#[[ I stg it's so much like them to pull this kind of shit x3 ]]

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@advnterccs sent: 13. thighs + 🐈 bored, to be noticed { To your Rick from my Rick fdshjk }

Lazy days were something that Rick rarely allowed himself. They were a relic of another lifetime, back when he was a different man, with different goals and priorities, without all the aching scars he bore now. He had hardly had any during the forty years he had spent chasing after the man who had blown his life to pieces. He didn't feel like he deserved to rest while the bastard was still gallivanting around the multiverse, merrily and unpunished. And he probably couldn't have done it even if he had tried, in any case.

Things had changed a bit once he had settled down with Morty and his family. Afternoons spent watching Interdimensional Cable had become part of his and the teen's shared activities, and so had the days at Blips and Chitz, devoted to wrecking everyone else's scores. He had rediscovered what having fun truly meant.

Not that he hadn't had with Squanchy and Birdperson and their band back in the days. They had had crazy adventures and even crazier party life. However, with Morty, the enjoyment came unburdened by the need to lose himself in alcohol and drugs and adrenaline, to stop thinking and to forget.

Yet, he had found himself experiencing real domestic bliss only after he and his counterpart had met and properly gotten together. As rocky as the start of their romantic relationship had been, and still was at times, for the most they had found their balance with each other and that allowed them to have times when the world disappeared and they were left, alone and undisturbed, in the warm comfort of their bubble of intimacy.

That day was a perfect example of this new addition to his routine. He had slipped out of bed a little earlier than he normally did, to make them breakfast and serve it to his boyfriend in bed. His other self loved that sort of gestures, so Rick jumped on every pretext to spoil him. It was one of the too many ways he showed his counterpart just how in love he was and how the feeling wasn't showing any sign of fading. On the contrary, it got more and more solid with every passing day.

They had taken their sweet time with the pancakes, even feeding some to each other as if they had been starring in some cliché romantic movie. At some point, by chance or on purpose, some syrup had dripped onto warm skin and that had been the perfect excuse to build up the heat between them until they were tangled in each other and quivering in pleasure.

Once their appetites had been satiated, they had lounged in bed, elapsing in a comfortable silence. His boyfriend had eventually dozed off, while Rick had started to tinker with a device he had built the night before.

As it happened more often than not, he had gotten so absorbed in his little project that he didn't even notice his counterpart stirring next to him, nor how those ice blue eyes had locked on him, in the vain attempt to get his attention. He had remained oblivious to it all, deaf to the low purring and the bore sigh that had left the other's lips. At least until his boyfriend's teeth had found the flesh of his inner thigh, delivering a quick but harsh nip.

The stinging that the bite left behind startled him back to the present and Rick almost dropped the tools he was holding. The confusion that had filled his expression, however, quickly turned into amusement as soon as his gaze landed on the pout that his counterpart was sporting.

Shit, he has no business being so fucking cute.

"B-Baby, what the hell?" He asked, but the tone of his voice was fond and his eyes were sparkling with laughter. "D-Damn, you really can't wait f-for me to finish?"

When the only answer he received was another nip, he made a show of shaking his head in fake exasperation, setting the device and the tools back on the nightstand with a theatrical sigh.

"F-Fine, if you really can't do without me...c-c'mere, lover."

The time of letting out a snort and his boyfriend was in his arms, bare chests pressing together and lips meeting in a slow, lazy dance of tongues.

Rick let out a hum, sinking a little deeper into their embrace. Who could have imagined that happiness tasted like hard liquor and sugary pancakes?