Chris came in a few minutes later, sipping a scotch, no hurry about him. He would, of course, have to be getting back to Toby's soon, but this could keep him busy for a bit. Beecher would understand.
Looking at Stabler, all eager and naked on his bed, Chris laughed and shook his head, "Look at you. Fuck. A fucking shame you gotta have me face and look so fucking pathetic, Stabler. Why don't you touch yourself, huh? Get yourself a bit more excited for me?" Chris placed his drink on the bedside table before tugging off his shirt, his new tattoo finally not red around the edges, having calmed down after his stint as a woman.