Set a little before Wargames II. Pete Dunne has just made his mark into Regal's brain as a troublemaker. What shall he do when said troublemaker gets a bit too close for comfort to his not-so-secret office fling?
Warnings: William being a jealous dork, office sex (the scene itself is actually pretty short though, it's just fingering), and this one-shot just being longer than it needed to be in general. That's it I guess.
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He was in his office.
That… boy was in his office. It was bad enough William had to deal with him during the UK Tournament, but now he was stuck dealing with him weekly.
Pete Dunne, the Bruiserweight. Blonde hair, blue eyes, and a snarl that could rival a grizzly bear's. William wasn't fooled for a second when he met the boy. With a jacket and proper waistcoat, he could be mistaken for a preppy snob, too afraid to get his hands dirty. But Pete loved to dive first thing into filth, and he showed that by attacking Sam Gradwell during the tournament. That was his first clue into what an absolute pain he could be. And now, over a year later the boy had a belt around his waist and the Undisputed Era after him.
But they were a separate issue entirely.
Now, as far as William knew Pete didn't even tolerate a lot of people. Of course, there was Tyler Bate and Trent Seven, there was a shakey level of mutual respect between the three, but he never seemed to go out of his way to interact with them, even with their history together in other promotions.
The boy had trust issues, to put it simply. Especially after what Strong did to him at the Tag Team Classic.
So what the hell was he doing sitting in his office in athletic wear, talking to William's girlfriend?
"Mr. Regal, did you get that?" her voice snapped him out of his trance. He looked over at his assistant who was looking at him with concern. "Pete asked if Ivar was cleared for action for their team at WarGames?"
"Yes, yes, of course." William turned the screen of his monitor around, showing him the finished contract that he was about to print. "Medical cleared Ivar for the match yesterday. As long as nothing happens before the event, you'll have a full team. I have the finished contract right here, it just needs to be printed."
Pete looked up, that irritating scowl on his face. He squinted at the monitor and gave him a nod. "Alright."
"He wasn't so sure after that chair Ivar took to the knee, so he was worried about him."
"Not him, I was worried about the match. We can't afford to be one man short."
Of course. Bastard didn't even care to ask about his condition.
"Right right. Three on four wouldn't be right now, would it?" William muttered as he printed out the contract. Anyway, I suppose it's a good thing you're here, as you can be the first to sign the contract." He stacked the papers neatly and handed them to Pete, who hesitated at first, then took the stack. His assistant handed him a pen, and he began to write his name in the necessary spots.
He did not hate Pete Dunne. At least that's what he had to repeat to himself in his head. He didn't hate anyone, or at least he tried hard not to it was just… the word scoundrel didn't even begin to describe him. He didn't hate him, no. He just irritated him. Yes! That was all. Especially the over-familiar way he was acting with his girlfriend…
Pinching the bridge of his nose, he looked over to his girlfriend who was typing away on her laptop behind her desk. "Dear?"
She looked up "Yes?"
"Remind me again why… Mr. Dunne is in my office? On a Tuesday?"
"Oh, well I was walking back from my car from getting us lunch, and I saw Pete in the parking lot, so I said hello! Then, Adam Cole's car pulled into the lot. I guess they came to train for tomorrow's Advantage match, but Pete's just here to train with Tyler and Trent, so I brought him to the office to avoid them!"
"Tyler's 'spose to text me when he and Seven get here. We're training together in the performance center after the scum leaves. Should be gone in about 20 more minutes or so."
"I- I hope you don't mind, dear… I figured you have a lot on your plate with Aleister returning so quickly and none knows where Johnny is so he can't confront him about the parking lot attack. I just figured this way Pete doesn't have to face the Undisputed Era alone." She quickly looked at Pete, shaking her head. "Not that I don't think you couldn't take them!"
Pete shrugged as he handed the contract to William. "I know what you meant, love. Also, about last week, thanks for sneaking me in here before the show so I wouldn't have to look at , 'em."
"Last week?" William inquired, looking over at his partner, eyebrow raised.
She chuckled nervously as she scratched the back of her head. "Yeah, you were outside, briefing security about the situation with Aleister. Kyle and Roderick were walking down the hall looking for Pete and Riccochet, and I kind of… dragged him into the office since I bumped into him on the way back here. I just didn't want him to get in trouble for trying to fight him and you were dealing with Aleister-"
"That's alright, one less problem I have to worry about. Thank you, dear." He interrupted. The less he knew about it, the less hair he'd pull out.
"Yeah," Pete interjected, "It was only for 'bout an hour."
An hour? She was alone with him for an hour? "Oh?"
"Yeah, I kept having to peek into the hall and look around the corners. They were relentless until Bobby and Adam collected them and they went to the ring at the start of the show. Anyway, we've been so busy I just kind of forgot about it."
"I could have taken them," Pete muttered, looking at his phone. He glanced over to her, smirking "but thanks anyway. Don't want me getting suspended or something before taking care of business pre-show, huh?"
She giggled, hiding her mouth behind her hand.
William's eye twitched.
"She basically begged me to stay put. Said I'd get in trouble if I fought them. Not like I cared about that."
"I know." William rolled his eyes as he slid the contract papers into a folder and placed it neatly by his keyboard. "So you just sat here for an hour with him?" he asked her, turning the monitor back around.
"Oh we talked a lot about this and that, about you, about War Games…" she said, trailing off as she went back to typing on her laptop, both seemingly unaware of the shift in the room.
There was an odd silence between the three of them, Pete fiddling with his phone, slumped in the chair, occasionally glancing at the woman next to him. William looked back and forth at the two of them behind the monitor.
What the absolute hell could they possibly chat about for an hour? Especially with Pete Dunne of all people? And why the hell did he keep looking at her like that? Or was he imagining it?
A ding interrupted his thoughts. Pete sat up and stretched. "That's Tyler. He said they've finally slithered out of the building."
She laughed. William rolled his eyes.
Pete picked up his duffle bag and walked towards the door. He nodded to her. "Well, I'm going. I'll call you later about that coffee thing. 'night, Regal." He left-without even so much as a glance at William- closing the door behind him.
Almost immediately, she got up and locked the door behind him. "Finally, alone again!"
"Hmm." William moved his mouse around, pretending to not notice.
She walked over with a large smile on her face. Noticing William's sudden coldness, she pouted. "What's wrong?"
"What coffee thing?"
"Huh?"
"What coffee…thing were you talking about?"
"Oh… that." She shuffled her feet, tugging down her pencil skirt. " That other time Pete was in the office, we started talking about wrestling and stuff. He invited me to coffee with him, Tyler, and Trent."
"What?" William looked up, baffled. "Pete Dunne invited you to coffee?"
"Yes. Trent asked him to for keeping Pete from fighting the Undisputed Era. I know you trust Trent, but you don't really like Pete, that's why I didn't bring it-"
"Who said I didn't like Pete?"
"Pete. It's one of the things we were talking about. It's kind of obvious."
William sighed, pushing himself away from his desk.
"Are you upset-"
"No," he stood up, pulling her towards him by her hips. He rested his chin on her head as she leaned against his chest. wrapping her arms around him. "Firstly, I do not hate Pete Dunne. I just think he's… dangerous."
"Only in the ring," she mumbled.
"I understand you like to see the best in people, but Pete has a habit of disrespecting auth- well, literally everyone, actually. I'm surprised he still tolerates Tyler and Trent at this point," William sighed, looking her in the eyes. "I just don't trust him, is all."
"Why not? He hasn't actually done anything terrible in over a year. He's really sweet, Will. He's actually very mannered, you know."
"Is he though?" William grumbled.
"Will, why don't you like him?"
"It's that damn… attitude of his. He waltzes around here like he owns the place just 'cause he's champion now! It's ridiculous, I know. Between that pretty boy and Adam Cole, they're-"
"Pretty boy?"
Fuck.
Will looked away, wide-eyed. Why the fuck did he just say that?
"Will? Are you… jealous of Pete? Is that why you don't like me talking to him?"
"I just… don't like the way he looks at you."
"He knows you'd kill him if he'd tried something. Everyone knows that" she said, smiling at him.
"You're damn right, " he took her chin in her hand, bringing her face close to his. "You're mine, after all. I'd never let anyone hurt you, kitten…" he trailed off, staring into her eyes. "Can you ever forgive me for being so insecure?"
"Of course."
"May I kiss you, flower?" he said, brushing his thumb against her bottom lip.
"Of course, dear boy." She smiled. Gods, that smile…
He pressed his lips against hers. Standing on her toes, she slipped her hands up his back, pressing her lips more against his. He pulled away to look at her, to kiss the laugh lines against her eyes, Giving each round cheek a big kiss, then focusing his attention on dotting her chin with small pecks. She laughed, her arms now around his neck.
"You're so cute when you're trying to make something up to me."
"And you're even cuter when you forgive me," he said between kisses down her neck.
Gasping, she stumbled a bit, she clutched at the front of his suit jacket. William took her chin in his hand, the other rubbing her back. He kissed her lips, tilting his head to enter her mouth. Tongues against each other in a perfect rhythm they stepped backward until she bumped into the front of his desk. He sat her up, a hand moving up and down her thigh, still exploring each other's mouths. Pulling away, William whispered in her ear. "Are you sure you want this?"
"Y-yeah, 's alright." she said shakily.
William pulled up her skirt around her waist, gently spreading her legs. He began to palm at her crotch, then brought his hand down her panties. With two fingers he went between her lips, trailing up and down her wet slit, until he found her entrance, rubbing, testing. gently bringing his fingers inside her.
Whimpering, she bucked against his hand as he moved around, bringing her arms back around his neck to get closer. She brought her lips to him, now kissing and sucking the sensitive skin of his neck.
Stifling a groan, William slipped his fingers out of her to move to play with her clit, rubbing circles with his thumb as he slipped his other fingers back into her.
She was still sucking at his neck, legs wrapping around his waist and fingers digging into his shoulders. It was getting harder to keep his composer as his erection strained against his trousers. "Kitten," William panted, "How quiet can you be? We're not exactly alone in this building."
She sighed, her breath sending shivers down his neck, hips still bucking against his hand for friction.
Should he just get her off quickly, then call it a day and take her home so they could be somewhere more private, or finish what he started here?
William's thoughts were interrupted by a hand groping his shaft in his underwear. She had slipped her hand down his pants while he was distracted. He had an answer, of sorts. He pulled her hand out and whispered against her ear "Not here, not in this place. But dear god I-"
"Please?" She whimpered.
"Alright, but just you. Just to see how much we can get away with."
Scooting back more on the desk she dug her nails into his back and rested her head on his shoulder, her legs tightened back around his waist. "I'm ready, Moving a hand he slipped it down to continue rubbing her clit, his fingers well-acquainted with the pleasure center of her wetness.
Though the goal was to please her without making a lot of noise, pleasing her was still his top priority. And please he did, enough for her sighs to come out more shakey. Enough for her to crush her lips against his, enough for her legs to tighten around his waist, moaning into their embrace. He struggled to control himself. Though William wanted nothing more than to lay her on his desk and buck into her with reckless abandon and stop choking down his own grunts, he couldn't. They were still in a public place, and even with the door shut the risk was of being caught was still scarily available.
And though that fact scared the hell out of him, strangely, it also turned him on even more. Nevertheless, he applied pressure on her lower stomach with his other hand knowing she was closer to her breaking point. His suspicions were correct as a choked moan escaped her as her clit pulsed against his fingers, her quivering thighs lost their grip from around him. She took his face in his hands, her palms clammy. "Thank you. Thank you…"
"It was my pleasure," Gently, he unwrapped her legs from around him, While their quick rendezvous was damn near cathartic (and confirmed she still wanted him even when he was being a total clod), he still wanted more of her.
Just not here.
"Honey? You're still-"
"Yes, I know. We'll deal with that later," he coughed. He adjusted himself in his pants through his pocket. "I'll have to hide it with my briefcase but that's alright. It'll probably die down on the car ride home anyway."
"Okay, then let's get out of here," She hopped off the desk, stumbling, then falling against him. Tugging down her skirt, she caught a glance of herself in the frame of a picture on the wall. "Oh, my lipstick smudged a little!." she pouted. She stumbled against him again, and together they heard a clinking sound. "Oh, Hon, your keys fell on the floor." She reached down and picked them up.
"Huh. These aren't mine. Mine don't have a- oh. Oh no…"
"What?" She inspected them, looking at the trinkets attached. "Oh, these must be Pete's! He and Tyler have matching Strong Style keychain-"
Knock knock.
"Oh for heavens-" William quickly returned to his seat, pulling himself to it his desk to hide his… problem. Too bad there wasn't a quick way to force the redness in his face to die down…
"Hey, Miss? It's Pete again. I think my keys might've slipped from my gym bag?"
"Oh, uh yeah! Just a second!" She smoothed her hair down and unlocked the door. There he was, hair now down from his usual bun and damp, the same seemingly permanent glower on his face… that quickly turned into a look of surprise as his keys were handed to him. He looked at her, and over his shoulder at William, who gave him a small wave.
He coughed. "Uh, thanks. See you later."
"Anytime, Mr. Dunne!" She beamed, closing the door as he walked off. She snapped her head in William's direction, her back against the door. "Do you think he noticed anything weird?"
"I doubt it." But in a selfish, immature, petty sort of way, William hoped the lad would put two and two together.
And realize he didn't have a chance in hell with his favorite lady.
