Help Chris&Jeff keep Luke here.

You don't know Erin, but she's being unreasonable and creating more drama for your friends. You force yourself to look really concerned, “He looks like he's gonna throw up. Do you have a plastic bag or something in your car?” You feign helpfulness to try and sell the warning.

“Oh...” Erin suddenly sobers to the other consequences of Luke being so drunk. “Yeah, no. Alright.” She gives Luke a peck on the cheek, who barely notices. “Sorry,” she seems suddenly clear-headed about the absurdity of carrying around a fall-over drunk man almost twice her size. She gives a cheek kiss to Jeff and Chris, each. “I may swing by brunch tomorrow.” It sounds like she probably won't.

Finally, all the guests have said their goodbyes and cleared out. You and Jeff leave Chris to handle Luke. You drunkenly busy yourself putting any leftover food into the fridge and try not to pay too much attention to the belligerence going on nearby.

“C'mon, Luke. Just lay down”, Chris is pushing his brother over onto one of of the two couches in the living room. It's not hard, as Luke is barely standing on his own. It doesn't take much before you hear the thud of the statuesque dudebro's body landing.

You finish up and pour 2 large glasses of water, then take them into the living room. Chris is finishing pulling off his brother's jeans, having already gotten his shirt off. “Here's a glass of water for him.” You hand one to Chris. Out of respect for Chris, you only take a quick glance of the chiseled piece of booze-marinated prime meat laid out in front of you.

“Oh, thanks,” he takes it, then looks down at his brother, who's already gotten his eyes closed and is relaxing. He pulls over the coffee table and puts the water on it. “We'll just leave that for if he wakes up. That's gonna be an ugly hangover.” He turns to you, “Thanks for coming. I hope it was fun. You should've gone out dancing, though.”

You roll your eyes and collapse onto the sofa you'll be sleeping on. “Noooo... too drunk. I'm fine. It was a fun night. Don't worry. Thanks for having me.”

Chris&Jeff say their goodnights, head into their bedroom, and close the door. Their bathroom has a door into the bedroom and into the living room. Once they finish up, Jeff pops his head out.

“Hey, we're all set in here. G'night.” Then turns and openly leers at Luke. He silently pulls his phone out of his bathrobe pocket and snaps a photo of Luke, unconscious and in his underwear, skin glistening from drunken sweat. He mouths 'FUUUUUCK!' at you and winks. “I hope everyone'll be ok out here.”

You awkwardly grin and say, “G'niiiiight...” Jeff's so pushy about his voyeur fetish. You can't believe he pulled something like that with Chris only feet away.

Jeff retreats and closes the bathroom door into their bedroom. You hypocritically admit that you're kind of jealous that Jeff took the photo. You're a bit too anxious to do it yourself. With your luck, Luke would wake up the moment your phone clicked. You do not want to spend the night in a room with a defensive, drunk dudebro. You do take quite a long look at him, sprawled out, as if on display. His chest and ribs expand and contract as he breathes gently, seemingly deep asleep, already.

You sigh deeply, drinking in the sight, then head into the bathroom, turning off the living room light as you go. You wash up, then have an extra glass of water besides the one outside, just to be safe.

You click off the bathroom light and head back out into the living room to find... Luke has his underwear pulled down and is holding up his half-hard cock in one hand. With the curtains on the wall of windows still open, he's very well lit with a soft blue light. His muscles are accentuated by shadow and highlight, and his penis is nicely sized and just as aesthetic as the rest of him. You're dick instantly hardens.

“C'mon.” His voice isn't demeaning or bossy, just a sleepy invitation. You realize your jaw is almost on the floor. You close it and look up at his face. He's definitely awake, and he's staring at you. He just looks peaceful.

“Um... Luke... have some water and go to sleep.” You tear your eyes away from the erotic scene and walk over to your couch. You can't. You really can't. Chris is just a door away. Getting caught sucking off his deliriously drunk brother would probably end your friendship. Luke may not even know what's going on or who's in the room with him. Or that it's a guy.