Most of the bruising had started to fade and the yellow blended right into his skin tone in a way it wouldn't on a paler person. He still ached but some aches were all right to ignore. All he wanted was Gabriel's hands on him, all he wanted was to continue to feel his fingers climb across his skin. Let the man worship him....as strange as that was, it was also wholly erotic.

Mohinder mentioned the pros of having help with his shirt as well and stood with his arms to his sides as Gabriel unwrapped him. He would willingly be naked, standing there as a feast for soft brown eyes for as long as the American willed it.

The compliment made him smile. "Who I am to question your taste? If you find me so, I'll believe you. I can't rightly say I'm use to hearing it, though. And not from someone gorgeous themselves."