Want to love, want to die ~ A Manchester United Fanfiction

Chapter 2

Scott McTominay's Point of View

18th July 2024

TW: Slightly sexual

As I was lying in my bed thinking about it all, there was a knock on my door. I quickly got up, knowing that it was Diogo who had arrived now. I walked over to the front door and took a deep breath before opening it. Diogo immedieately jumped into my arms, wrapping his around my waist, and leaning his head into my chest. "I've missed you..." he said with a bit of a flirty tone. I sighed and locked the door behind him. He removed his shoes and then smiled with at me with the same look he gives me everytime, a flirty glance which I believe is fake. He's trying to make me fall in love with him so I don't feel that way about Marcus. Though, it's actually helped a bit, but I don't like that it has. Because now I'll just have issues with the fact that I'll be in love with Diogo instead. He grabbed me by the hand and dragged me into my room. To be honest, I didn't really want to right now, but I didn't really know how to say that. As we got in, he let go, I turned around, shut the door and then felt his hands starting to remove my shirt. I felt uneasy, like, I like him, but I don't like this. He threw my shirt on the floor and dragged me to my bed, then me getting down on it. I just sat there, looking at him as he took his shirt off too. I mean, just the thought of it is bad, but when it actually happens, I love it. He sat down on top of me, wrapping his arms around my neck. Our lips locked together as my hands placed themselves on his hips. He slowly kissed down my face and onto my neck. At first it was just some kisses, but then it evolved into a bite. I blushed hard, biting my lip to stop myself from letting any noises slip from my mouth. He let his hands run down my back and down to my waist. He kissed me again, starting to push me down on the bed. At that, I couldn't let him be in control much longer, so I wrapped my arms around him and turned us around so I ended on top of him instead. Our lips connected once again, the kiss being more passionate than the one before. But at the point where I felt his thumb on the edge of my pants, wanting to take them off, I stopped. I quickly pulled away and sat up. "I can't do this." I said, feeling guilty that I couldn't control myself. "Why not?" he asked, sitting up as well. "I feel like I'm just using you..." I said, feeling like another of those panic attacks was rising up in me. "You're not! It was my idea!" he protested. "But--" I said, getting cut off as he hugged me tightly from behind. "Stop saying that. I don't mind this at all..." he whispered. "But..." I tried saying again. "No... please stop blaming yourself, you can't help your feelings." he said with a tone that worried for me. I sighed, giving up on arguing more. We sat like that for a few more minutes before he got up and put his shirt back on, also handing me mine. I put it back on, then getting up too. "I guess, I should leave?" he asked as he looked at me. I nodded, feeling guilty still, but still more sad. As he left the room and was about to leave my house, I quickly walked out to him saying: "Wait--" He turned to look at me, raising an eyebrow in confusion. I stepped closer to him and gently grabbed him by the hand. I quickly kissed him on the lips. He blushed, was frozen for a few seconds, then quickly left. That leaving me by myself wondering why the fuck I just did that.