Sam brought his hand up, stroking his fingers over Gabriel's cheek, then down his throat. "Guess maybe there's something to those old stories after all, huh?" He smiled, then pulled back to pull off his own shirt, showing off the pack mark on his left pectoral. Then he sat on the edge of the bed, pulling Gabriel up so that they could get rid of his shirt, too. "I'm going to take such good care of you, Gabriel. Going to make you feel so good."