"Oops," he replied with another burst of innocence, "must have slipped my mind. So, yeah, that's a thing," Scott said with a shrug, knowing Stiles would take it all in his stride. He thought Stiles was going for a hand-kiss and quickly snatched his hand back when he got bit, "hey! Do we need a safe-word now?" he asked shaking his head. He was right about one thing, he'd never let his brain go there again with that in his head, "fine. Car-sex isn't a thing. The end," Scott said with a laugh. He wondered what other limits he'd learn about as they went along.
"Err, yeah, little bit!" Scott answered looking Stiles way. "Please tell me you're the only one who knows this?" he said with puppy-dog eyes that pleaded for good news. He made a mental note to never give Stiles any more ideas, like, ever! Especially with the new knowledge he had at his disposal. "Dammit, I really need to think before I say stuff to you, huh? Even when I'm joking," he said with a soft laugh. "A challenge, huh? Please don't suggest that to Mom and John too. We don't need any competitions on that front," Scott said with a little panic in his eyes. Stiles was either going to make Mom's day or break her forever, he thought to himself with a deep sigh. "I had nothing to do with any of it," Scott said shaking his head, "I want my Christmas gifts!" He slid Stiles a small smile, "I guess you just have the right touch, huh? No complaints here," he replied. And then they were pulling off the highway and into the heart of his old home. Which had Scott keeping and eye on Stiles for a whole bunch of other reasons.