Title: My All
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: John Reese/Jordan Hester
Fandom: Person of Interest
Rating: NC-17
Table: 1, stories_a_z
Prompt: M
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely John Reese or Jordan Hester, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.


Jordan looked up at the man above him, gasping as John thrust into him again, harder and deeper than the last time. He couldn't make any sound other than a low moan in the back of his throat; John's lovemaking had rendered him completely speechless.

He raised his hips to meet John's next thrust, his hands tightening on John's shoulders, nails digging into his lover's skin. Each movement of John's hips pushed him higher into the stratosphere, squeezing his lungs until he didn't think he could draw another breath.

He was dizzy with desire, overwhelmed by his need for this man. In a few short hours, John Reese had become the center of his universe; this had gone far beyond simply wanting John. Mere desire could never be this strong, this demanding.

If only they could stay like this forever, make time stand still, and spend the rest of their lives making love. Jordan wanted nothing more than to be here in John's arms forever, to make the rest of the world disappear, to immerse himself in a universe of pure sensation.

He was spiraling up towards the stars, lifted there in John's arms. Jordan knew that he would eventually have to come back down to Earth, but for the moment, he could push everything else aside, pretend that there was nothing else in the world but this feeling.

His muscles tightened as John thrust into him again, a soft cry coming from his throat. This was almost painful in its intensity, his need for John blazing like a wildfire out of control. His body and soul needed this man; he couldn't live without this.

His cry was cut off as John's mouth captured his in a long, demanding kiss that snatched the breath from his lungs. John's hips slammed into his again, the other man's cock filling him, those arms pulling him close, one hand moving up to tug at his hair and pull his head back.

John's lips were on his throat, then his shoulder, sharp teeth nipping at his skin. The sensation took Jordan even higher, making him cry out John's name and tighten his long legs around the other man's waist. He was close to the point of no return, moving ever closer to the edge.

Each thrust felt harder and deeper than the last; John wasn't rushing, but taking his time, prolonging the pleasure for both of them until they couldn't hold themselves back any longer. Jordan was sure that he would reach the pinnacle first; he was almost there already.

His muscles tightened again, trying to force himself to hold back, to make this last as long as possible. But it was already too late; with a soft, inarticulate cry, he let himself go, his orgasm rushing over him with the force of a hurricane, his body trembling in John's arms.

He felt John's release, heard his lover's soft moan as he came. Jordan buried his face against John's bare shoulder, letting his body go limp, knowing that he was safe in John's arms. There would be no plummet to the ground; he would float back to Earth wrapped in safety and security.

How long had it been since a lover had made him feel like this? Far too long, he told himself, tightening his legs around John's waist, reluctant to lose any of the intimate contact between their bodies. No, that wasn't quite true, he corrected himself. No one had ever made him feel this way.

"Don't go," he whispered, tightening his arms around John, praying that the other man wouldn't want to get up and leave now that they'd made love. There was nothing that could possibly be a bigger blow to the ego than someone leaving right after sex.

He'd had that happen often enough in the past; he seemed to have a knack for choosing lovers who only wanted to use his body and then forget he existed. He didn't want this burgeoning relationship with John to be like that, just one night and nothing more.

He didn't want this to be over before it had even started. His feelings for John ran too deeply; it might be a mistake to need someone this badly, but he was ready to admit to John that he both wanted and needed him, and that he was willing to do whatever he had to do for him to stay.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to," John murmured, brushing a kiss across Jordan's hair. "I'll have to leave at some point today, you know," he added, sighing as he spoke. "But I'll come back, Jordan. I'll always come back. I couldn't leave you now even if I wanted to."

Jordan raised his head, his dark eyes searching John's face. The ring of sincerity had been in those words, but he had to look at the man who was saying them, to read John's eyes, his expression, to be sure that what he said was the truth.

"I couldn't deal with you leaving now," Jordan finally whispered, raising a trembling hand to trace the outline of John's lips with his fingertips. "If I didn't need you so much, it wouldn't matter. But I do. And I'm not ashamed to admit that. Just a little scared."

"There's no need to be afraid," John told him, taking Jordan's hand in his own and kissing his fingegertips. It seemed a strange gesture coming from a man who was obviously so private and closed off, but to Jordan, it was an indication that John was opening himself up to him.

"I guess I've just had too many people walk out on me in the past," Jordan murmured, feeling at a loss for words. How was it that John could read him so accurately? No one else had ever been able to do that. No one had ever cared enough about him to search into his thoughts.

"It isn't going to happen this time," John told him, his voice firm and decisive. "I know we met in unusual circumstances, Jordan, but this isn't a fly-by-night thing for me. It took some soul-searching for me to come here, and now that I have, I'm not giving you up."

"I've given you my all, John," Jordan whispered, the words coming out before he could stop them. "I don't want you to give it back. I just hope you're serious about staying, and that you mean everything you're saying. Once you've said it, there's no way to take it back."

"I don't intend to," John murmured, pulling Jordan close and gazing into his eyes. "I'm not going to lie to you, Jordan. This isn't going to be easy for me. The odds are against us. But now that I've found you, I plan to be with you. I don't let go of what I want easily."

"Neither do I," Jordan told him, raising a hand to caress John's cheek. He had the feeling that they were balanced on a tightrope; any wrong movement, any wrong word, could send them plummeting into a chasm that neither of them would be able to climb back out of.

"I've given you my all, too," John said softly, kissing his fingertips again. "Jordan, I can't tell you everything about myself and what I do. It'd be too dangerous for you. I just hope you can accept me as I am, and trust me. It might not be easy to do, but I need you to try."

Jordan nodded, swallowing hard and pushing away the worry he felt at John's words. What exactly did this man do that was so dangerous? From what Jordan already knew, all he did was help people. How could that be so bad -- or dangerous for anyone but John?

He wasn't going to ask any questions, Jordan decided. Not now. If John wanted to explain exactly what he did, then he could do it later. This wasn't the time or the place to go into all that; for the moment, all he wanted was for them to be together.

And he wanted to know that this wouldn't be the only time they were like this, he told himself. He wanted to know that John would be back, that this was a relationship and not just a one-night slaking of desire. That was all he needed to know at this point in time.

"I believe you," he whispered, his gaze not wavering from John's face. "I won't leave you either, you know. It doesn't matter how dangerous what you do is -- I'm sticking around. I've wanted you ever since we first met, and now that I've got you, I'm not letting go."

John smiled, bowing his head to brush a kiss across Jordan's softly parted lips. "That's good to hear," he said, his voice very soft. "Too many people leave when the going gets tough. I didn't think you were like that, though. Maybe that's why I fell so hard for you."

"You did?" Jordan's eyes widened at John's words. He knew how strongly he felt about this man, but he hadn't dared to hope that John's feelings ran just as deep as his own. Hearing this confirmation of John's feelings for him suddenly made the future look much brighter.

"I did," John said softly, a smile curving his lips. "I've wanted you ever since the first time we met face to face, Jordan. But it took me a long time to come to you. I was afraid you wouldn't feel the same way." His voice sounded a little strained, as though he still wondered how Jordan felt.

"You shouldn't have worried," Jordan told him, his voice soft and husky with emotion. "I should have said something right at the beginning. If I had, then I'd have saved us both a lot of soul-searching. But we're together now, and nothing else really matters."

"No, it doesn't," John agreed, his arms tightening around Jordan and pulling him closer. As he surrendered himself to John's kiss, Jordan knew that giving this man his all had been the right thing to do. And no matter what happened, he would never have any regrets.