He and Summer hung out way more after that. He still took Morty on adventures but they had their own thing of lounging on the couch together. He watched all her shitty romance movies and he made her watch stupid shit like Ball Fondler's and Super Bad.

One night they retreated to Summer's bedroom to watch Grand Torino on her Netflix and he admitted he would fuck Clint Eastwood if given the chance.

He nearly spat out his drink when Summer admitted she would definitely take a ride on him, too, if the opportunity presented itself.

"Wooaahh, Summer, didn't—didn't know you liked those—those saggy balls!" He laughed and Summer shrugged.

"There's something very attractive about Clint Eastwood," She said.

"Could it be his amazing glower?" He asked with amusement. Summer looked at him.

"Actually, he really reminds me of you." She said and Rick wheezed out a laugh that belied his nervousness.

"Wha-what? T-that's no—he's more like—more gloomy—I'm way funner then that guy."

He was still chuckling when Summer suddenly leant forward and pressed her lips against his. He forgot how to breathe, how to even think—and fuck all if that wasn't a big sign of how bad he had it.

She pushed forward until she was almost in his lap and her hands found his chest. She ran it up slowly past his neck until it twined in his silver hair. He gripped the sheets hard as she ran her tongue along his bottom lip and somehow he found the will power to push her back.

"Summer, stop." He demanded and Summer froze. She was breathing hard and her eyes sought out his. He avoided her stare.

"I…what?" She asked, muddled.

"I don't—you're my granddaughter, Summer."

She leaned back and gave him an indignant look.

"Are you…Are you fucking kidding me?"

He turned and gave her the most somber expression he could dredge up. She laughed and it was sharp. "Oh, I see. You can drag yourself into my bed when you're lonely but God forbid if there are any other feelings involved in it."

He didn't know how to respond to that so he didn't. Summer shifted her jaw and he could tell she was trying hard not to cry. She opened her mouth and he thought for sure she was going to tell him to get out. Instead she said:

"One kiss. Give me one good kiss and then tell me you don't want me."

"I-I don't think—"

"Just one kiss." His hands clenched along the bed and he gave a short nod.

"Okay." She shut her eyes and leaned forward and he watched as a tear slipped and fell down her cheek. He could've kissed her cheek or her forehead; she hadn't given him specific instruction to kiss her on the lips. But he was Rick Sanchez and he was a selfish motherfucker.

He leant forward and let his lips press against hers. It was soft. He tugged her close and let his tongue run over her lip. Her tears had made it salty and he traced the seam of her mouth until she opened up for him. Her tongue met his and she sighed against his mouth. He kissed her for maybe five seconds but it felt like a lifetime.

The happiest lifetime he'd ever had.

Maybe that was why it was so hard when he finally, gently, pushed her away.

She stared up at him imploringly.

"I don't want you," He told her and he watched as the hope in her eyes was crushed.

He wondered how many times she'd heard that in her life. Parents, friends, boys. What was one more person, one more insignificant person going to do to her?

She brought her hands up to cover her face and her shoulders shook with restrained tears. He tried to draw her into an embrace but she shoved him away hard.

"Don't ever come back in here," She whispered around her sobs and Rick knew a dismissal when he heard one.

He left and kept his promise.

He didn't come back to her room and insomnia hit him like a freight train in the following nights. Sometimes he would sit downstairs and watch mindless television.

Most nights he would lie awake in bed and listen as Summer cried on the other side of the wall.

Those were the nights when he really wished he hadn't failed at disintegrating his brain.

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Summer avoided him like the plague for the rest of the week. He pretended like it didn't hurt. He took Morty on adventures, grew increasingly agitated, and increasingly drunk.

Beth and Jerry danced around him and his rage but Morty got fed up one day and snapped while Rick was lying on the couch guzzling down some vodka.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Rick paused and lifted the drink away from his mouth.

"W-weurphat are you t-talking about?" He brought the bottle back to his lips and Morty smacked it out of his hands and sent it tumbling to the floor.

"What the fuck, Morty!" Rick snarled and leapt up to glower over his grandson dangerously. Morty squared up to him, unafraid.

"No, Rick. You-you-you've been acting more dickish than—than usual!" He yelled and Rick's anger fizzled to annoyance. He sat back down on the couch, scooping up the now empty bottle of vodka as he did.

"What's wrong?" Morty asked as Rick grumbled on the couch.

"None of your fucking—fucking business, Morty. Now get grandpa a beer."

Morty stared at him and then shook his head, disappointed.

"No."

"Goddammit Morty so help me I'll—"

"I think you should talk to Summer." The air rushed out of his lungs at his grandson's suggestion and it took him a second to reorient himself.

"Why the fuck should I talk to her?" He asked.

"Because she's your friend. Or at least I thought she was." Rick remained silent at that declaration and Morty barreled on. "Do you think I didn't notice your guys' little sleepovers? That I wouldn't see how close you two got?"

"What the fuck are you trying to say?" Rick asked, tone dangerous.

"I'm saying that you need to stop beating yourself up, Rick. She makes you…she makes you happy, doesn't she?" Rick pushed himself up to a standing position and stomped away.

"You don't know shit, Morty." He hissed.

He stormed upstairs and made it to his room. He was about to go in but his eyes trailed over to Summer's room. Somehow, without realizing it, his legs had carried him to stand before her door. Should he knock, try to talk to her? He debated on his actions when he suddenly heard her voice as she spoke on her cell phone.

"I'm not sure if I want to go tonight." There was a pause before she continued. "Will Brody Samson be there?"

He heard her ask eagerly and something in Rick's chest clenched.

"Yeah, I know what he's like but—you know, I'm ready. Like ready, ready."

Rick grimaced and, hearing enough, he stalked back downstairs. He was in a foul mood all the way up till dinner and watching Summer looking unaffected by their previous argument upset him even more.

He gnashed his potatoes angrily and then nearly bit his tongue when Summer spoke up.

"Mom, I'm going out tonight."

He slammed his fork down. "I-I-I think that's a—it's a bad idea. Think of the alcohol, Beth."

"I'm not going to drink!" Summer yelled offended. Rick laughed without mirth and she narrowed her eyes. "I'm not a dead beat drunk like you." Rick stopped laughing and narrowed his eyes at her.

"Oh, yeah, sure. Give it a rest, S-sum-eurp-mer. Ev-ev-everyone knows you're not e-exactly—that you're obsessed with being popular."

Summer's voice was chilly as she responded. "What are you trying to say?"

"I'm saying that you would probably try to fuck me if you thought it would make you special." Rick knew he had gone too far the moment the words left his mouth.

"Dad!" Beth yelled, horrified.

"What the fuck, Rick!" Morty snapped, looking furious.

"That is not—I—" Jerry bumbled on stupidly, obviously unable to form a response. Rick kept his gaze on Summer. Her shock quickly crumpled to hurt and he watched in an almost detached manner as tears welled in her eyes. She looked so devastated by his words that Rick wanted nothing more than to punch himself in the face for putting that expression on hers.

Summer swallowed, jutted out her chin, and frowned at him even as her mouth quivered and her eyes shined with unshed tears.

"Fuck you."

There was so much hate in her words that Rick felt a small piece of himself wither and die. She stood up from the table and stalked away angrily. Morty followed at her heels. Beth and Jerry remained at the table, blindsided with how the evening had turned.

"Dad, I—"

"Not now, sweetie," He grunted and took another bite of his steak. "Just…not now."

He finished his meal and then left to the garage to work on something.

Except he couldn't focus on anything but Summer and when two hours rolled over with nothing to show for it, he snarled and tore out of the garage and stomped up to Summer's room.

She leapt up from the bed when he marched in and Rick could see, even from his distance and in the limited light, that she had been crying. He felt a pang of guilt that eventually died when she opened her mouth.

"What the hell do you want?" She asked and Rick wanted nothing more than to strangle her at her tone.

"I want to talk about—about fucking Brody Samson." He spat and marched until his legs were pressed against her mattress.

Summer's eyes narrowed and she crossed her arms.

"What about him."

"You think he wants you for anything more then sex?" He hissed and she frowned.

"Well, at least someone will want me for that."

He froze, expression shifting to cold fury and he loomed over her threateningly.

"Don't fuck around with me, Summer," He growled.

Summer laughed haughtily and then tilted her chin up at him in defiance.

"You made it perfectly clear that you don't want me to fuck with you."

His jaw clenched and he could feel his anger rising to new heights.

"Y-y-you know what—you can—you go ahead and sleep with that fucking—that piece of shit kid. Don't come crying to me when he drops you like the sorry sack of shit you're turning out to be."

"Get out!" She yelled at him. He didn't need to be told twice as he stalked out of her room.

He had just made it to his own room when in a sudden burst of rage he punched the wall.

"Fuck!" He yelled. "Fuck."

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Summer waited till twelve rolled around when she finally snuck out. Her friends picked her up at the entrance of the neighborhood and gave her a bottle of Kinky to start the night off.

She chugged it down, the sweet taste doing little to hinder the burn as it traveled straight to her chest.

"Fuck yeah, Summer!" Someone yelled and she smiled and saluted with the bottle. They sped down the road until they finally made it to a house with a dozen cars parked in front of it. She could feel the base rattle against her body when she stepped past the door and her eyes did a quick sweep of the people assembled before latching on a tall blonde.

Maybe it was the recent argument or the Kinky but something spurred Summer to walk up to Brody and latch onto him.

"Hey—" Was all he was able to say before she was dragging him down for a kiss. There were catcalls all around and Summer ignored it in favor of the boy in front of her. When they broke apart for air he jabbed a thumb to the staircase.

"Want to take this somewhere private?" He asked and she nodded eagerly. His smile was charming as he lead her upstairs but every step they took made her increasingly nervous. He pushed open the first door and it was empty save for a bed and drawer set.

When he locked the door and looked at her with a smirk she began to regret her decision. When he kissed her along her throat and suckled against her neck she regretted it even more.

"Shit, you bruise easy," He commented and ran a thumb along the place he'd sucked against her skin.

"Did you leave a hickey?" She asked aghast and he chuckled.

"Um, yeah, like five."

Fuck, she thought. Rick's definitely going to notice.

She was immediately upset with herself because here was Brody fucking Samson and she was still thinking about Rick. Brody gently nudged her to lie on the bed and Summer stared at the ceiling as he crawled atop her and continued to kiss along her neck. She wondered how Rick would've done it if he were the one on top of her.

She cursed her thoughts and angrily turned until she was the one on top of Brody. He looked surprised but pleased.

"Somebody's eager," He joked and she leaned down to cover his mouth with his more to shut him up then any actual desire to kiss him. She ground her hips against his and he whimpered into her mouth.

Ugh, she thought and then wondered how long she could keep this up. When his hands began roaming along her ass, she reached down, grabbed them, and then pinned them above his head.

He moaned against her mouth as she continued to ground against him. She was just finishing up her pep talk when Brody suddenly seized up and gave a long moan. She jerked back and looked down.

"Did you just cum?" She asked, exasperated.

"Fuck, sorry!"

She sighed and fell to the side of him.

"Seriously!?" She yelled to the ceiling and then threw her hands to cover her face.

"Ah, yeah, um—did you—did you want me to finger bang you?" Summer cringed at the term and shook her head.

"No, let's just…let's just forget this whole thing."

She felt like crap when she finally got home. Her head was pounding and she could feel her eyeliner and mascara running down her cheeks. She debated on taking a shower but decided she was too exhausted to do anything but fall head first into her bed. She quietly crept up the hallway and took extra care while passing Rick's room.

Summer really didn't want to have a conversation with him yelling at her for disobeying him.

Pushing her own door open, she froze when her eyes adjusted to the darkness.

Rick lay on her bed, legs crossed at the ankles and an arm resting beneath his head. His flask was in his hand and he frowned at her as he took a sip.

"Where were you?" He asked and it was like the calm before a storm. Summer felt a pit of fear in her belly at his tone but then her own anger pushed forward and stamped it down.

"Out," She said caustically and pushed her door closed. She shrugged out of her leather jacket and Rick frowned when he could make out the dark bruises of a hickey along her neck. He takes in her disheveled hair and smeared lip gloss and the calm is gone, replaced now with reproach.

He pushed himself up to stand and strode towards her with a scowl on his face. He backed Summer into the door and the door knob dug into her back uncomfortably but her pride had her glaring right back at him.

"You slept with him?" He asked, stooping a little to bare down on her with the full force of his anger. Summer crossed her arms and met his eyes coldly.

"Yeah."

The lie left her mouth easily and she watched a fire light up in Rick's face as his teeth clenched together in restrained fury. A muscle ticked in his jaw and she saw his fists shake with what she could only describe as rage. She huffed in realization.

"Are you…are you jealous?" She asked. He remained silent.

"You're the one who told me no! You said we couldn—" The words were halted as Rick's lips crashed against hers. It wasn't pleasant like the last time. It was all teeth and tongue and Summer thought it was a million times better than the sweet kiss Brody Samson had given her only an hour ago.

"Fuck," He muttered against her lips. "Fuck," He said as his hands dragged along her waist to settle on her ass. He pulled her tight against him, grinding his hips incessantly against hers, and Summer was shocked to feel how hard he already was.

"I…Grandpa Rick…" She breathed out, heat rising to her face even as it pooled low in her belly.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked as he hoisted her up by her ass. Her legs wrapped around his waist and he groaned into her hair. He walked them back till her back was pressed against her door.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked again and she shook her head.

"No," She said, and squeezed hard. His reluctance fell away as his head fell against her neck. She could feel his tongue run along her neck, teeth sinking into the flesh that still carried marks from Brody.

"Fucking dumbass," He growled against her throat. "Thought he could mark what was mine." Summer moaned against him and one of his hands slid down her waist and dipped beneath her pants.

His fingers brushed against the lace of her panties and something jumped in her stomach as he brushed against sensitive skin.

"Rick," She moaned and that was all the encouragement he needed as his fingers slid past the lace and ran down her slit until he found her opening.

"Fuck, you're so wet," He said, and then plunged a finger inside her cunt. Summer gasped, having never before had someone else touch her so intimately.

"That's right, baby," Rick cooed with a lascivious grin as he worked her. It was only when his thumb found her clit that Summer cried out in ecstasy. She quickly bit down on Rick's shoulder to muffle her cries and he chuckled even as she clenched her jaw hard.

Something tight coiled deep inside her and her legs clenched around it until finally it released. Her eyes slid shut and she gasped around the sensation. Her legs shook around Rick's waist and her arms grew limp. The only thing holding her up now was the wall and Rick's arms.

"Feel good, baby?"

"Great," She breathed out. Rick chuckled at her and then turned and walked her to her bed. He put her down and Summer was quick drag him on top of her.

"W-w-wait—I gotta—gotta take off my pants first," He said and pressed a kiss to her lips.

"I didn't sleep with him," She blurted out and he halted. He rested his forehead against hers and looked into her eyes as he kissed her sweetly.

Summer's heart swelled at the action and she slid her pants and underwear down as he shimmied out of his. He looked down at her and his eyes roamed over her exposed skin in a way that made Summer skin heat.

"Take your shirt off," He said and Summer cocked her head at him coyly.

"You first."

He slid his lab coat off and then his blue sweater. Summer raked her eyes over him unabashedly as he stood in front of her, completely nude.

The first thing she noticed was his dick because goddamn that sucker was huge. But after that she noticed everything else; the thatch of silver hair on his chest, the way his arms flexed, the broadness of his shoulders, the edge of his jaw, the cocky lilt in his smirk and the dimple that resulted from it.

She was overwhelmed for a second, struck into silence at the man before her.

"Like what you see?"

"You're beautiful," She said and then blushed at her own admission. Rick looked surprised at her declaration and she watched as a tinge of red graced his cheeks. She smiled, happy and proud at being able to make the Rick Sanchez blush. She slid her top off and then her bra and laid exposed.

"You're fucking beautiful," He told her, raw honesty in his voice and Summer thought, fuck. Fuck, I love this guy.

He crawled atop her and kissed her again.

"You sure you want to do this?" He asked and she nodded her head eagerly.

"Yes, yes, I want you." The look he gave her at that made her head spin and the only thing that dragged her back to reality was when his hard dick prodded against her entrance.

"Fuck, fuck, you're so wet—so wet for me, huh?" She moaned and nodded. He pushed the tip in and Summer whimpered at the sting. Rick stopped and placed a soft, lingering kiss on her mouth.

"Don't worry, baby. It'll—It'll be the best you'll ever have." He told her and though he wore a lewd smirk there was a promise in his eyes. The promise sent her blood boiling and she crushed her mouth against Rick's in a searing kiss.

He rocked against her, keeping it shallow, and Summer moaned into his mouth.

"Ahhh damn, Summer, you're so fucking tight," He told her.

The sting soon gave away to pleasure and Summer wrapped her legs around his waist drawing him in closer.

"That's right, baby," He hissed. "Doing—doing so good. Ahhh, so fucking good." He was thrusting into her deeply now and Summer's arms wrapped around his neck to draw him further in. His head dipped down and she gasped as his tongue found her nipple.

"Oh my god," She whimpered as he began to suckle at her breast. Her legs tightened around his hips and he slid his hands beneath her to grip her ass. She moaned and arched and she could feel him smile. When he finished on one side he returned the favor on the other side and then he reached back up to press against another kiss to her lips.

He dragged her by her ass and their hips were flush with every slow thrust he did. Pleasure coiled in her and it tightened with every thrust and Rick seemed to know she would be reaching her climax. He watched her intently as her eyes fluttered with pleasure and her arms tightened around his neck.

"Yeeeaah, Summer, y-you can—come for me, baby." And she did, pussy spasming and contracting and sending waves of pleasure throughout her body. She moaned Rick's name and he grunted and sped up until finally his dick pulsed inside of her. He leaned in to kiss her again before slowly pulling out and rolling to the side.

They breathed raggedly next to each other and reality suddenly crashed around them with her next words:

"Are we fucked up?" She asked, words hollow. Rick turned and drew her tightly into his embrace.

"Maybe, probably, b-but you know—I-I don't—I don't really give a fuck." He said and pressed a kiss to her temple. "You make me happy."

She gave a watery laugh and turned so that her head was tucked under his chin.

"You make me happy, too."

END

Fell into the SumRick pit of hell and decided to contribute a 10K word one shot of this sin pairing. Send me SumRick trash on my tumblr blue10spade.

*Summer thinks he's talking about Unity but he's actually apologizing about what he said to her.

*My mom actually was voted prom queen three times. Like, how the hell?