Miami Rickmorty

“We- we got so fucking high, dude. Rick has the best shit in like 763 dimensions.”

Lots of drugs and lots of sex.

“I think... maybe we shot a guy.”

You know, that sounds vaguely familiar but I don’t remember finding a body.

“¿Honestamente? No.” He replies, and Morty scoffs and shifts his weight slightly so he can lean up onto his knees, wrapping his arms around Rick’s shoulders.

His palms lay flat against Rick’s chest, and his lips press a gentle kiss to the nape of his neck.

“Estoy aburrido.”

“Comportarse.” Rick chuckles, and Morty sighs.

As if he can sense Morty’s growing ire, and subsequently Rick’s, the mans rambling dies down and he holds out a leather briefcase.

“Twenty five, like we agreed.” He says, and Rick takes it and pops the case open, quickly counting.

When he deems it correct, he nods to Morty. Morty holds up their own brief case, identical to their clients, and hands it to the large man. He pops it open, inspects it for half a second, and then closes it and grins at Rick.

“Pleasure doing business with you, Sanchez.”

Morty is silent as he leaves.

“Oh Dios mío.” He says, sitting back on the convertible and spreading his legs slightly so Rick has a place to stand when he turns. “I thought he’d never shut the fuck up.”

“Never usually does. I think he noticed you were getting... antsy.” He says as he turns, taking the bait and stepping between Morty’s legs.

His hands lightly rest upon Morty’s thighs, and the younger man giggles softly. His hands slowly slide up Morty’s body, up warm strong thighs and a toned stomach, all the way up his arms to his wrists. He grabs them and pins them to the hood, and Morty groans softly.

“What’re you gonna do to me, officer?” He purrs, and Rick chuckles softly, leaning down to crush their lips together.

Morty whines, pressing up into it. Rick’s kisses have always been his weakness, and it doesn’t seem like that will ever change. When they part Rick steps back and heads for the drivers side door, briefcase clutched firmly in his hand.

“Come on, let’s get home.”

“Can I suck your cock while we drive there?” Morty asks as he slides off the hood, and Rick groans softly.

“We have a penthouse apartment! It has a beautiful ocean view!”

And tons of security. I practically own the whole building.

“El Gato Loco. Sounds silly, I know, but it’s a great place. The owner is actually a good guy, and so is the manager, so I don’t mind going in to work.

“You- you’d be right about that. Even if we didn’t have millions in our pockets because of Rick’s arrangement, we’d be able to live comfortably off what I make in a week for dancing.”

People- everyone here is fucking thirsty and Morty is a sun-tanned bleach blond twink with legs a mile long. He’s irresitable to them.

“And to you.”

But not for the same reasons. You’re irresistible to me because I love you. Even when you were pale and had brown hair a-and no self confidence, you were the light of my life- are you crying?

To make it long story short? Drugs.

“He’s a druglord and basically has the entirety of Miami in the palm of his hand. We weren’t kidding when we said everybody knows not to fuck with either of us.”

You vaporize someone for touching Morty and everyone learns their lesson real quick.

“Nothing terribly good yet, mostly just swirls and colours and shapes while I get used to it. I’ve painted a couple of sunsets on him, a beach, and sometimes I just paint reasons I love him all over him until he’s completely covered.”

Those ones usually end up in snuggles and ruined sheets because I’m too impatient to wash the paint off.

“He’s not wrong, we go through a lot of sheets.”

Does a blowjob count?

“RICK!”

Heh heh. We made breakfast this morning, and Morty got me a necklace with our initials and anniversary carved into the pendant.

“And Rick got me a new fur coat and a diamond bracelet and new earrings! The bracelet is engraved, it says ‘Forever and Always, Dutchess’ and our anniversary.”

He cried.

“I- I dance, and Rick has a... business.”

Aside from that, we sometimes- we go to the beach, occasionally we go into space.

I didn’t have my portal gun anymore. Beth smashed it when we were fighting.

“We- when she kicked us out we stole a car and just... drove. Just drove and drove, until we reached Miami.”

I knew it was far enough a-and random enough that nobody would think to look here for us.

I do! He likes it when it grows in for some reason, but whenever he needs it redone I help him out.

“I want to do a blue streak next time.”

Why?

“So people know who I belong to.”

Jesus.

“No, but real close.”

“Damn right.”

No estoy de acuerdo, creo que es al revés. Right, princesa?

“Fuck, Rick that’s- that’s not fair!”

Oh? Says the one calling me papi?

“..... Joder.”

“Oh, I- I’m not in school anymore. I uh.. well- well I learned a lot from Rick! I tried teaching myself a little using google and dictionaries but they don’t really help with pronounciation.”

And I was all too happy to teach you, mi gatito.

“Eres un buen maestro, papi.”

“We do. I love him more than anything. I- I don’t know where I’d be without him.”

At home with your sister.

“Rick..”

Lo siento, cariño.

“Te quiero, Rick. Estoy feliz aquí contigo. No regrets, remember?”

“I....”

I’m sure she doesn’t think that, baby. She knows you love her.

“Mom uh.. mom found out about Rick and I and kicked us out.”

She was none too happy. She- first she thought I was forcing myself into Morty, and Morty tore a strip off of her. Then she told us both to get the fuck out before she called the police.

“I- we tried to go back for Summer, but mom caught us. Maybe it’s better for her there. I don’t- I wouldn’t want to wrap Summer up into our lives here.”

It’s a good life, but it came with a price. Sometimes it’s dangerous. Nobody dares fuck with me, nor with Morty because they know I would kill them. But the more people involved, the harder it gets to protect everyone.

“Yeah..”

“We... I don’t know..”

We haven’t seen the rest of them in years. I- we don’t know how any of them are. Summer used to help Morty dress up.

“Yeah..”

Sorry, querido.