You really can't.

“Dude, c'm-hhhh....” Whatever Luke was saying gets garbled and finally breathed out as he falls back asleep.

You turn cautiously to verify he's asleep. He is. Back to breathing peacefully, still holding his softening cock. You grab a decorative afghan and walk over to his sleeping form. You sigh wistfully at the sight before you, then muster your bravery to sneak a photo of him for some lonely night in the future. You place the afghan gently over his mostly naked body as to not wake him.

You collapse, still half-drunk, onto the other sofa. You drift to sleep, thinking about how your date tomorrow night does not look nearly as good as the sleeping hunk across the room. You’re almost asleep when your phone vibrates. You sigh and roll over to grab it off the coffee table, intending to mute it, when you see that the notification is a text from Kevin. Curiosity and your new mild crush get the better of you, and you check to see what he sent.

Kevin: [Hey, are you up? Did you guys go out clubbing?]

Uh, oh. It seems like another local celebrity has a wandering eye. Or wandering phone.