Things I Should Of Done Chapter 1, a wrestling fanfic

Hey guys.

This is the start of my first wrestling fic. I have a couple of others in the works but this idea came to me so clear and it was like the whole story. Well most of it, I know where I'm going and I know how I'm getting there, kind of. So this should be good. I'm not a big fan of Randy Orton so this will be the only Randy Orton OC I do I think. Although if people like it and I get a good idea I might do more. I'm more into Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy and Cody Rhodes though. And this is basically the only fic Randy will be a nice guy in. So enjoy.

And please tell me how I'm doing because I have no idea how this will be received.

Happy reading.

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I should of said no. I should of told him to stop, but I didn't do either and now it could ruin my life.

It was late one evening my boyfriend Chase had been re-deployed and now I was alone. That's where this series of events started, a whole load of cataclysmic events that are beginning to spiral out of my control. But to explain this properly I need to go back, just a bit further….

"Come here baby." Chase seductively snarled to me.

"Chase." I giggled.

He was home for once, on break from service, problem was with him I never really new when he'd be going and when he'd be back. I know he has to live on-post and until I finished building my house it wasn't so bad, I mean, I lived on-post too most of the time. But since he'd changed unit only some people lived on post and he could be called for anytime.

"Come on how often do we have the house to ourselves? How often do we get this time alone? Please…" He questioned and pleaded nuzzling his stubbly face into my neck.

It sent shivers down my spine. I made a small noise of agreement and he pushed me up against the wall.

Now don't get me wrong it's not like we're forty with kids or something. I'm 21 actually but I've been with Chase for a while, he's my high school sweetheart. I love him. My friends and his, however, don't seem to think our sex life is important the amount they intrude in our house. They think they can just….

I moaned as he nipped the base of my neck lightly, he always managed to find the right spot to make me moan. I wrapped my legs around his waste as he continued to press light kisses down towards my cleavage.

"Chase.." I moaned again, sounding strangled.

It was hard to get it out. He'd been away for a long time. I hadn't had sex since he'd last gone. I could feel myself becoming wet, my core was throbbing.

Apparently that was all the conformation he needed, I found myself being pulled away from the wall as he began walking to the bedroom. I felt his knees hit the bed seconds before my back landed on it. His body was covering mine. I grinned through the kissing. I'd never had sex with anyone else, but Chase was good at it in my opinion.

My grin just made him more eager he ran his rough hands up the sides of my torso underneath my shirt. I could feel the goose bumps break out on my arms as I put them around him more firmly. He pulled his hands out and started unbuttoning my shirt. It was painfully slow as he eased it off so all that covered my top half was a lacy red bra.

That was my one criticism, he was so gentle, sometimes I wondered what it would be like rough. Sometimes I felt rough and eager but no with Chase 'slow and steady wins the race'.

I was nowhere near as patient as Chase. I ripped his shirt off and ran my hands up his well defined chest. He had nice stringy muscles small, yet defined. His skin was pale and empty. He was no fan of tattoos.

The slowness was starting to get to me as he gently slipped off my jeans to reveal my small, red thong. I reached down to unbutton his pants, the anticipation building and…

DING DONG!

"Leave it." I pleaded.

"You know I can't what if it's a call to duty." He said reserved lifting himself off of me, resigned to whatever was coming.

I sighed as he left the room to get the door. His muscles rippling as he rolled his shoulders. Why was he so good at letting it go. When I get interrupted and I'm horny, I get pissed….Chase doesn't seem affected.

"Mother fuckers better have a fucking good reason for interrupting me." I mumbled a bit more than just pissed.

Anyone would be. Nine freaking months he's been gone. Nine freaking months I've had no sex and we 're just about to reach the good part and the bloody doorbell goes off.

"Nat, it's for you." Chase's smooth voice slid up the stairs and I heard the distinct sound of him going to the kitchen. Can't be someone he wants to see then, I thought, he only does that when he's pissed off.

I shrugged on Chase's t-shirt which came to my upper thigh and made my way threw the large house to the front door.

"John?" I asked confused. What the hell is he doing here? Thought he was on the road.

My older brother was leaning against the door frame looking at the welcome matt flanked by some of his big athletic colleagues.

"Hey Nat." He said pulling me into a hug. I tried my best to hug him back but he was rather large. My curly red hair flowed over his huge arms as he hugged me. I was rather short and well my brother was rather tall. Five foot two to six foot one.

"I thought you were on the road." I said clearly confused.

"I am but the hotel messed up our booking and I was wondering if Randy, Ted, Cody and I could stay here, I didn't realised Chase was home. Sorry." He said.

John doesn't get on with Chase. He thinks Chase is an idiot. Chase says the feeling's mutual.

"Don't worry about it John, sure you can stay come in." I said stepping aside.

John and the guys came in pulling their suitcases behind them.

"We're going to be in this area for about two months is that alright?" He asked, "Will Chase mind?"

"He'll get over it." I replied.

"Are you sure we won't be interrupting anything?" Ted asked.

If only you knew what you'd already interrupted, I thought.

"No it's ok Ted." I said smiling. "Follow me."

I led them upstairs to their rooms. I like Ted I thought, Cody's sweet and Ted's wife Kristen is like one of my best friends. Shame she's not here. Then there's Randy. I get on well with Randy, we can have a good laugh but I never know how to act. He's so hot, that I'll admit and he makes me feel so safe when I'm around him.

Then it hit me. That's why Chase is so pissed off, he's worried about the hot wrestler guys being around. God one's married, one's my brother, one's a sweet friend and one's a totally freakin' amazingly smoking hot guy of my dreams.

Yeah it's probably the last one he's worried about but never mind, it's not like anything will happen. John wouldn't let it his best friend and his sister, yeah right, Randy knows his boundaries and I wouldn't do that to Chase.

I won't worry Randy can handle himself. I'm sure he'll be ok. Anyway I don't know why Chase is completely pissed. I'm really likely to bang one of them while he's home.

I snuck up on Chase in the kitchen and wrapped my arms around his abdomen.

"Did you let them stay?" He asked in a strained tone, stopping the washing up.

"Yeah." I sighed.

"God!" He exclaimed slamming a glass onto the counter so hard it shattered with a deafening crack. I jumped backwards.

"Chase!" I said accusingly.

"Why?" He asked in a hard tone.

"Why the hell not?" I asked getting riled up myself now.

He gave me a hard stare. Chase has a bad temper, it could rival John's but not Randy's. You see Chase doesn't lose his temper often, like John, but when he does lose it, he loses it big time.

"Chase please…" I asked conceding, pouting out my full lips and widening my large blue eyes giving him the puppy dog look.

He sighed, moved towards me and wrapped his arms around me. That's a good thing though, the blowups big the effect is for about two seconds.

"For you." He said into my neck.

"Thank you." I whispered.

We heard feet pounding down the hallway and he stepped back beginning to pick up the glass.

The boys entered the room.

"We heard a smash, everything alright?" Asked Cody.

"Yeah." I replied, "I dropped a glass, that's all."

The boys nodded and began to leave, but Randy cocked his head at me. 'What's wrong?' That man is too damn perceptive for my own good. I shook my head slightly. 'Not now.'

I'd tell him, of course I would, I'm like a puppet when it comes to Randy. It's so hard, he's just a guy I can open up to, he's my brothers best friend for god's sake, I've known him for ages.

Chase smiled at me as he disposed of the last of the glass, took my hand and walked with me to our room.

As I settled down I smiled, most of my best friends were in the same city now, Chase was home, and this could turn out to be a good couple of months.

If only I had known then what a mess this would turn my life into. I should've know better than to tempt fate with that thought. I didn't know then that Chase would get a deployment phone call about three in the morning, kiss me on the head, write me a note and leave. I didn't know that would be the start of a set of events I shouldn't of entered into. A set of events I should of stopped as soon as possible.

As it turns out, there's a lot of things I should of done.

So good? bad? Keep me posted guys.

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