(Notes: Hello again, sinners! Here's the next tidbit of "But Words Can Never Hurt Me". Wrote this while listening to a TON of The Neighbourhood&Arctic Monkeys, heh. Enjoy, and write me a review so that I can improve/get your feedback! 3)

Chapter 2

The early morning light filtered through the blinds onto Rick's bed, and the smell of coffee and the faint hint of booze on the sheets roused Morty to consciousness. He found himself sprawled out, alone, and tangled up in Rick's blankets.
"H..huh?" He slowly sat up, allowing his memory to catch up with what had happened last night and how he'd ended up here, in Rick's room. In Rick's bed. Blushing lightly, he looked down, realizing that he didn't have a shirt on. "MORTY! Breakfast is ready!" Beth's voice rang out, and the teenager scrambled to find where he had tossed his yellow shirt. Tugging it on, he jumped off of the bed and headed downstairs to where everyone sat at the table eating breakfast.

Morty slid into his usual seat, taking the time to examine everyone's expressions carefully while piling pancakes onto his plate. Jerry ignored everyone, staring dumbly down at his tablet; he usually played some sort of balloon game at breakfast, looking up every once in awhile to make a snide remark. Beth looked exhausted as usual, but was half-heartedly engaged in a conversation with Summer, who was ignoring her phone for once to talk about some guy that she was seeing later that day. With a flutter of anxiety, Morty met eyes with Rick, who shot him a quick wink. Crimson, Morty looked away, busying himself with his food, "Are you okay, Morty? You look like you're running a fever." Beth commented, leaning over to place a hand on his forehead, "J..jeez, Mom, I'm fine! I just didn't really get sleep last night, y'know?" Rick faked a cough to cover his chuckle, and Beth leaned back, satisfied with his answer, "Okay sweetie, I have a favor to ask you." The teenager nodded a little too quickly, relieved that his mom never paid too close attention to him, and Beth continued, "Would you mind staying home today and keeping an eye on your grandpa? The rest of us all have plans for the day, and ...well, I just don't want Dad getting himself killed trying to do things by himself." Sighing, Rick leaned back, simultaneously pushing his plate away and opening his mouth to soothe his daughter's worries, "Sweetie, I'm.. I'm fine. I don't need a ba-aaaUGHH-bysitter." Morty pushed the food around on his plate to avoid looking at him, angry with himself for desperately wanting to be home alone with Rick. A flood of heat washed over him just thinking about it, and he began to sweat a little in anticipation of what he was about to say, "No, Rick! Mom's right, you-you aren't in a condition to be by yourself." Rick raised an eyebrow, giving him a rare faintly surprised look that made Morty's heart skip a beat.
"Eugh… whaaatever. Great pancakes, honey." Rick grumbled, getting up abruptly and carrying his plate into the kitchen, ruffling his daughter's hair on the way out. He might have pretended to be annoyed, but in reality, he was glad that his family, except Jerry, cared so much about his well-being. Half-smiling to himself, he sauntered with a little less fluidity than usual into the garage.

Within the next hour, each member of the Smith family headed off to run their own errands for the day, leaving Rick and Morty alone in the house for a while. For the first couple of hours, Morty mostly stayed in his room playing video games, too nervous to go down into the garage with Rick. He could barely bring himself to check on him around noon, when Rick needed to take his medication.
"Hey, Rick.. I um, got your medicine.." Morty did his best not to let his voice quaver, sticking his head into the garage to see what Rick was up to. The battered scientist sat hunched over at his desk, fiddling with some complicated looking device, and Morty hesitated to enter until he saw the man's hand wave him in. Placing the medicine onto the table, Morty swallowed nervously, hovering my Rick's side. The man shot him an annoyed side glance, "What, Morty? Are you- you gonna be weird about last night, or something? It was your idea to sleep with me." he said pointedly, his voice level. He ignored the pain medicine, choosing instead to finish off the mysterious liquid in his flask, and Morty took a second to figure out how he wanted to express his feelings, shifting his weight anxiously back and forth. "Damn, you're freaking me out. Spiiiit it out, kid." Rick sighed, swivelling completely in his chair to face his grandson. Morty had to stop himself from shaking again, unused to such rapt attention from the older man, "Last night was.. it was amazing, y'know? To be so cl-close to you, just.. God. You make me, uh..oh jeez, I can't believe I'm saying this." He paused, not wanting to stammer during the next sentence, and Rick continued to stare directly into the boy's face, "You make me feel safe, Rick. I never want you to leave me again, I mean, I was so scared without you here; even though life's has been more normal than.. than ever. I ...love you." Morty managed to say slowly, unable to meet the man's icy gaze out of fear that he would see disgust in the older man's eyes.

There was a drawn silence, in which Rick mulled over how to respond. Obviously, he knew he would have to be careful with the boy's feelings, "Jesus, Morty. You're like… some kind of lovesick teenager or something." Morty swallowed hard and trembled, too ashamed to make eye contact. He worried that even for Rick, an immoral asshole, this... this was a bit much. With a huff, Rick lazily reached out with both arms, pulling Morty rather forcefully onto his lap so that the boy was straddling him. Long, thin fingers forcibly turned Morty's head so that their eyes finally met. Rick wanted to drown in those brown eyes, startled and wide, and he smirked, "You have no idea what you're getting yourself into, Morty. I.. I'm a fucking intergalactic criminal. I'm dangerous, cruel, and I don't really give a shit about anything. Just.. what about that is attractive to y-you, huh?" Morty was startled, unable to speak; his mouth opened and closed like a fish, and his cheeks burned from being so close to Rick. "What's wrong, baby? C..cat's got your tongue?" The man drawled, grazing a thumb over the boy's lips. "No.. no way! I want this, Rick-ooOohhh, man..." Morty stammered, the pitch of his voice rising when Rick leaned in to messily kiss his neck., "That's pretty fucked up, Morty. I'm.. we're genetically related. Family. That's illegal on this planet." He continued pushing it, wanting the younger boy to be fully aware of the decision he was making; however, Rick was completely surprised to see the kid mimicking his smirk, suddenly confident, "Wh-what, Rick? You've done.. some pretty fucked up stuff, and... I-I bet that this is like... totally normal, y'know, in other dimensions."
"You ...sick fuck, Morty." Rick grinned, roughly pulling the teenager into a sloppy booze-tinged kiss. They locked lips, pulling back every once in a while to catch their breath. Morty slipped his hand underneath Rick's shirt, and ran his fingers gently, up and down the man's chest, constantly aware of the injuries beneath his touch. Rick, on the other hand, couldn't get enough of Morty; He hungrily bit and licked the boy's lips and neck, enjoying the feeling of Morty's growing erection grinding against his own as he did so, "I've.. I've wanted this for a long time, Morty." He hissed, taking time to nibble his lobes as he breathed into his ear, and the teenager bucked a little, unable to restrain himself from grinding into the older man, "M.. me too, Rick.." Morty mumbled, feeling himself getting close just from dry humping. He felt ashamed, knowing that Rick was so much more experienced than him. Sensing that the boy was on the edge, Rick chuckled and unzipped his pants in one fluid motion, "Heh, virgins. Soooo easy to please." he teased, but indulged Morty, finishing him off in only a few swift pumps. Morty moaned, watching the older man slowly lick his cum off of his hand as he rode out his orgasm.
"You owe me one now, kid." Rick rasped, with a sinister grin; Morty knew then that he had his work cut out for him later that night.

to be continued..