Deliver Us - Part Three
JFC I’m so sorry it took so long to put this part out. I struggled with it a lot actually. But ! I hope it was worth it. NSFW under the cut.
IF YOU THINK THERE’S A HAPPY ENDING YOU ARE SORELY MISTAKEN.
Just saying.
ALSO. The AMAZINGLY TALENTED AND WONDERFUL @rois-demain drew some absolutely spectacular art to accompany this final part! Please please go check it out because it’s absolutely stunning and really sets the mood for the second to last scene :’)
You can find that HERE.
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It'd been three weeks since that fateful day at youth group. Whatever had struck Rick to kiss Morty hadn't struck him again. Morty frowned, wondering if it'd ever happen again. If...if there would ever be a second chance for them. He thirsted for Rick's touch, mouth parched and dry as he imagined the elder priest's fingers curling around the back of his neck, fingering the little hairs that gathered. A phantom chill ran down Morty's spine at the memory, but he shook it off with ease. The days seemed endless, and each Sunday Morty found himself paying less and less attention to what Father Rick was saying, and more and more attention to the hand gestures he made as he spoke.
He looked at the hands and remembered how the slid down Morty's spine, tracing the bone and stopping right above the cleft of his ass, cupping his pert bottom firmly. Morty's eyes shut tightly, seemingly blending in with the rest of the church as they all bowed their heads to pray, but Morty was praying for something much much different.
The whole thing was fucked. It was stupid. He shouldn't have expected anything from Rick.
As his eyes opened they met with a hard stare of the man commanding the entire church. He swallowed, frozen, unable to tear his eyes away from the man who knew just how much power he had over Morty.
Rick seemed calm and collected, but his eyes betrayed his demeanor. He was affected too.
And Morty was not going to let that go unnoticed.