"Mmph," Chris moaned and reached his hands up to yank away Stabler's hands, pressing them against the wall. He wouldn't let the man snap his neck, like he had the bartender-Wait, that had been Chris who did that, not the man in front of him. He moaned again as his eyebrows drew together and he kissed the man harder, trying to drown his thoughts with the arousal, the excitement, building in body.