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So now here was Morty sitting at the dinner table with his whole family including his boyfriend/situationship/he doesn’t really know what their relationship is.
Summer’s friends had left when things got awkward after the fight. Morty is glad they’re not here so that he could get more embarrassed.
Rick had been the one to suggest that Evan stayed for dinner, clearly trying to pick a fight. Rick had gotten over his giggle fit and now fully took in the fact that his grandson's boyfriend was sitting at his table. Rick had been glaring at Evan for the ten anticlimactic minutes they had been sitting at the table for.
“So, umm how did you two meet?” Jerry stuttered out, trying to make small talk. Morty could tell that Eve had tensed at the question by the way his shoulders somehow squared more than they usually were. Also by the way he gripped his thigh, hand high on his leg. Morty was thankful he hadn’t changed into pants and was still wearing shorts that hiked up high when he sat, or when he bent down a little, or really when he did anything. Eve was also thankful for this.
“It’s a long story,” Morty explained trying not to cut to deep.
“How about you start where he tried to kill you and when he killed hundreds of other Mortys. Or you could go from when he tried to kill you a second time and when he became basically the Hitler of the Citadel,” Rick carped. Quiet mumbles and gasps were heard around the table. Morty fumed.
“Rick! Stop picking fights with everyone!” Reprimanded Morty. Eve’s hand on his thigh squeezed to calm him.
“Morty it’s okay, as much as I hate agreeing with a Rick but he’s right. I was pretty bad to you when we first met,” Eve touted.
“More like for the first six times you’ve met,” Rick murmured to himself.
“Rick!”
The dinner continued with questions and vague answers.
“What did Rick mean by ‘Hitler of the Citadel’?”
“Ummm, what do you think he means?”
The two boys answered to the best of their abilities, Eve did most of he talking. Morty thinks Evan made a good impression with his compliments to Beth’s food and being complacent with everyone, including Rick somehow.
Evan really didn’t care what Morty’s family thought of him, he was only thinking of his hand currently on the inside of Morty's thigh. Throughout the dinner Evan had been methodically slipping his hand closer to the inside of his thighs. He could feel Morty slightly trembling at every caress of his thumb. He was so cute when he whimpered and squirmed.
Evan glanced around the table, taking everything in. His eyes stopped on Rick who was glowering at him. Rick dropped his fork under the table—very much on purpose—and went down to grab it. Evan gripped Morty’s thigh tightly which he clenched his legs together keeping Evans hand from dipping lower. Morty flared at him, locking eyes together.
“Who the — do you think you are! Groping my grandson in front of me!” Rick seethed across the table. Evan smirked back at him as everyone else got silent. “You little —! ¿Por qué te di una oportunidad con mi hijo? Morty ¡te prohíbo que lo vuelvas a ver!” Rick gritted.
“¡Abuelo, eso no es justo! Me trata bien y tiene en cuenta mis sentimientos. ¡La única razón por la que no te gusta es porque te hace quedar mal!” Morty spat back at Rick. The two started a heated yelling match in Spanish, confusing everyone at the table. Even Evan. He had forgotten to add a new translator on his eyepatch—which had broken during an outing of his—and he had left his own Rick before he could teach him the language. Even thinks that Rick was never planning on doing it in the first place so he could curse out the kid without him knowing.
“Solo intento protegerte de él! ¡Has visto la destrucción que ha causado él solo! ¿Por qué necesitas estar de su lado?” Morty was fuming about how Rick never understood the reason for Eve’s destruction.
“¡Porque lo hizo solo por tu negligencia, por tus problemas, que siempre descargabas en los demás! i¿Por qué no puedes alegrarte por mí solo por esta vez?!” Morty had started to tear up at the constant roar of their fighting.
“Enough from both of you!” Beth had stood up. “I don’t know what either of you are saying or when you had the time to teach Morty Spanish dad but it has got to stop! I don’t want you two yelling at each other in some language that nobody else understands!” Evan was concerned that them speaking another language was her biggest problem right now.
“You might understand it if you took the time to learn it,” Evan spit loud enough for everyone to hear it but not mention it as they were busy with other things.
“Some language. Some language! Beth, do you even understand where you come from!” Rick seems to turn his fury to the rest of the family. Not that Evan cares as he was too busy taking a weeping Morty up stairs.
He sat Morty on his bed and let him cry into his shoulder. Neither of them spoke a word. They didn’t need to.
After a few minutes his cries went from sobbing to snivels to mewls until he went quiet and Eve felt the entirety of Morty's weight on him. Evan pushed himself up against the backboard of the bed so that they could lay down comfortably. He looked down at the face on his chest, his eyelashes were long and touched his cheeks, which he now noticed were red with tear stains on them. He always looked so pretty even while crying, his eyes glazed over was a lovely sight to see. His deep eyes were always a lovely sight to see. They always seemed to change color in every environment, from blue to green to dark brown that was almost black. When Morty opened his bloodshot eyes to stare at Evan they were light grey-almost blue.
“Thank you,” he picked up his body to stare down at him, tilting his face to meet his right on. “For Everything.” He closed his eyes, which made Evan realize how much he missed them. How he could never be apart from them, not again.
He focused back in on the situation when Morty kissed him. He didn’t know it was happening till it hit him in the face, or mouth I suppose. He froze, not knowing what to do with his mouth, or body, or hands, or really anything. Evan was not as skilled as Morty was on account of putting aside relationships for most of his life up until now. Morty pulled away much to Eve’s distaste, looking at his dazed state.
“Oh-Oh My! I’m sorry, was that too fast? I just thought in the heat of the moment—” Eve quickly took any thought away from Morty when he finally came back to his senses and kissed him back. Morty seemed to freeze at Eve's advances but he perked up faster than Eve did. Happily kissing back. Evan, still not a hundred percent sure what to do with his hands, put one on Morty's hip and the other on his waist. Morty, pleased, hummed into the kiss, deepening it. Pulling away from the kiss Eve’s head felt light and hazy, staring at his lover with a rare small smile. Morty looked back at him with lidded eyes, putting a hand on his cheek.
“You won’t be needing this for now,” Morty slowly glided his hand up his cheek and took off Eve’s eyepatch. Eve had never let anyone take off his eyepatch as it was needed for him to detect danger and he needed it to use many of his robotic implants. He felt extremely exposed under those deep lidded eyes of Morty. And he relished in it immensely. He always used to tell himself to never trust anyone with his own safety but with Morty he always knew he could trust him in a fight or with his emotions, and he guessed now in bed at least.
Morty quickly pulled Eve back in, breaking his trance. Eve squeezed his side making him whimper, deepening the kiss. Eve was always surprised with how skilled Morty was with relationships, he usually was the shy and awkward one but now with him sitting on Evan’s lap towering over him. Eve was starting to feel drunk off of the whole situation.
Morty pulled away from Eve—leaving a spit trail that broke—to get air only to see his out of it look, it almost made him giggle at the glazed eyes of his lover.
“You okay?” he crooned.
“Better than ever,” Eve praised as he grazed his hands up Morty's hips and thighs. Morty hummed in agreement as he twirled Eve’s hair between his fingers.
They basked in each other's presence, staring in the other's eyes, sneaking small kisses, anything to get closer to the other. Which was almost impossible with Morty laying on top Eve, face to chest and neck.
“Morty, I’m sorry for what I said about your little relationship. He seems to actually like yo—OH WHAT THE FU—”
“RICK GET OUT OF MY ROOM!”