Oh fuck, seriously? Oliver was abruptly more turned on than he'd been in longer than he cared to acknowledge, and it was with this nerd?

He was impatient, hated waiting, but he did what Sam wanted, letting his hand grow still in Sam's. The kiss seemed to linger on and on, intense but without intent. He liked the way Sam's mouth tasted, albeit reluctantly, all minty and clean, and that was more than Oliver could say about some of his past hookups. Most of them came from last call at bars, which Sam probably didn't even know was a thing.