Go to bed--but something happens in the middle of the night.

Billy is sound asleep--until a thud next to him wakes him up. Without opening his eyes, he instinctively reaches over to Tommy, only to find his spot on the bed empty. Fear spikes through Billy's chest, automatically assuming the worst, before he sees Tommy standing, swaying slightly, at the foot of the bed.

Ugh. Sleepwalking. Billy hadn't shared a room with Tommy since they were kids; he totally forgot that Tommy sleepwalks.

Tommy turns, and Billy's eyes widen. Tommy has a massive erection tenting his pajama pants. And he was walking right toward Billy.

With the typical drunken movements of a sleepwalker, Tommy yanks down his own pajama pants and starts to stroke himself absent-mindedly, standing right next to Billy.