It was too risky, he knew better. He couldn't take the man, willing or not, not even five feet from the door where Scorpius had holed himself up. It didn't seem like Scorpius was going to come out anytime soon, but even in his mentally anguished, fucked up state, Chris knew it would be too cruel to thrust himself on the man, a complete stranger, where Scorpius could and probably would hear them and was just as likely to see them too.
Even if part of him deserved to be seen with his jeans around his ankles while he poured all of his frustration into someone else, so that Scorpius could see just how messed up Chris really was, so that Scorpius might see that Chris really wasn't someone he should invest in, Scorpius didn't deserve that. And really, neither did Sean.
The problem was he couldn't take his conquest back to his room, because Allison might be there. If he didn't think Scorpius deserved to be confronted with the sight of him dry rutting the first pulsing hole he found, he sure as hell wouldn't expose his daughter to it.
"Come with me." He had half a mind to drag Sean into the laundry room and kick Scorpius out. But he wasn't so far gone as to do that. No, instead he took hold of Sean's shirt, pulling him along and away, to the nearby stairwell. The reinforced door would block out the noise, and honestly as long as neither Scorpius nor Allison happened to find themselves in that stairwell, Chris didn't care who else might see them.
He flung open the door and all but shoved Sean onto the concrete platform. His hands went immediately to the front of Sean's jeans, forcing the button open, giving no indication there was going to be gentleness of any kind.