Title: You Only Live Once
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: John Reese/Jordan Hester
Fandom: Person of Interest
Rating: NC-17
Table: 1, stories_a_z
Prompt: Y
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.


John held his breath as he listened to the footsteps on the other side of the door, knowing that they belonged to Jordan. At any moment, that door would open, and he would be face to face with the object of his desire, the man who he wanted more than anything in the universe.

What would Jordan do when he saw John here on his doortstep, so to speak? John had no idea, but he hoped that the other man's reaction would be a good one. He could only hope that Jordan would want to see him, and that he wouldn't have a door slammed in his face.

His heart leaped in his chest as the door opened slowly; he had no idea what he was going to say to Jordan, but that didn't matter. Somehow, he was sure that the words would come when he saw the other man again, even though at the moment, his tongue seemed to be tied in knots.

Jordan didn't just look surprised to see him; he looked shocked. "J-John?" he stammered, his dark eyes widening. "What are you doing here?" John noted that his hands trembled, as though seeing him here at the door had somehow scared him.

"I had to see you," John said softly, his gaze not wavering from Jordan's face. "I can't get you off my mind. I've been thinking about you, and wondering if you might feel the same way about me. I just .... needed to see you. To talk to you. To be near you."

Jordan nodded, stepping back so that John could enter the apartment. When he'd closed the door, John cleared his throat and spoke again. "I figure you only live once, Jordan. And you might as well reach out for what you want in that life -- and hope to that you can have it."

Jordan nodded, his gaze meeting John's. Was it his imagination, or did he see a promise written in those eyes? Or was he only imagining that because he wanted this man so badly? John didn't know; his throat tightened, his hands clenching into fists at his sides.

"You can have it," Jordan whispered, his voice soft and husky. "You can have anything you want from me. I haven't been able to get you out of my mind, either. I kept hoping that you were going to show up in my life again. And now .... you're here. I guess dreams do come true."

"Damn right they do," John whispered. He could feel something in him breaking, bursting free from all of the restraints that had held it back. He couldn't keep himself away from Jordan, not now that the other man had said the words he'd wanted to hear.

He didn't quite know how it happened, but suddenly, Jordan was in his arms, their mouths meeting in a symphony of lips and tongues, their bodies pressed close against each other. He was kissing Jordan, his hands moving over the other man's body, pulling him closer.

Jordan's hands were roaming over his body as well, tugging at his clothes, obviously anxious to remove the physical barriers that still stood between them. He was already unbuttoning John's shirt, pressing soft lips against his throat, his hands moving lower to tug at John's belt.

His own hands were tugging at Jordan's black t-shirt, pulling it off over his head, leaving the other man's upper body exposed. His fingers quickly unbuttoned and unzipped Jordan's jeans, pushing them down, impatient to have the object of his desire naked in his arms.

An electric shock seemed to go through him when his hands touched Jordan's bare skin; he had fantasized about being able to touch Jordan for so long that it almost didn't seem real. He was lost in a dream, a dream that, as Jordan had said, had finally come true.

He pressed the other man back against the wall as he unbuttoned his pants, pushing them down and lettign them pool around his ankles before stepping out of them. Ah, that was better. Now they were skin to skin, all the barriers between their bodies removed.

Jordan's arms wound around his neck as his lips sought the other man's; he had never kissed anyone who tasted as sweet as Jordan did, never kissed anyone with such soft lips. Jordan had a mouth that was made for long, sensual kisses, but that wasn't his intent at the moment.

Right now, all he wanted was to have Jordan, as quickly as he could. The desire that had built up within him for these past long weeks was breaking free; he couldn't have held himself back if he had tried, and Jordan seemed to feel the same way.

He didn't think; he only let himself feel. Crushing his lips against Jordan's, he moved his hands down to grip the other man's buttocks; slowly, he lifted Jordan as he pressed his back against the wall, hoping that he wouldn't lose his grip.

Jordan seemed to understand what he was trying to do; within seconds, his impossibly long legs were wrapped around John's waist, arms tightening around his shoulders. For just a moment, John regretted the lack of lube; this was going to hurt Jordan, at least at first.

But he couldn't stop himself; he could no longer hold back the demands of his body than he could have stopped a flooding river that had burst through a protective dam. He was sure that Jordan felt that same need; he could only hope that the pain would only last for a brief few seconds.

It took him a moment to position himself; he could feel Jordan's body tense in his arms, as though he knew what was coming and was trying to prepare himself for it, both mentally and physically. With that thought, John thrust his hips forward, gasping as he did so.

He slid into Jordan much more easily than he'd thought he could; the other man's body only resisted his entrance for a moment, a soft moan coming from Jordan's throat before John silenced him with a hot, heady kiss that took both mens' breath away.

Within moments, he had worked up a rhythm, thrusting hard and deep into Jordan, his hands cupping the other man's ass as he pressed Jordan back against the wall, holding him up by sheer force of will. Jordan's legs tightened around his waist with each movement, helping to keep him balanced.

John knew that he couldn't keep this up for long; he was going to come within seconds, and he could only hope that Jordan was just as close to the edge as he was. He couldn't hold his body back, couldn't control the desire that had taken him over.

The second time would be better, he vowed, even as his hips thrust forward again, bringing another soft gasp from Jordan's throat. He would take Jordan to bed, make love to him slowly and sensually, touch him, taste him, take his time and satisfy them both ....

Just as that thought coalesced in his mind, he dimly heard Jordan cry out, those legs tightening around his waist again, those taut thighs squeezing his sides. He could feel the warm rush of Jordan's release, feel the other man's muscles tighten and then go slack.

That pushed his own body over the edge; he spilled himself into Jordan, gasping with the effort of holding the other man up, even though the wall supported part of his weight. He couldn't keep holding Jordan up for much longer, not with his orgasm rushing over his senses.

It took him a moment to realize that Jordan was lowering his legs, standing on his own two feet, that his weight was no longer supported by the wall and John's arms. Instead, he was leaning against John, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

"Th-that wasn't what I expected to happen when I saw you again," he whispered, resting his forehead against John's. "I just hope you're not going to walk out of my life again. I don't think I could stand it if you did. I'd have to try to track you down, and I don't think that would be easy."

"No, it wouldn't," John answered truthfully, moving one hand slowly down Jordan's back to rest just above the rounded curves of his ass. "But I think I'd let you find me -- if I intended to disappear. I don't. I've spent too much time running away from what I want. I won't do that this time."

"Is it just that you want me?" Jordan raised his head, his dark eyes searching John's face. "Or is there something more?" The questions hung in the air between them; John sensed that Jordan was looking for a definitive answer, one that he wasn't sure he could give.

John shook his head, wanting to be honest with Jordan, but afraid that he might scare the other man off if Jordan realized just how much he was wanted. "No, there's a lot more to my feelings than that. And like I've already said -- you only live once. You have to grab a chance when it comes."

Jordan laughed softly, nodding and raising a hand to stroke his fingers through John's hair. "I can't say that I disagree with that. I just hope that you're going to be a little less .... abrupt next time. And that you'll decide to use the bed, and not the wall."

John had to laugh at that, reaching for Jordan's hand and twining their fingers together. "I think I can do that. I didn't intend for that to happen, Jordan. I meant to take things a little more slowly. But I .... I had to have you. Things just spiraled out of control way too fast."

"I'm not complaining." Jordan returned the gentle squeeze of his hand with a smile, glancing towards the hallway that obviously led to his bedroom. "What do you say I take you up on that? The night's still young -- that is, if you mean to stay here all night. You're welcome to, if you want."

"Oh, I want." John smiled again as he raised their clasped hands to his lips, brushing a kiss across Jordan's knuckles. "I want to spend all night touching you and tasting you and exploring you. But I've got to warn you -- I think you might a little sore in the morning."

"I can live with that." Jordan laughed as he led the way down the hall to his bedroom, turning to look back at John through lowered lashes. "You only live once, right?" John couldn't repress his own soft laugh; he couldn't agree more with those words -- and he was sure they would both live a lot tonight.