Last Hope

This is....also a dedication to my very close friend, He's going through some tough times. Hope you like it, brat.

Warning: UN-EDITED! It's filled with crappy spelling errors.

Last Hope

Slav chugged the bottle of vodka, clanging the bottle loudly against the mahogany counter. His eyes were unfocused as he stared unsteadily at nothing in particular. "Same old shit" He cursed and he again raised the bottle of vodka to his lips, taking another swig of it before slamming it back down once more. He sat in one of the town's most popular bars and yet no one noticed him, it was always like that. No one noticed his sorrow, his agony, his pain or despair. He was alone and he was bloody sick of it. "Damn it" He cursed and he banged his head on the table in anger. "Why can't…anything just work out…?" He whispered, leaving the question to deaf ears, of course no one heard him, no one ever did. He sniffed, whiping the back of his hand across his tear-filled brown orbs as he glared at nothing in particular. He felt lonely and he was tired of coming here, surrounded by the noise only to be alone.

Giving his head a shake as he Pushed his chair back he headed for the door, swaying in his step before he lost his balance, banging into the door on his way out. He didn't know where he was going but anywhere was better then here. He cursed again, the music from the club dimmed drastically as he stumbled away from the door and it shut behind him. Ahead of him was a dark back alley and Slav screamed in despair, tossing the nearly empty bottle of vodka at the street, he hardly spared it a glance as it shattered to pieces on the ground and he stumbled into one of the dark alleys that lined the street. He groaned, gasping as he tripped over his feet, falling flat on his face. Slav didn't bother moving from where he fell he just laid there, letting the tears silently roll down his cheeks as curled into a ball, unable to move and nor did he really want too. He hurt, physically, mentally and emotionally and he just wished it would all fucking end. "I don't wanna live…." He whispered to himself.

As he laid there, he began to doze off and into a world of his own, he didn't even hear the sudden footsteps close in on him. He rolled over some, barley noticing the tall, yet well-built man peer down at him. Slav's eyes rolled back into his head and he fell limp on the ground, the alcohol taking its toll on his weakened body as he fainted.

By the time Slav had woken up, he was nearly sober, suffering a rather nasty hang over. He grunted, struggling to move, his eyes blurred from sleep and he reached up to wipe them clean, finally taking a look around. He felt confused upon seeing his surroundings. "Where….?" He murmured and looked at his lap, clenching the rather thick royal blue comforter to his chest.

"My home" A rather deep voice said, walking into the room. He held in his hand a bottle of Advil and a glass of water, both of which he handed to Slav. "You're in my home." He repeated, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. He looked up, giving him his infamous grin. " You probably don't know me but hey, you just might" He murmured and he waved slightly, pulling a leg to his chest. "Name's Jason." He told him. "Jason Riley"

Slav eye's never left he man's half naked body, eyes trailing his chest before they travel up. A frown appeared and he looked at the water and pills he was handed, shrugging some, he took two and swallowed them with water before setting them aside. "Jason…." He murmured and he abruptly sat up. "Riley?! The Riley? As in…mayhem Riley?" He questioned though his own voice made his spin and he sat back with a groan of displeasure. He shook his head, gazing at the wall. "Why would you save me?" He whispered.

Slav heard the deep chuckle that came from Jason and he arched a thin brow at him. "Why do you laugh?" He whispered, he didn't want more people and especially not this person making fun of him. "Who cares if I like men…?" He murmured and he wrapped his arms around his body, the tears gathering in his eyes again. He refused to cry. "Why me….?" He murmured.
Jason watched the scene play out in front of his eyes, not once uttering another word as he listened; his own brows were furrowed in displeasure. It disappointed him on how someone could treat someone like that. He kicked off his sneakers, paying no heed as they hit the ground. He crawled over the bed and comforters and hesitantly he pulled the boy in his arms. "I am that Jason Miller." He told him and he stroked his hair. "And, I don't care if you like guys" He assured him. "Actually….." He trailed off, giving himself a moment to gather his thoughts as he rocked Slav against his chest. "I've been watching you for some time…" He told him.

Jason moved a bit so Slav could see him and he looked into his eyes. "How else do you think I found you?" He suggested and he smirked, winking at him. "That bar you frequent every night….I'm usually there." He told him. "I've watched you but I was afraid to say anything…" He admitted and he looked away, wishing he had spoken earlier, when he arrived last night and he hadn't been there, he freaked out.

Slav sniffed, he rubbed his eyes again and he looked up to him, being in Jason's arms had been a dream and he was very much terrified that this, was a dream and not reality, after all reality was never nice to him. Why would he ever get so lucky as to end up in his crushes arms? He didn't say anything, didn't want to speak…didn't want to know.

Jason never took his eyes off him and sighed. He contemplated on how to explain to the boy what was on his mind. "I…thought you died you know…" He told him and shrugged some to pull it off. "I'm glad you didn't." He added, getting a little frustrated when the boy didn't a say a word to him.

Jason continued to shake his head at him and then paused, a grin on his face. "Ah…." He murmured and he watched Slav's petite form. "You're looking for an Angel, a knight…someone to save you." He confronted, when he got no answer he assumed it was a yes. "…..You name?" He asked.

"Slav…" The boy murmured, his voice was quiet now and his dyed auburn hair covered his eyes from view as he looked down, he said nothing to neither confirm nor deny the man's words.

Jason nodded. "Well then…Slav….I want to be that person." He stated and he gave Slav a gently push to the chest, pushing him to the bed, moving he straddled his legs, crawling until he sat just near his hips. His hands rested on Slav's cheek as the boy shifted under him in shock.

Slav's eyes were large, confused but a sudden hope born out of the pain sprang in them and the crystalline tears had returned, he'd wanted to hear those words, just that someone wanted to save him. He gave a shy nod of his head, his cheeks seemed to brighten some in colour as realization started to settle in.

Jason smiled; he brushed a hand across Slav's forehead, moving Slav's bangs. "Will you allow me to be?" He whispered, placing a soft kiss on Slav's forehead.
Slav reached up, allowing himself that once of hope that would it turn into something more. He grabbed at Jason's shoulders and he pulled him down, pressed his body against his. He was shaking some but he nodded. "Yes…yes, please" He whispered, half- begged from him. "Show me." He demanded. "Make me believe"

Jason chuckled. "My pleasure" His voice had turned husky in less then half a minute and his head descended on Slav's. His lips caught Slav's, claiming them in a forceful yet passionate kiss. His tongue drove into Slav's mouth, exploring what was soon-to-be his, Slav with everything he had, grabbed onto Jason, holding him back his head and responding greedily to the kiss.

Jason pulled back for a moment and looked down at him with longing His tongue passionately drove into his mouth, pressing heavily against him. He rocked his hips, hands slowly sliding down Slav's side in response.

Slav didn't object to Jason's advances as his hands soon found the edges of his top and proceeded to pull it off, he watched in a daze as Jason threw it aside and he reached up, running his fingers over Jason's chest.

Jason leaned over Slav, paying special attention to his body. "Mmm…I wonder how hard I can make you" He purred.

Hearing Slav moan in response to the small pink nipple he was playing with made him eager to continue. He slid down, his tongue flicking out to attach itself to the other nipple, he found it hardening in an instant and he bit it.

Slav gasped, arching his back at the sudden touch that sent shivers down his spine.

Jason grinned; he sound found himself growing hard at the boy's actions. "That's it." He purred and he sucked on the same pink nub.

He soon slipped his hand off of Slav's nipple only to replace it with his lips, paying his other nipple the same attention. His hand traveled down, teasingly brushing across the clothed erection he could feel there.

Slav groan, his hips jerking in response to his touch. " Nnn…Don't tease"

Jason chuckled, ignoring Slav's pleas.

Jason moved down, the sound of a zipper made itself heard as he carefully unzipped the younger man's pants. He glanced up at the top of his vision, grasping Slav's erection in his hand.

"Do you want this?" Jason asked him.

Slav moaned, his body giving an involuntary thrust into his hand, he nodded briefly.

Jason slid back on the bed until he was near his knees and teasingly he slid the man's harden cock into his mouth, flicking his tongue around the tip.

Slav quivered beneath him, one hand clenching at Jason's hair to keep him there, urging him on. "More" He breathed.

Jason wrapped his tongue around his length, bobbing his head in response. Slav groaned, biting the back of his hand to keep quiet.

"Don't keep quiet" He demanded and he sucked him hard before he pulled away, standing for a moment as he moved to un-do his pants. Slav moaned in protest to the loss of warmth.

He carelessly tossed them aside, picking up the bottle of lube at the same time.

"Spread your legs" He commanded.

Slav shifted on the bed, his legs spreading open and he panted.

Jason grinned as Slav did what he was told. "Good" He purred and he sat back, coating two fingers with the liquid. He gently nudged Slav's legs a bit more. "It'll hurt a bit" He warned him. He pressed one finger and then two in, slowly stretching him.

Slav grunted. "Don't care" He murmured and as soon as he felt the fingers, he groaned, pushing against them, his hands came to rest in the bed sheets, twisting and pulling at them. "More…fuck me…" He demanded.

Jason grabbed onto Slav's hips as soon as he pulled his fingers out. He smooths some lotion hastily over himself. "This will hurt" He assured him and pulled Slav's hips up, he used his hand to position his own hard shaft over his entrance and slowly he forced himself in, grunting at the tightness.

"Ah…" Slav moaned, clenching at the sheets in response, he shivered, pushing against him. "Don't stop" He demanded of him.

Jason took a deep breathed and he nodded, with his hands on either side of Slav's head, he forcefully pushed into him, each thrust well place, well directed. The sounds of flesh could be heard as he sped up.
Slav moaned beneath him, withering as he grabbed Jason, clawing his back. "Yes, god yes!" He cried out and he rocked his hips against him, one of his hands, slid in between them, stroking himself in a hurried fashion. "Faster!" He called out.

Jason compelled, he slammed into him with as much care as he could manage, a thin layer of sweat lined his back and he moaned, panting as he pounded into his ass. He felt that familiar presence creep on him and he groaned. "Oh fuck" He whispered.

Slav had been having the same response and not even seconds later he cried out as his body tense and spilled his load all over his bare stomach and hand. He panted, collapsing on the bed in exhaustion.

Jason groaned, as soon as he felt Slav go over, he couldn't control himself and he followed him, buried deep within him as he came. He stayed next to him, pulling the younger to his chest as he relaxed some, spent.

Slav with half-lidded eyes looked up and placed a shy kiss on his lips, this made Jason look at him in question before he kissed him back.

Jason pulled out of Slav, gathering the boy up in his arms as he cradled him to his chest." God…that was good" he murmured, holding him tight.

Slav couldn't believe what was happening to him, but here he was with one of his most wanted crushes Jason Miller. The man who could chose to be with anyone he wanted and yet…here he was with him. He bit his lip and glanced up at him, snuggling into his chest, a tiny smiling playing on his lips.

Jason chuckled, he was spent and he yawned, pulling Slav to his chest. He leaned over and whispered in Slav's ear "You're my boyfriend now so we have all the time in the world to be together…perhaps next time I could tie you up?" He suggested, wiggling an eyebrow at him.

Slav's jaw dropped open in complete shock and he laughed, maybe…just maybe things would work for him. He didn't have to be alone and he most certainly had the best boyfriend in the entire world. "I'd love too" He responded.