Inspired by this product and drunktuesdaze's nipple fic from this morning I came up with this while I was half asleep at a boring ass movie this afternoon.
They've been running through the woods for what feels like hours, and being trapped inside a cave really shouldn't be an upgrade, but Stiles is thankful for the chance to finally catch his breath. His endurance has improved from last year, but he still feels like his lungs are about to cave in on themselves.
His whole chest in a mess, really. His nipples are chaffed to hell and he thinks maybe he was too hasty to make fun of Isaac for using so much fabric softener.
Derek is watching him suspiciously and he tries not to fidget, but he's struggling to keep his t-shirt away from his nipples, and a breeze keeps catching it. Seriously, how is there even a breeze in a cave?
"Are you hurt?" Derek asks, leaning forward and sniffing the air.
"No, I'm not hurt. My nipples are just on fire. Ouchless my ass."
"Oh." Derek looks away and shifts nervously.
"It's not a big deal. I'm not at Uta Pippig levels or anything."
"I have something for that," Derek blurts out and immediately turns bright red.
"You have something for my swollen, chafed nipples just on you?" Stiles repeats slowly.
"Yeah, I have... nipple balm." Derek says, examining the ceiling of the cave closely. "I, um, use it as lip balm."
"I have never been so happy that you are the weirdest werewolf on the face of the planet! Gimme gimme gimme!"
Derek rolls his eyes, but reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a medicinal looking tube. As Stiles struggles to hike his shirt up to his armpits without jostling his nipples, Derek dips his ring finger into the ointment and spreads it delicately across his lips. Stiles' mouth suddenly feels very dry.
"Ok, pass it over big guy, these things aren't going to soothe themselves."
Derek holds out his hand, but at that moment the cave shakes violently and they watch in agonizing slow motion as the balm bounces out of Derek's hand and rolls out of the mouth of the cave. Derek sighs and Stiles whimpers pathetically.
They sit in awkward, defeated silence until Derek turns to look seriously at Stiles. "I'm going to fix this." Stiles starts to tell him not to go out there, it's not worth it, but Derek is ducking his head and leaning towards him.
"Um, what are you doing?"
"I just applied some. It hasn't all absorbed yet."
"Ok, but why not just use your finger?" Stiles asks breathlessly.
"Because, then some will absorb into my fingertip and we're not exactly flush with nipple balm right now," Derek says as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. He raises his eyebrows to ask if he can continue and Stiles waves his hand feebly.
Derek leans against him and Stiles hadn't realized how cold he was. He gasps when Derek ghosts a warm breath over his nipple. Derek's lips are so, so soft when they brush lightly across him and Stiles holds his breath, not trusting the kinds of noises he might make.
Derek rolls the nub between his lips and it's simultaneously the best and worst thing Stiles has ever felt. Derek moans low in his throat and then freezes and jumps back like he's been burned.
"Derek, buddy." Stiles reaches his hand out slowly, trying not to spook him further. "What's wrong?"
"I'm sorry. I've just thought about that a lot."
"You've thought about using your lips to apply nipple balm on me a lot?"
"No, your nipples. I've thought about your nipples a lot."
"You've thought about my NIPPLES a lot?" Stiles exclaims, a little too loudly for someone who's supposed to be hiding.
"They get really hard and puffy!" Derek says helplessly. "It's distracting."
Stiles pauses for a moment, trying to catch up with every thing he thought he'd understood about Derek Hale getting turned on its head.
"You know, I've heard dogs use their tongues to heal and soothe each other." Derek glares at him. "And I KNOW you're not a dog, but if you wanted to use your tongue, maybe that might help?"
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