"Bed," he confirmed, threading their fingers together. It shouldn't be happening like this, but he could be gentle with Sam, maybe even show him how much he really cared before it was all over.

Raising up on his toes, Gabriel kissed the tattoo on his chest. "If you're sure Sam," he murmured. As much as he wanted to press Sam back onto the bed, to make love to him, to show him that he was loved, he didn't want to force himself on Sam.

Well. Any more than he already was.