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Radek Zelenka/Danny Messer: Laptop (SGA/CSI:NY)

Danny’s hands shook as he read the e-mail. He’d met Radek a few months ago and they’d had a fling, well aware that Radek worked somewhere that was remote and had very little contact with the outside world.

Danny had every intention of leaving it at a lot of truly excellent sex over a weekend, he’d never really intended to use the e-mail address Radek had given him, and he’d certainly never expected to use it to send such an explicit message.

And now Radek had answered.

Danny pressed the heel of his hand against the bulge in his pants, groaning a little at the pressure.

He could almost feel Radek’s fingers moving as he described them, sliding down his cheeks, along the shells of his ears, mouth following to nip at the earlobes and plant little kisses and bites along the line of his jaw.

Danny flicked open his pants as his breath started coming faster. He gasped as he pushed them down his hips and his hand closed over his cock, imagining it was Radek’s thumb rubbing small circles over the tip.

He imagined he could feel Radek’s spare hand spread across his hipbone as his hand sped up on his cock.

Radek’s hand was a shadow over his own as he moved up to tug at his nipples, just as Radek did it, a little softer then Danny did himself, pinching his fingers lightly around the warm nubs.

The rhythm of his stroking hand was starting to get ragged and his hips were starting to press helplessly up into his hand, searching for just that little bit more of something.

Just as he was nearing the edge Danny could have sworn he heard Radek’s voice.

“Ano Danny, come for me.” It was breathed into his ear, hot and breathless and Danny couldn’t resist.

He came hard, hips jerking erratically up out of the chair. He lay there for a moment before he pushed himself to his feet and went to clean his hands.

Then he sat down and put still shaking hands to the keyboard to reply.