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Rick had pushed Morty too far. Morty could deal with a lot of Rick’s shit when it came to adventures. He could deal with Rick putting his life in peril, he could deal with Rick giving him humiliating tasks, but this, this was the straw that broke the camel’s back. He had manipulated and played with the young man’s emotions in an elaborate scheme just to get a pinch of dry crushed up alien herbs that Rick claimed gave a wicked good high at the expense of drastically reducing ones physical strength. The pair had made it to the hanger where Rick had parked the ship when he spun around and made one last remark about the look on Morty’s face when the brunette snapped. Morty lunged, talking his grandfather to the ground, hands around the older man’s throat and squeezing as he just unloaded his rage, just spitting out all the ways Rick had wronged him during this little trip. Rick grabbed at Morty’s writs, but found that thanks to the drug, he didn’t have the strength to pry them off. Rick was finding harder and harder to breath as Morty squeezed as he shout at Rick with tears in his eyes.
“I-I can’t believe you, Rick! I-I really thought you were dead back there! H-how could you! And all for some dru- to chase some high you felt like chasing today! You know how much I care about you, and you just-just used it like that?!? You son-of-a-bitch I-I-I…” Morty trailed off as he looked down at his Grandfather gasping and struggling in his grip. For a moment Morty thought he went too far until he felt something hard rub against his leg. He relaxed his grip enough for Rick to take a breath as he looked down at the old man. A slight blush could be seen on that man’s cheeks, and as Morty eye’s trailed downward, more signs of arousal could be seen on poking from under the blue shirt and brown slacks. Morty’s dumb-founded face shifted into a mischievous grin. He found himself in one of those rare moments where he could hold power over his superior.
Ricks eyes widen both from the drug and in realization as to what the look on Mory’s face meant for him. “Listen, Morty. I-If your thinking wha-URP-t I think your thinking, it can-it can wait until we get home. So just let me up and we can get on the ship and-Morty!” Ricks voice raised to a yelp as the younger man swiftly removed his lab coat and used it to bind his wrists above his head.
“No Rick, I-I’m calling the shots right now. And-and I say you owe me for everything you put me through. I’m not going to wait, not after discovering you have a thing for being choked.” Keeping one hand on his Grandfather’s throat and applying a slight pressure Morty lifted the blue shirt up high enough to expose the other man’s chest, and harshly pinched a nipple. Rick let out a gasp and writhed a bit under the touch, he liked it rough.
“M-Morty please, l-let’s just go home first and then you-URP- you can rail me as much as you can.”
“Oh? Are you afraid of getting caught or something Rick? Y-you too much of a pussy to be seen as a bottom in public instead of a top? Pretty weak, old man.” Morty taunted, he knew the one way he could get Rick to really go along with it, was to put Rick’s huge ego in question. Rick furrowed his brow and leered at Morty, “Bring it on, you little shit. Rick Sanchez is no pussy!”
Taking that as a cue to go on, Morty undid the belt from Rick’s pants and set it off to the side as he slid his hand under both pants and underwear to grab a hold of Rick’s erection that had long soaked the underwear that trapped it.
“Gee Rick, you’re already leaking. That’s kinda shameful, huh? Does THIS really get you off?” Morty asked, squeezing Rick’s bruised neck hard. Rick’s cocked throbbed and leaked a bit precum; he let out a strangled gasp. He couldn’t believe his dick was responding so much, it felt like he was a fucking teenager again.
Morty went ahead and removed the bottom half of Rick’s cloths; which allowed him to breath a little. Morty retrieved the tube of lubricant his Grandfather kept in one of the pant’s pockets before crawling back in between Rick’s legs. Usually whenever they did something like this, regardless of who topped, Morty would give Rick head. But after having Rick bring him to such a state of anger and frustration, he decided to bypass it and go for directly giving the scientist a good dicking. Morty smeared a generous amount of his manhood and wiped the rest around Rick’s entrance. He then grabbed the older man’s hips and roughly shoved himself inside. Rick let out a gasp and a low moan at the harsh intrusion. Morty gave a cocky grin at hearing the other man start to unravel beneath him. Having a moment of inspiration, Morty grabbed Rick’s discarded belt and looped it around his neck. The scientist gave strangles moan as he felt the leather tighten around his already tender neck. Morty began thrusting into Rick while alternating tightening and loosening the belt. Every time Morty pulled and tightened the belt, Rick would tighten and squeeze around him. He set a rough pace, chasing his own pleasure as he knew Rick was getting off to all the rough treatment from what he could hear.
“Oh Fu-GASP-ck M-morty! Har-GASP-der please! G-URK-Grandpa’s so close. P-pull it as…. -WHEEZE- as tight as you can when I cum.. I-I’m Be-GASP-begging you Morty!” Spurred on by Rick's moans, Morty thrusted his boyish hips against his elder’s backside as hard and fast as he could, his own orgasm almost in reach. He wanted to punish Rick by having him cum first, something Rick had teased him for constantly. Deciding to cheat, Morty took his free hand and squeezed just under the head of Rick’s manhood and pressed down harshly on the tip. Rick nearly screamed as he came but was cut off by Morty pulling the belt tight. Rick felt like his eyes were going to roll to the back of his head as his vision blurred as he had one of the most powerful orgasms he could remember. Morty felt Rick clench and squeeze around his sensitive cock, causing him to reach his climax and came inside the man he couldn’t live without. Before letting himself enjoy the afterglow, he loosened the belt and took it off Rick’s neck. There was a indent of the leather around Rick’s neck. Morty leaned over his grandfather and rested his head on the elder’s chest as relaxed.
It was about less then then ten minutes later when a noise disturbed Morty’s rest, and he whipped his head around to spy an alien janitor walking along the hanger. Their eyes lock and Morty gave a glare Rick would be proud of. Sweating, the janitor quickly made a 180 and walked away briskly, whistling nervously to himself. Deciding he didn’t want to bee seen by anyone else, Morty pulled his pants back up and went to Rick. Giving him a shake Morty found that the scientist had passed out; whether it was from the intense orgasm or lack of air, he didn’t know. Morty gave a sigh of relief as he watched Rick’s chest rise and fall with his breath. After the scare he was given earlier, he was glad he didn’t accidentally kill Rick. Morty gathered his grandfather’s lower garments and belt and tossed them into the ship before, with some difficulty, hauling the scientist’s body inside as well. Morty laid Rick in the back seat before turning on the ship and setting the auto pilot to head home to earth. I would take some time to get there, hopefully enough for Rick to wake up and for both to come up with a story for the colorful marks on Rick’s neck.