Ross jerking off alone

I turn around, and see Ross on the couch, his phone in hand, and a blanket suspiciously covering his lap. I ask, “What are you doing up?”

“Nothing,” he brushes my question aside. “Why are you walking around naked?”

“Looking for sheets. Phoebe squirted all over the bed.”

His eyes widen. “You’re in there with Joey’s wife!? What the hell?”

“Yeah. We kept it going after you left. It’s been wild,” I say. I lean against the wall so I don’t fall over. “You and Rachel have some hot sex after you came to her defense. I bet she was in the mood to reward her big strong husband.”

I watch him decide not to lie. He answers, “No. Joey took her completely out of the mood.”

“Dude that sucks. Not even a handjob,” I feel a little bad, especially after so much I’ve gotten into tonight.

He barks a laugh, “At least not from her.”

“Oh you jacked off?” I asked.

He glances down to his lap where there is an obvious tentpole holding a point in the blanket. “Well I was before your naked drunk ass walked out here.”

“Oh shit, dude sorry.” And because I’m so drunk, I blurt out, “You want some help?”