Take the couch

"Thanks", you reply, "but I think I'll just take the couch. "Are you sure? The bed's much more comfortable. I'll let you sleep, I promise. At least until morning." He winks at you. Oh, fuck him! "Nope, definitely the couch." You turn away from him and begin clearing the trash that had accumulated on Sam's couch. "Fine," he grumbles, "Suit yourself." He rolls away from you. Clearly, Sam's not going to help you out by providing a pillow and blanket for you. Thinking for a moment, you decide to just put your clothes back on and sleep in those to keep warm.

Eventually, you lay down on the hard couch and try to sleep. It's not easy, and Sam's snoring is certainly not helping. Finally, though, sleep takes you.

It's still dark outside when you wake up. You glance over at the alarm clock on Sam's nightstand. 5:30. Well, fuck. Your body feels store and stiff. No chance of going back to sleep. Sam is still snoring away, lying naked on top of his blankets. You sigh, and collect your coat and purse. As you back is to him, you hear rustling. Looking back, you see that Sam has rolled onto his back. His cock is hard, pointing right at the ceiling. "Sweet dreams, Sam," you mumble, and you walk to the door.

Then again... He does have a seriously nice dick. And you were pretty cold to him last night... Maybe you could make it up to him?