly, that desire to be taken apart by that old man, rearranged, and glued back together by his intimate embrace seizing control. He wanted...he really wanted... He needed... "Um...a-actually..."
Rick hummed and looked down at his face. From his point of view, he saw the boy was blushed bright red and nibbling on his lip. A heady wave of want, of need, emanated from the boy's meek expression, turned up to him with eyes that begged.
"I...m-might not mind...so much... I-I-If you w-wanted to...th-that is..."
So shy and vulnerable and cute...
"Goddamn, Morty... You really are a treasure, aren't you?" Rick mumbled to him in awe.
He never saw the deeper meaning behind the boy's willingness to participate in what was frankly public sex. Quite honestly, he might never unpack everything that was bottled up in those blue eyes that stared at him, brimming with so many emotions Rick couldn't compartmentalize them all. It seemed as though that was all right, though, because Morty bit into his lip hard and tried not to smile, his lips curling coyly. He obviously wanted it, and who was Rick to deny his new grandson what he wanted? He'd be a bad grandpa if he told the boy no, and he'd always known he would spoil the shit out of a Morty if he ever had one.
Well, he supposed, now was a great time to get started.
"Oh, baby..." Rick moaned, leaning in to kiss him sweetly. "My little Morty has a bit of an exhibitionist kink in him, doesn't he?" He kissed him again. "That's so hot, Morty. You put so many of those Morty porn actors to shame, baby." Kisses rained onto pretty little lips, peppered across his cheek, nibbled his earlobe.
Looking over Morty's shoulder, Rick made eye contact with several of the Ricks recording them. He pointed at them as he distracted Morty with his lips and tongue along his ear. His finger pointed several times at the corpse on the floor nearby, then thumbed off to the side.
One Rick took the hint and paused recording to pull out his portal gun and fired a portal beneath the corpse. It slipped through the thin field of particles and disappeared from existence, and, more importantly, from Morty's life, forever.
Another Rick pulled out a Meeseeks box and pressed the button. He shushed the blue man that appeared in a puff, declaring his existence, and quietly ordered him to clean up the mess left behind quickly. The creature did so while Rick slowly made out with Morty, keeping him distracted.
When all was set to rights, Rick pulled away from kissing the boy and shuffled up into a seat nearby. "Come here, pumpkin." He held his arms out, and Morty heeded the call, climbing onto his lap.
They kissed and made out even more, surrounded by Ricks in the porn theater, all of them recording by now from every angle.
"That's my good boy," Rick mumbled against his lips, knowing that was one of the praises that the kid loved most, and loving it himself.
Morty whined softly, stroking his hands over the old man's chest, pointedly ignoring the darkened blood stains and holes burned into his teal shirt. He whined again when Rick's big hands stroked down his back and cupped his butt, squeezing softly into the jean-covered flesh.
"I-I want you, Rick. I-I-I've wanted you f-for a while..." he admitted shakily, staring into his icy eyes as he held onto the old man's white lapels. There was so much in those blue orbs again, and Rick chalked it up to long-hidden desires finally being unleashed.
"Me too, Morty. Fuck, you don't know how many times I got hard over you and not what we were watching."
Morty's eyes widened. "R-Really?"
"Hell yes, Morty." Rick squeezed his butt more firmly, stroking along it. One hand slid up under his yellow shirt and caressed over his thin back, tracing the small bumps of his spine downward until his fingertips dipped under the waistline of his jeans, teasing at the cleft at the top of his butt cheeks. "You think I whip it out on a regular basis while I'm here and jack it, Morty? What did you think it meant when I did that with you? Holding your hand while I fucked my fist?...while we both fucked our fists?......while we fucked each other's fists?" A sultry tongue licked along a rounded jawline and kisses trailed across a soft cheek. "Was I watching you stroke your dick or the screen more, Morty?"
Morty gasped, gripping into Rick's shirt, back arching into his touch and pressing his ass into his palm. "Muh...m-me, Rick..."
"That's right, Morty. You get me hard, baby boy. Just like those cute little Mortys on screen getting fucked." Long, deft fingers undid Morty's pants and began to push them down over his flat little butt. "But you get me even harder, Morty. Cause you're the real thing, baby. And I like you, Morty. I like seeing you here. Every time we parted ways, I wished I could take you home with me. I wished I could lay you out on my bed and strip you naked and slowly fuck you under the starlight coming through my window, baby."
Shudders shimmied down Morty's body and moans erupted from his throat, his pants being pushed down over this ass, exposing it to all those pervy Ricks in the theater. He was so hard from his innate need to be taken in order to cleanse his heart and mind of the guilt for murdering his grandpa, so hard from Rick's seduction, but being recorded throughout the whole experience actually made him even harder.
Rick hummed in desire, stroking both hands over that soft, flat butt. It was so fucking cute. He squeezed the flesh gently, lightly pulling the cheeks apart and teasing those voyeuristic Ricks with little peeks of the boy's pink hole. Those lucky fucks were the first to see it, at least that particular one, since they've seen many a Morty's hole on the big screen. No matter, though. That hole was all his now. All they could do was simply watch what he did to it.
The Ricks groaned softly, a couple using their free hands to stroke over their crotches. He grinned at them over Morty's shoulder. They could look, but only he could touch. And after he satisfied his perverted little Morty's public sex kink (and maybe his too—fuck, they were so alike), he was going to take him home and ravish him to his own liking.
Only in the best possible way, of course.
Tilting in, Rick kissed him deeply, slipping a warm tongue past soft lips and getting a real taste for his new companion. He was delicious. Like cherry soda. Sliding his yellow shirt up and off, Rick stroked his thumbs over small nipples and clung to his slender chest, like trying to swallow it with his big hands.
Morty moaned into his mouth and pushed his chest into those hands, seeking more, as though desperate for his touch.
Rick didn't have to do much to get him keyed up. Morty was already wound so tight, he could pop at any moment. The old man realized he needed to be careful or he could set the boy off with a wayward brush against his prick. He didn't want that experience to be an embarrassment for the teenager, though, if he came too quickly. He wanted Morty to enjoy himself and get the most out of it, to look back on it as arousing spanking fodder and not with shame.
"Mm..." Rick hummed as he kissed Morty, drinking in his cherry soda lips before drawing away slowly. "Pants off, baby. Kn-Kneel on my thighs, Morty. That's it."
Morty scooted off of his lap and shed his pants and boxers quickly, then climbed back aboard, laying his knees and shins along Rick's thighs and kneeling on his lap.
"Feet draped over my knees, baby. There, just like that. Good boy." Once in position, Rick spread his legs as wide as he could in the theater seat, opening Morty's legs out along with them. The boy squeaked with the exposure, but Rick just patted his bottom softly. "Lift up, arms around my shoulders, Morty."
Complying again, shyly raising higher on his knees, Morty wrapped his arms around Rick's shoulders, propping himself in that position.
Tipping his head up, Rick kissed him, sucking on his lower lip sweetly until the boy whimpered and relaxed into the new feeling of exposure to all the eyes and cameras focused on him.
Extending one arm out toward the crowd of Ricks, palm up, Rick waved his fingers in toward it. "Lube," he requested before sticking his tongue back into Morty's hot little mouth.
A small bottle was plopped onto his palm, and he gripped it, popped it open, and slathered a glob of slippery lubricant onto his middle two fingers behind Morty's back.
Leave it up to a theater full of horny Ricks to have at least one carrying a bottle of lube with him.
"I'm gonna finger my little Morty, baby," Rick mumbled against the boy's lips. "All these degenerate Ricks are gonna see me stuff my fingers into your little hole, Morty."
Morty gasped against his mouth and nipped his bottom lip, moaning.
"Ohhh does that get you hot, baby? I think it does, doesn't it. You want them to see your little ass stuffed, don't you?"
Whimpering, Morty sucked on his lip before popping off with a wet slurp. "A-As long as it's you, Rick...I-I don't care if there's a c-crowd watching. I-If it's you? I-I want them to see... I want them to see everything you do to me, Rick. Because I want them all to know..." a little tongue licked across thin lips and soft lips kissed the side of his mouth, "...that I finally belong to you."
Everyone in the theater groaned at that, Rick the loudest of all, feeling like he'd just been gut-checked by a boulder.
"Fuuuck, Morty, baby, you're the most coveted jewel in the fuckin' universe..." He slipped a lubed finger over that cute puckered hole, slicking it up. "All these sad sack old men wish they had a Morty as perfect as you, pumpkin. You got all these old men hard for you, Morty." He pressed the finger in slowly.
Morty mewled and tipped his hips out, presenting himself to every greedy eye watching his little ass swallowing that long digit bit by bit.
One Rick huffed and groaned, unzipping his pants and shoving his hand inside, mumbling, "Oh, fuck...fuck, yeah. Finger that little ass... Oooo..." as he whipped his cock out and started fondling it vigorously.
Rick chuckled and kissed his precious new Morty, dipping his finger in and out teasingly, sinking deeper and deeper each time.
"Oo Rick...s-so good..." Morty moaned, breathing heavily against his lips.
The old man chuckled again. "I've watched enough Rickorty porn to know that Mortys love anal play. I'll give it to you real good tonight, pumpkin. Real hard and deep. But when I take you home, baby, I'm gonna really get in there...take my time..."
He pulled his finger out and slipped two in, much to everyone's appreciation, especially Morty's. He moaned and cooed, rocking his hips back a little, trying to get them in deeper.
A Rick groaned, pulling his cock out too. "Oof such a greedy little slut..." The guy stroked himself slowly, matching Rick's fingers speed as they slowly drilled into Morty's perky ass.
"I'll eat that little ass until you come on my tongue, Morty," Rick went on as if the rest of the room didn't exist at the moment. His fingers pushed in to the knuckle and Morty cooed softly, gasping a hot breath across Rick's cheek. "I'll play with your little hole until it's all pink and soft. I'll shove everything I can up inside you, baby boy...toys, vegetables, inventions, Morty. I'll invent things to stuff up your delicious little ass just to satisfy you, Morty. Because I know how much naughty little boys like you need to be filled on a regular basis."
Pulling his fingers out, Rick squirted a little more lube on them and shoved three back in, pumping them slowly but firmly, not letting the tight rim keep him out, forcing it open to allow him passage.
Morty gasped at not only Rick's dirty promises, but from the feeling of being invaded. "Please, Rick...please more... So good, Rick...f-feels so good..." Moans left his lips as he pushed back on the fingers while kissing all along Rick's jawline, lapping at his earlobe and sucking on it, whimpering little coos into it. "Feels good, 'cause it's you, Rick. 'Cause it's you..."
All the Ricks moaned, and most of them were opening their pants now.
"Lucky son of a bitch," one grumbled, fisting his dick and stroking it hard, the tugs themselves angry and covetous.
Rick bit hard into his lip, reaching the end of his patience with that. Dropping the lube into the cup holder of the seat, he reached under Morty to undo his own pants and pull his cock out. It was huge and leaking, tip blushed and fully exposed from the foreskin. Picking the lube back up, he squirted the stuff generously over himself, coating the throbbing flesh like hot fudge on a sundae. Dropping the lube into the cup holder again, Rick slicked the slippery liquid all over his cock, getting it onto the front of his pants in his mad haste to prepare himself. He fucked his fingers into Morty quickly, slamming them as deep as he could and grinding, forcing the rim open as wide as possible.
"Ahh! Ahh Rick! Yes, yes!"
Rick groaned deeply, nipping the boy's nose playfully. "T-Turn around, Morty. G-Get down and turn around, baby. Show me that hole."
Morty scooted off after Rick slipped his fingers out with a soft slish. Turning around, he bent forward, holding onto the back of the seat in front of him. Rick stared at his ass and reached in, slipping three fingers back in and pumping them quickly.
"Oh, yeah, bring that here, baby. C-Come'ere, Morty." He tugged on Morty's hip and drew him backward. Slipping his fingers out, he angled his cock to that wet pucker. Rick propped the tip to the boy's rim and pulled him back more, watching Morty's little pink hole depress inward, then slowly expand and swallow the head of his dick.
They both groaned as well as the Ricks watching and recording on their phones.
Morty moaned louder and louder as he sank further and further along, his insides filling out fuller than he thought he could handle, Rick's massive dick rearranging his internal organs to make room for itself. He'd played with a couple toys in the past, but nothing so big as Rick's monster cock. It didn't hurt, not really, a very, very tight squeeze that made the rim of his hole itch with the need to stretch even further. It was so very overwhelming, his body didn't know what to do with itself.
As that behemoth cock pushed in, it also pushed out all the doubt and fear and regret lingering over his original grandfather. That hot monster seared into his guts and burned away all the pain and suffering the old bastard had caused. Not all. No. Of course not everything. But the majority of the vitriol he held for that ancient asshole that loitered in the boy's mind on a day-to-day basis, the stark reality that he'd killed his own grandpa in cold blood, in vengeance. His new Rick was slowly but surely wiping away that awful experience and replacing it with his intimate embrace and the warmth of his love.
To be embraced by his grandfather. To be loved. To be wanted. Appreciated. His original grandfather gave him none of those things, but his new grandpa was showering him with them. That was what Morty truly needed.
Still having no idea of the effect he was having on his new grandson, Rick groaned deeply, so satisfied, so thrilled to finally be watching his own dick sinking into a Morty's perfect little ass. And the fact that the Morty was now his? It only made the pleasure so much sweeter.
"Big...it's big, it's big..." Morty whined, thighs twitching, hole trying to clench, but unable, the girth of the massive cock pushing into it keeping it pried wide open.
"It'll fit baby... You know it will..." Rick answered huskily. "We've watched enough Rickorty porn to know that you can take it, buddy."
Pulling on both of Morty's hips, Rick drew him back onto his dick slowly but surely. It took a while, filled with careful pauses and subtle adjustments, but finally, the boy was seated on Rick's lap, the V of his groin flowing neatly into the cleft of Morty's ass.
"Ohh baby... Oh, Morty... I knew you could do it, baby. Oh, look at that... It's all the way in, pumpkin. Every last inch." Rick stroked along Morty's back, feeling his muscles twitch. "You did so good, Morty. Come'ere, baby. Let your Rick hold you, Morty." Leaning forward, he drew the boy back against his chest. "Hold onto me, baby," he mumbled by his ear.
Morty reached back and held Rick's upper arms as the old man's forearms reached down to scoop up under his thighs. Rick picked Morty up and sat back in the seat with him, impaled on his lap, legs lifted high, Rick's arms secured around the backs of his thighs, pinning them up and keeping the boy against his chest, practically folded in half.
"Ugh that's it... Fuck yeah, so tight. Gonna pinch my dick off, Morty, goddamn..." Rick moaned, throbbing into the vice-like hole of his newly-acquired grandson. He started out thrusting slowly, then a little faster when Morty cooed and moaned wantonly through the slick feeling of that massive dick pushing through his hole and into his cramped channel.
The boy's head fell back against Rick's shoulder, thin arms lifting to wrap around the back of his head and card his fingers through his silvery-blue hair. "Rick...Rick...Rick...ooo Rick..." Coos left his parted lips and shudders traveled the expanse of his small body with every slow thrust.
Rick groaned, nibbled on a small ear, huffing soft breaths into it as he swirled and pumped his hips up into Morty's tight ass. Those thrusts turned faster, then faster, very slowly dialing up the friction of their sexes. Rick began grunting. The seat started creaking. Morty was gasping and arching against his chest as much as he could for being trapped helpless against it. His ass was displayed for all to see, small hole forced impossibly wide around a long, fat cock, driving into it relentlessly with ever increasing slick sucking noises from so much lube.
All the Ricks focused their phones on that view, recording the live action scene for later spanking material.
Rick huffed and grunted with each pound, but still managed to grin lasciviously over Morty's shoulder at them. "Yeah, get a good look, gentlemen. The most perfect ass for a Rick's dick to stuff. Ahh...yeah... B-Best porn this theater's shown yet, eh boys?"
The Ricks groaned their agreements, stroking themselves in time with Rick's thrusts.
Moaning, Rick kissed Morty's temple and licked and nibbled at his ear again. "Let me make this good little boy come, hm? You wanna come, Morty?"
"Y-Yes! Yes, please, Grampa! I'm your good little boy, Grampa! Please, I wanna come!"
"So precious..." he mumbled into Morty's ear, heated need urging his hips onward. Oh, God, being called by that title was going to drive him to the brink. He'd always wanted a Morty, always wanted to be his grandpa, always wanted to so expertly teach him how to come using every bit of knowledge he had acquired through his vast explorations of the universe. And now, a divine light finally shined upon Rick, bestowing him with a beautiful little grandson for him to coddle and spoil in only the best ways imaginable.
"So perfect for me..." Rick whispered just for Morty to hear, slowly but surely driving his need deeply into his little grandson, as if trying to reach inside far enough for their souls to touch. "Always wished for a Morty like you...settled for porn...wished I was those Ricks, fucking their beautiful little Mortys..." His speed picked up. "Ahh ahh mm...ohh, Morty... Morty... So beautiful...so perfect... Made for my dick...molded for it... Sexy little thing, so needy, so perfect, Morty... Just for me, baby, just for me..."
Morty arched again, his moans becoming louder and louder, erupting into shouts of pleasure as Rick sped up even more, slapping his heavy balls against his perineum with every slam. The boy's cock bounced wildly, balls drawing in even as they jostled every time Rick plowed home.
"Fuck yeah, pound that ass!"
"Ohh yeah, give it to him, Rick!"
"Make that naughty little baby take it!"
"Ohhh ohh! Make him come, Rick! Ahh! Make him come! Mmm yeah, I love it when Mortys come!"
Rick slammed Morty hard, deep, fast, the head of his huge cock digging through his internal workings and thick underbelly scraping up along his prostate from that tight angle.
Morty screamed, his head tilting back over Rick's shoulder, bouncing in his arms' restraint, helpless to the pleasure forced into his body at an unrelenting, breakneck pace, wiping his mind and leaving it blissfully blank, that grain of regret flicked away into the nothingness. He felt whole, healed, loved, desired. He tightened up like a vice, entire body tensing, spine curving as much as it could in Rick's hold.
"Yeah, fuck him!"
"Harder, harder!"
"Take it to the bank, baby!"
"Rail that tight grandson ass, Rick!"
"Do it! Do it!"
The chair creaked loudly as Rick went all out, pounding Morty as if his life depended on it. Gritting his teeth, his hissed through them, growled and groaned, gasped. His thighs trembled, belly burned, back ached, but he couldn't stop, wouldn't stop. Not until Morty—
Morty squealed and shook his head, then tipped it back and bellowed loudly throughout the theater, voice echoing louder than the porn still playing out on the screen, forgotten by all the patrons. His cock swelled and erupted, flinging spurts of his milky cum all over the seats and floor and Rick's thighs and shoes as it swung wildly from the pounding in his ass.
The Ricks erupted in cheers and loud moans of their own as they recorded with one hand and tugged on their dicks with the other, most of them also reaching their climaxes and shooting it everywhere.
The janitor Mortys were going to be so pissed. It wasn't even during the Midnight Matinee.
"Ahh...ahhh! Good boy, good boy, good boy!" Rick shouted at last, his thrusts turning into quick jerks of his hips, pushing upward and burying deeply into Morty's small ass. His cock throbbed visibly, emptying thick loads as deep as possible inside his new grandson. Briefly, Rick imagined it as a mark, a claim, ownership of the precious boy he had gradually gotten to know over their common love of Rick and Morty incest porn. And now the boy was his. His alone. He could make his own incest porn—actually, he was, right in that moment as he was being recorded, pumping his load into his little Morty's guts. But, oddly enough, he didn't want to forego coming to the theater anymore, wanting instead to bring his Morty back to it for dates instead of secret meet-ups.
Morty slumped in his embrace, teenaged body twitching, dick dripping a long string of cum that fell onto Rick's thigh. He panted, exhausted, weakened and docile.
Rick nuzzled the side of his head, placing kisses along his sweaty hairline. "Filled that little ass up, baby boy. Hah-ah..." he gasped softly, groin twitching, cock giving one last hurrah of a throb inside Morty's tight hole.
"R-Rick...hhoh... Wow...so...oh, wow..."
Chuckling, Rick kissed his cute little ear. "I can't believe how amazing you were, Morty. Goddamn, boy, you're my grand prize, aren't you? Fuuuuckin' hell, Morty..." he moaned as he dragged his cock out slowly, the head catching just inside the rim and popping free with a lewd wet sucking noise that had all the Ricks groaning once again. "Haahh ahh..." Rick gasped, his wet dick twitching as it stood up against Morty's soft butt cheek, still held up tightly in his arms. "We'll give 'em one last show before we wrap it up and head home, okay, Morty?" Rick told him, still trying to catch his breath.
All the Ricks hooted and cheered, focusing their phone cameras on Morty's now lightly gaped hole, flushed dark pink around the rim and even darker pink inside his barely exposed rectum. Reaching one hand down, Rick slipped the tip of his middle finger in easily and hooked the rim. Lightly, he tugged it aside, holding the boy open. Morty cooed a weak little moan as a stream of white fluid drizzled out, slipping back along his exposed ass and dripping off down between Rick's legs onto the floor.
"Jeeeeezus fuckin' Christ, yeeeah!" a Rick shouted, hand still yanking on his dick, not having climaxed yet. He did now, though, along with several other stragglers, moaning and shooting all over whatever was in their line of fire.
Oh, the janitor Mortys were definitely going to be pissed.
Rick chuckled and nosed along Morty's ear. "Look what you did to all those Ricks, baby. My one little Morty made all those perverted old men come. I can't believe how perfect you are, Morty. I can't believe you're mine, baby. Can't believe it," he mumbled quietly, panting for a breath, just awestruck at his own incredible luck.
Morty reached up and caressed his face and hair, turning his head until their mouths met softly. "Believe it, Rick. I love you. Ever s-since I met you...I wished you were my Rick."
Rick hummed and kissed him again, slowly letting his arms loose and allowing Morty to lower his legs. Poor kid was bent in half for probably way too long. "Now you got me, baby. What are you gonna do?"
"S-Stay with you forever," Morty answered with finality, as though all doubt had been wiped away from his mind. Eagerly, he went back in for more kisses.
Rick chuckled against his insistent lips. "Fine by me." He kissed the boy a short while longer, feeling his slimy dick slowly flagging along his soft inner thigh. "Let's go home, Morty."
"Y-Your home?"
"My home."
Morty bit his lip, trying to hide his excitement. He looked like he'd been refreshed and energized, even after such a rigorous fucking session.
Rick helped him wipe up and redress, then put his own dick away and zipped up. The crowd of Ricks was slowly dissipating, fixing their own selves up and staring at their phone screens, reviewing the video they'd taken.
Standing, Rick chuckled, taking Morty's hand and leading him out of the theater at last. "What do you think about being all those Ricks' spanking fodder, Morty? Does it get your little dick hard, knowing they're gonna watch us fucking over and over and blowing their loads all over their screens to your face screaming as you come? That make you hot, Morty? Huh?"
Morty giggled, clinging to his hand and arm as they stepped out onto the street, at long last heading in the same direction. "Yeah, Rick. I love it. M-Maybe we can go back and p-put on another show for them some other time?"
Rick groaned, swiping a hand back through his hair in exasperation. "Son of a bitch, Morty, you're a delicious little devil, aren't you? Heh-heh! I think I'll have to invest in some webcams and stream us fucking all over the Citadel net, baby. How's that sound, hm?"
Moaning quietly because they were out in public now, Morty clutched tighter to Rick's arm. "That sounds like the best, Rick. Can we start tonight?"
Rick looked down at him, surprise pulling his features taut. "J-Jeezus, Morty..." Mechanically, his gaze moved out ahead, watching where they were going, a bit dazed. Once it hit, laughter erupted from deep in his belly. "Holy shit, I think I've truly met my match!"
They both laughed, gaining odd looks as they walked down the street, but ignoring everyone's eyes on them. For they only had eyes for each other. From that moment, onward...'till a hundred years.
Porn Junkie Rick and Morty, forever. As it was deigned to be.