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Routines
If there's one thing Rick love in the world beside his over inflated ego, it was morning routines. The smell of mornings and the offer of a new day full of chaos and never ending madness as he prepare a toast for himself is everything he could ever want amd more. Just pure bliss to him.
Now though, he love morning for a whole new different reasons
It was only day 4 of having his Small Rick (he opted to call him small instead of slow) by his side and he was under his mercy already.
The smell of his shampoo on the other's hair as he turned and settle on his bed. The curling of his small frame closer to his much larher ones. The warmth of another living, breathing body that holds onto him so so desperately.
And that moment where he first open his eyes to see the same pale blue hair cradled in his chest, their feet tangled together, and a content smile on both their faces. It was heaven.
And waling the other up was as much as heaven as watching him sleep.
He starts by slow kisses. On the forehead, on the hair. Making his way down to his eyes and cheeks. And then Small Rick would stir slowly, a giggle at the base of his throat and a giddy smile on his lips.
Then he'd crack an eye open with low shriek of laughter, hugging Teacher Rick close to him. The other Rick would indulge himself further into the hug and kiss every part of his face and chest he could reach making the other laugh some more.
"R-rr ick!"
He still couldn't quiet say Rick's name right and always ended up rolling the r and ending with "ick". Not that he mined though, it was cute in a way.
And so they would cuddle some more and playfully kiss each other some more. Kissing was strangely a fast development in their relationship. After kissing Small Rick's kiss during graduation, Teacher Rick found himself doing it a couple more times and soon enough, Small Rick started initiating kisses too.
Of course, they haven't kissed on the lips. Yet.
Few more minutes of playfulness in bed and Rick would finally get up, scooping Ricky (another sweet nickname he'd given Small Rick) into his arms and settling him on his hip.
They trudge out of the room with Ricky clingy on his shoulders sleepily and making their way to the bathroom for morning routines.
First was washing their face. It was early on that Rick figured out to help Ricky in a lot of what needs to be done. So he did and he surprised himself by finding out how he didn't mind it one bit.
He placed the smaller one on the closed toilet seat before placing a towel on hid chest and guiding his face down the sink for him to wash.
Ricky used to hate it but quickly found himseld enjoying it as Rick's calloused fingers made quick work of gently scrubbing his face.
He'd pat Ricky dry and continue to wash his own face and then helping the smaller piss before pissing himself.
Finally, he carried the smaller of them again into the next room, the closet. Frankly, he didn't even need to carry him around. They are both well aware that Ricky can walk perfectly but the warmth and closeness was too much to just pass.
After entering the enormous closet, one of the perks of being on of the few teachers in the Citadel (and formerly a member of the council of Ricks), He sat Ricky down a plush chair and picked up a few clothes for him
"What do you wanna wear, bug? We're going to the mall today" He asked despite already knowing the answer. Ricky was quick to smile brightly and toss his hands on the air in joy, "Yellow!"
Rick grinned fondly before pulling out a yellow shirt, this time with the correct size, and blue overalls for Ricky to wear and soft blue sweater and black slacks for him. Of course with his brown vest.
He dressed himself and Ricky before pulling his hair in a loose bun and brushing Ricky's hair with a few kisses here and there.
Finally, they both walk into the kitchen hand in hand to eat breakfast. On days like this where Rick opted to lay in bed longer with his Ricky, he set up a self cooking robot in the kitchen that will automatically get to work if you don't show up in the kitchen on time.
By the time they were sitting down on the dining table, the robot has placed all freshly cooked meale on the table and has gone back to its charging vessel.
"Bye-bye weobbi!" Ricky waved as the robot inched away with a dmall wave of its own. Rick's smile softened at the inability of the other to correctly call it a robot. It was all rather charming.
By that time, Small Rick is finally energized enough to start talking his head off of things he wants do or try. Teacher Rick would just nod and add his own ideas as he help in cutting down his pancakes while they eat breakfast comfortably.
Yea, Life was good.
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It was time they opened the Morty Academy once again as new sets of Mortys came hurtling down tge Citadel drain. And once again Rick was asked to be the Teacher.
Which means two things: A better looking paycheck and new morning routines
As Rick had finally decided, he won't be leaving Ricky alone in his house, or even at a Morty Place for someone else to look after. He just couldn't trust those kinds of places.
Instead, they'd start leaving inside the Academy again only this time, Ricky won't be attending as a student but rather as his "Morty" which meant that he can take him anywhere he wants.
They moved in a week before the Academy officially starts in a bigger room to fit both of them. They'd start morning quite the same only this time with less time to kiss and more time to move.
Rick has asked them to tailor a mirror of his own clothes for Ricky to wear and he couldn't be any happier to seeing him wear it all the time since he got it.
Ricky can't be any happier as well with his new clothes and although it wasn't yellow, it was from his Rick so he guessed it would suffice.
When classes finally started once again, it was always a battle of pulling Ricky out of bed and Ricky pulling Rick back to bed whoch always ended the same way. Both of them laughing and coddling, kisses given affectionately until Rick notices they're running late which makes them bolt out of bed and forces them to bring their sandwiches to work.
Still, life was good though. Instead of seating at the far back of the classroom, Ricky found himself seating by the Teacher's desk as Rick lectures in class.
Ever so often, he'd grunt and whine softly in impatience and Rick would notice and would give the class something to do (maybe a five page worksheet if he's feeling like a dick) before sauntering off to the Teacher's table, picking Ricky by his waist and letting the smaller guy straddle him as he sat back on the chair.
He'd pet and coddle him until all little nervous ticks of him vanishes and he is left with a sleepy little Ricky.
With a soft smile that he hoped no one would notice, but every Morty would notice anyway, He'd kiss the other's hair, forehead, eye, and then his cheek before continuing lecture with a softer voice and his Ricky still straddling him on the chair.
When classes finish, Ricky would be awake by then and they'd be walking out of there like they used to back in the days. They would make their way back into their room and Rick would make then dinner, anything that Ricky wanted.
After dinner, they'd wash up and curl into bed watching the intergalactic cartoons that Ricky love so much or that science inventing channel that they both find interest in.
On some occasion, they'd head into the school's mini laboratory to work on some new cool inventions or just to play around with the formulas.
Ricky loves that part as much as Rick does. Aside from obvious mental issues, Ricky seems to be doing awfully good at formulas and had once even manage to make a portal gun for fun.
Rick's pride for the smaller guy bloomed in his chest when he found this out. He guessed that no matter how slow a Rick is, he is still a Rick through and through.
And by the time they are both tired from the garage and had done their ideas (It would sometimes be sprinkle pooping robot- courtesy of Ricky) They would crawl into bed and wrap each other in their arms.
Soft kisses and featherlight touches are given as they both found themselves sinking into the comfort of unconsciousness. Soon enough, they're both fast asleep with the sound of Night Shift Ricks working outside.
It was three more months into this routine when they had finally kissed on the mouth
But that's a whole new story
For now, life is good. Life is really good.