"Sssh, shut up," Chris muttered, scowling as he kissed the man again, hands digging into Stabler's sides as they both moved for the bedroom. He didn't want to hear that voice, it was making him uneasy, in his drunken state his thoughts and Stabler's voice sounded almost the same, and it was unnerving.
When they got into the bedroom, Chris shoved the man on the bed, looking at him for a moment as he swayed a bit from his throwing of weight before nodding his head towards the man, "Get your fucking pants off," He stated, his hands going to his own pants, as if he was telling himself to do it too.