FRIENDS AND MOOTS not my usual content BUT!!! for those of you going to MCRLA 4 check this out!! any help is appreciated and please follow @mcrla4fanproject on instagram for more information <3
FRIENDS AND MOOTS!!! for those of you going to MCRLA 4 check this out!! any help is appreciated and please follow @mcrla4fanproject on instagram for more information <3
I love i caught fire (I love all their videos honestly and I'd love to illustrate each one of them somehow)
Watercolor study of the same screenshots remains unfinished 🫠 i love watercolors dearly, but oil is way easier, I love pliable things I can play for hours, days and months with...
Chapter 5: Falling Behind
the one where Prime's got Rick real distracted. (~2240 words)
Fic Rating: Explicit🔞
Summary:
Somewhere in between galivanting across the multiverse with his interdimensional twin and studying for exams, Rick makes time to chase a girl. But when he contemplates the potential for an Earthly, domestic life-- and when his relationship to Rick Prime comes into sharper focus-- he realizes that one truth must exist without the other. Right?
A dive into pre-canon lore featuring character introspection, relationship dynamics, and plenty of smut, as is my wont.
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Chapter 5 posted under the cut if you'd like to read it here | 🔞cw for graphic smut
Chapter 5: Falling Behind
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“Shit, I’m definitely gonna be late for class,” Rick complained as he and Prime trudged into their apartment, dirt-covered and exhausted despite the hours they’d slept.
“You’re still going today? The fuck for?” Prime tried to sound nonchalant, but his questions were laced with irritation.
“I-I— I mean, like, what if I fall behind?” It wasn’t a convincing argument. Rick was clearly smarter than most, if not all, of his classmates. Any catching up was a breeze. But Rick wasn’t really considering the classwork... He didn’t want to miss out on his classes with Diane. The weekend had been a chaotic, confusing mess, and he was ready to slow down and ease back into the weekday routine.
“Whatever…” Prime muttered, turning sharply down the hallway to his room. The clear disappointment in his tone pulled at Rick’s chest, but he only hesitated for a moment before decisively turning toward his own bedroom to grab clean clothes. As he made his way back down the hallway toward their shared bathroom, Rick slowly realized the shower was already running. He wanted to throw something, furious at Prime’s audacity. He knew Rick was running late… Without really thinking, Rick threw the door open and stomped in.
“What the hell, man!” He started, but was immediately struck by the image of his cosmic twin, wet and naked, through the clear shower curtain. Fuck. It was a careless oversight. Rick knew fully well their curtain was see-through, but momentarily blinded by the wrathful urge to storm in and yell at Prime, he completely forgot.
“Well hey there.” Prime turned to face him, physique on full display, and Rick’s head started filling with static. “Here to join me?” Prime flashed him a sly, crooked grin. Rick tried to resist the urge to flick his gaze down to his double’s groin. He was tempted to say yes…
“Y-you know I— I need to get to class, Prime! I-I-I need the shower first!” He threw his clothes on the counter unceremoniously and crossed his arms, still carefully averting his eyes. “C’mon, get out.”
“Aww, don’t make me sad, now. Can’t we share?” Prime’s voice was syrupy and punctuated with a pronounced pout.
“No! Y-y-you asshole, come on…” but Rick was starting to lose the argument in his head. Technically speaking, they could share… and his thoughts of Diane were quickly being overtaken by fantasies of what Prime might do to him if he opted to hop in. Scowling outwardly as a means of keeping up appearances, Rick started undressing.
Prime’s grin deepened.
“See? You know you want to,” he encouraged.
Rick shot daggers at him and wordlessly shucked the rest of his clothes, heaping them onto Prime’s pile of discarded laundry.
“A-alright, scoot— scoot over,” Rick demanded, voice shaky.
Prime held the curtain open for him & he gingerly stepped in, catching the spray that glanced off his partner’s back straight to the face. Sputtering, Rick quickly covered his eyes while Prime chuckled at him.
“Here, come here.” Prime grabbed him by the shoulders and spun him around, then kicked his heart rate up several notches when he pulled Rick backward, tight against his chest, and whispered, “want me to clean you up?” in a tone that suggested filth. Rick tried to take a breath to steady himself, but choked on his own spit and started coughing. He could feel his double shaking against him, laughing again.
“Someone’s flustered,” Prime observed, voice low as he placed his chin on Rick’s shoulder. Rick swallowed thickly over the tickle in his throat, then nearly jumped out of his skin as he felt Prime’s lips pressed hot against the side of his neck. His body felt paralyzed though, frozen in place while his cosmic twin slowly kissed him down his spine. The spray of the showerhead replaced Prime’s kisses as he descended, relief for aching muscles, but Rick found himself disappointed that he couldn’t bask more in the sensation of each kiss. It took him a moment to realize where his twin was headed, but as he felt Prime’s lips against his asscheek, he jumped, grabbing for the wall so he wouldn’t fall over.
“Hey, whoa whoa, calm down,” Prime chided, gripping his hips from behind to help ground him.
“What–” Rick coughed a bit. “What are you doing?”
“Oh, come on. Don’t get shy on me now,” Prime purred as he made his way back to standing.
Rick tried to remember how he’d gotten himself into this situation. Was he showering with Prime out of spite? His nervous system was telling him otherwise as his twin pulled him flush with his body once more and he felt the distinct bulge of Prime’s junk against his ass. Rick’s face was heating up as Prime snaked his arms around his partner’s torso, sliding his hands up over Rick’s chest and tweaking his nipples, drawing a choked gasp from his lips.
“Prime–” Rick huffed. “We shouldn’t be–”
But Prime cut him off by quickly sinking his hands down to Rick’s hips, playing with the sparse hairs leading to his groin. Rick barely held back a whimper, desperate for his double to continue that tantalizing path downward. His dick twitched helplessly as blood rushed from his head.
“We shouldn’t be what?” He could hear the smirk in Prime’s breathy voice as he leaned back in over Rick’s shoulder.
“N-nothing,” Rick whispered, defeated, melting backward into his double’s body.
“That’s right,” Prime cooed. “We can do anything we want, you and me. We’re smarter than everyone around us–” He suddenly grabbed for Rick’s straining cock and dropped his voice, “We’re better than everyone else–” He started stroking slowly. “And we belong together.” There was a finality in his tone that pulled at the back of Rick’s mind, but he was too lost in the grip around his dick and the solid erection pressed against his ass. A hand around the back of his neck pulled Rick from his reverie and he sucked in a breath.
“It’s okay,” Prime reassured. “Trust me.” It was a promise, but Prime wasn’t a particularly trustworthy subject and Rick balked.
“What are– what are you doing?” Rick asked warily as his cosmic twin pushed his head forward, so that he was bent at the hips.
“Just enjoying this– enjoying you,” Prime murmured into his ear, grinding up against Rick’s ass.
“Oh!” Rick gasped, realizing the hand that had been stroking him was now busy spreading his cheeks, a finger pressed against his asshole. Everything was happening too fast. He clenched his teeth, steadying himself for some sort of pain, but Prime just gently massaged him, taking his time. Rick couldn’t remember why they’d be in any sort of hurry anyway, and the longer his twin spent pressing out circles against the tight ring of muscle, the more relaxed it became.
Prime leaned back over Rick’s shoulder to whisper in his ear. “You like that, don’t you?”
Rick couldn’t deny his bodily reaction, but he didn’t want to admit to it aloud. Eventually, he was desperate for some sort of penetration– probably ideally the finger, but he was starting to imagine Prime fucking him against the shower wall… and all of the the visceral sensations that would come with. He inadvertently moaned with relief when Prime finally pushed his finger about an inch deep.
“Oh, yeah?” Prime asked. “You want more?”
Rick nodded helplessly, adding a strained, “yeah,” for good measure, trying to make sure he was heard.
“How do we ask?” Prime countered, voice syrupy as he slowly pushed and pulled his finger, in and out. Rick wanted to be angry, but his desperation outweighed his shame.
“Please,” he mumbled, caught up in the cause-effect of agreeing and behaving, awaiting his reward. He was struck by a sudden lack of pressure and let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. “What–” but before he could get the question out, he felt a cold, sticky texture against his entrance and gasped softly when Prime’s lubed-up finger finally pressed all the way into him. After some wiggling and flexing, he felt Prime squeeze another digit in, fingering him slowly as he moaned with each inward thrust.
“Hmmm…” Prime hummed appreciatively. “Is that enough?”
Rick was about to scoff in frustration, but quickly realized he was just being prompted again.
“No…” He inadvertently pressed down against Prime’s fingers, subconsciously seeking more pressure.
“That’s what I thought,” Prime affirmed. But then he drew his fingers back and the pressure of his hand disappeared completely.
“Hey–” Rick started.
“Shhh…” Prime countered. “Here.”
Rick felt the heat before he noticed the pressure. He cried out– but it was a mix of shock and pleasure. He felt his muscles clench around Prime’s cock as his double gently rocked into him. There wasn’t a comparable experience. He felt overstimulated, yet strangely whole– like he was hovering on some completely separate, higher plane of existence.
“God, you feel so good, you know that?” Prime grunted into Rick’s ear as he pressed him closer to the wall with each measured thrust.
“Oh yeah?” Rick slurred, audacity and mounting desire overshadowing any lingering shame at what they were doing.
“Yeah, that’s right. And I’m gonna fuck you straight into this fucking wall,” Prime ground out. His thrusts were becoming deeper and more emphasized. Rick realized how sweet it must feel to be in Prime’s position, making him a little jealous but mostly just even more desperate. He wanted to hear more of his partner’s pleasure– to feel more of it too.
“Feels… so good…” Rick mumbled, feeling Prime’s tongue slide against his neck in response. “Uuuhn,” Rick moaned at the unexpected sensation and he felt himself clench around Prime again. His partner groaned, driving up into Rick harder and faster. Rick’s face was plastered against the glass block of the shower wall and the friction of the wet glass against his aching cock had him cursing and moaning some more as Prime’s ass smacked his own.
“Uunff– gonna cum,” Prime rasped. His movements became quicker and frenzied, before he lost the rhythm entirely and groaned, pulling Rick’s waist flush against his groin. Rick could feel the pulsing sensation of his cosmic twin cumming deep inside him. He grabbed for his own cock, stroking quickly to join his partner at the top, crying out as he covered the glass with ropes of cum.
Prime half-collapsed against Rick, pushing them both further into the wall. They were breathing deeply, recovering slowly.
“Sonofabitch, the water’s cold now,” Rick grumbled, but he wasn’t really angry, still in a daze.
“Still gonna go to class?” Prime teased. Rick’s heart sank to his feet. All of his feelings and plans surrounding Diane came flooding back with a wave of nausea.
“What time is it?” The sinking feeling deepened as he realized he was probably too late to catch the astronomy lecture.
“I dunno. Late enough that you can skip out,” Prime shot back.
“I– I should still go… I only get so many absences…” It was a weak excuse– Rick cut class all the time– but to go on adventures and gather data, not to get fucked in the shower.
“God, whatever,” Prime huffed, throwing back the curtain to grab a towel and step out of the shower. Rick figured he’d better actually get clean before heading to Earth, so he soaped up and rinsed off in the tepid water.
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As he piloted the ship toward their hidden terrestrial space port, Rick tried to ignore the lingering, pulsing ache that kept pulling him back into the memory of unfettered passion with his interdimensional twin. He prayed it would go away by the time he sat down next to Diane at their Robotics lab bench, though he had a feeling the guilt would stick with him regardless.
“Oh, hey, Rick! There you are!” Diane waved from their table. She was cheerful, as usual, but a slight dejection clouded her expression. Rick felt a wave of regret crest at the center of his chest. Why was she upset? Was it his absence from the astronomy lecture? Was he an egotistical loser for thinking that might even affect her? He swallowed around the lump forming in his throat while he spiraled.
“H-hey, Diane. How, uh, how’s it going?” He didn’t want to broach the topic of her mood unless she wanted to talk about it, so he kept his question vague and casual.
“I– well, it’s… it’s going okay... So, like, where were you yesterday?”
Yesterday? Sunday? Oh, wait… Rick nearly gagged as he reeled, reliving the past 24 hours as he realized he’d completely blown her off.
“Oh! Oh, shit…” There wasn’t anything he could tell her that wouldn’t be a lie. Where was he yesterday? Literally not even on the same planet.
“It’s ok! Don’t worry about it, m’kay? We can go this next weekend if you want?” Her bright, genuine smile and clear intentions were jarring in comparison to what he was subject to back home.
“That– that sounds great. Did you still wanna go shooting? We could do whatever,” Rick replied, trying to sound similarly nonchalant, even though he was both nauseous with guilt and could also somehow still feel Prime buried deep within him.
“Yeah, sure! I still need to get some practice in if I’m gonna pass my prereqs.” She winked at him and Rick felt something tearing inside him– ready to rip him in two.
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