FIC: Lost Without You (BB/OB)(13/19)
Title: Lost Without You (13/19)
Author: sassywitch
Beta hisniblets
Pairing: OB/BB, mentions of BB/DM
Rating: NC-17 for the series, PG for this chapter.
Summary: Orlando receives some devastating news and does his best to deal with it
Feedback: Feedback is my writers crack, which is not to be confused at all with plumbers crack.
Banner: By the amazing and talented loki_girl
Authors Notes: In this AU, Dom is less than the ditzy caring man we’ve all come to know through fic. If that has the potential to upset you please don’t go any further.
Here be the promised snmackdown. It may not be exactly as you expected but this is it. Also another warning just in case you need it. Dom is not nice in this fic, not nice at all.
Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality. These men whilst adorable and perfectly happy to slash themselves, their actual relationship is something that they only know.
Word Count: 2359
Previous Chapters: Chapter 1| Chapter 2| Chapter 3| Chapter 4| Chapter 5| Chapter 6| Chapter 7| Chapter 8| Chapter 9| Chapter 10| Chapter 11| Chapter 12|
Posted to: fellow_shippers, sassyfic
Orlando leaned against the back of the sofa, his legs crossed at the ankles, his arms folded across his chest as he watched Billy pacing frenetically. The smaller man’s agitation was evident in every sharp step.
“We should be doing this together, Billy.” Orlando reasoned with him.
“Why?” Billy asked, “So you can be miserable too?” Billy turned to look out the window, sightlessly staring at the gardens outside.
“No. So that you’re not alone.” He replied quietly, one hand reaching out to touch Billy’s shoulder as he passed by him.
“So you can trust me?” Billy spun on him, his voice low, his accent deep and guttural. “Are you worried that I’ll go there and just jump into bed with him?”
“I’m not like him, Billy.” Orlando’s eyes were wide as he realized what Billy was saying, his voice loud and angry. “For Fuck’s sake Bill, I’ve told you, if he is what makes you happy then stay with him. But don’t for one minute lump me in with that selfish bastard. I Love you. I trust you. I don’t need to be there for ME. I know as well as you do exactly what he’s going to do and I don’t want him to hurt you.”
“He won’t hurt me.” Billy responded glumly, turning back to the window.
“Listen to yourself.” Orlando grimaced, stepping closer to Billy as he spoke, his hands fisted on his hips to stop from reaching out for the smaller man. “He’s done nothing but fucking hurt you for ten fucking years. You honestly think that’s going to stop now?”
“He’s my lover. He doesn’t do anything I don’t deserve.” Billy shrugged, “He’s … He’s my Dom.”
“He’s your lover?” Orlando spoke slowly, his anger building to a white hot flame. “What the fuck am I?”
“Orli, please?” Billy whispered pressing his face against the cold glass.
“I thought I was your lover, Billy.” Orlando stated flatly, his breathing deep as he struggled to fight through his own anger. “Or do I treat you too much like an equal for you to want me, is that it? If I were to treat you like crap, if I was to take your heart and rip it out the same way he does then I’d be a real lover?”
“It’s complicated, laddie.” Billy murmured.
“Then explain it to me, or let me come with you or something. Don’t just make me go away while he rips your heart and soul out. I want, no I need to be able to help you.”
“You’ll just have to trust me, I don’t know if I can do this a second time. Fuck me, I don’t even know if I can do it once, so I have to do this properly now.”
“Do what?” Orlando frowned.
“This.” Billy gestured out the window before he stepped back, running one nervous hand through his mussed hair.
Orlando looked out the window to see Dom’s car parked at the kerb, with Dom, himself, climbing out of the vehicle and straightening his clothes before starting the short trek up the pathway, pausing to pluck a flower from the bed beside the path.
“Schmuck.” Orlando whispered under his breath before he dropped the curtain and turned back to Billy. “I’ll find my keys and leave you to it, then, you know where I am, call me and I’ll be here.”
“You don’t have to leave.” Billy turned his green eyes almost pleading.
“I thought you didn’t want me to do this with you?” Orlando asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.
“But I don’t want you to go either.” Billy scrubbed at his hair, the fingers of one hand plucking at his jeans nervously. “I don’t know what I want. Don’t ask, Laddie.” He shook his head. “I cannae even explain it.”
Orlando shook his head as he heard the sharp rhythmic knock on the door. Standing closer to Billy he took his face in both hands. “Ignore it. He came here, he knows you’re home, he’ll wait. Calm down, it’ll all be alright, whatever happens. Don’t let him get the better of you. I’ll be out back if you need me, all you have to do is call. Just remember one thing…” Orlando released Billy and then drew him quickly into a tight full body embrace.
“What?” Billy asked, slipping his hands under Orlando’s arms and hugging him tightly. Closing his eyes he pressed his face against Orlando’s chest.
“That I love you.” Orlando whispered against his hair and hugged him even tighter before he released him and moved quickly out of the room without saying another word.
Billy watched Orlando walk out of the room, the kitchen door closing almost silently behind him. The fingers of his left hand closed to pluck at invisible threads on the thigh of his jeans as he stood completely unsure of what to do. He laughed mirthlessly at himself. He was Billy, the one who, no matter how much they'd collectively drunk, made sure that the others got home safely. The one who had always made clear decisions, and now he couldn't even think rationally, let alone make sensible decisions.
The knock on the door was louder the second time drawing Billy from his nervous reverie.
“Coming.” He called as he moved quickly to his front door.
Swinging the door open, the first thing he saw was the blue flower lifted to head height in front of him.
“Hi.” Dom murmured with a small smile, ducking to look around the flower at him.
“Hi.” Billy answered, his hand reaching out to take the flower from Dom’s fingers, before he stepped back to allow Dom to step into the entryway.
Dom stepped through the door, his hand lifting to brush the backs of his knuckles against Billy’s cheek as he leaned in to press a gentle kiss to Billy’s lips.
Billy closed the door behind him and followed him into the living room, the tiny flower held tightly in nervous fingers, crushing the stem.
“I knew you were safe.” Dom declared as he leaned against the back of the sofa. “Elfboy came and saw me.”
“He told me.” Billy nodded.
“Where is he?” Dom glanced along the hallway his eyes searching for the other man. “You know he thinks he’s in love with you.”
“He’s outside.” Billy nodded again, watching Dom searching for Orlando, seeing the shadow of an emotion he couldn’t quite name in the blue gray eyes he loved so much. “And he told me.”
Dom frowned as he watched Billy closely. “So? Did you fuck him?” he asked casually, stepping forward to cup Billy’s face with one long, elegant hand. “Was he as good as me?” his thumb brushed across Billy’s lip.
“What the fuck?” Billy pulled away from Dom’s touch, disgusted by the jealousy behind the question. “What right do you have to ask me that?” He stalked across the room, trying desperately to put some distance between Dom and himself.
“If he wasn’t such a git, I’d fuck him.” Dom shrugged, “It must have been a rush for you when he told you. He would’ve gotten a sweet reward for his confession. It might have loosened you up a bit.”
“You know, Dommeh, not everyone is like you.” Billy sighed shaking his head, disappointed in the man who had been his first real love.
“Maybe YOU should be, it would make our lives a shitload easier.” Dom walked across the room and tilted his head to kiss him slowly, his tongue tracing across Billy’s lips.
“looks to me like yours already is.” Billy pulled back, struggling against his own desire to melt against the younger man. “Aren’t you the one that told me that we couldn’t do this anymore?”
“Do what?” Dom grinned and cupped his hand behind Billy’s head pulling him back into his kiss.
“This.” Billy briefly gave into the need to mold himself to Dom’s body and sink against him, his tongue twisting with Dom’s.
“What’s a casual fuck between friends?” Dom muttered against Billy’s lips as his hands slid down Billy’s torso, fingertips tracing across his belt buckle.
Feeling the backs of Dom’s fingers brushing against his cotton covered belly, his thumbs caressing his denim jeans as he pulled Billy’s belt open was more effective than a bucket of cold water in pulling him out of the daze he had fallen into.
“For god’s sake Dommeh, after everything you said to me last time you were here…knowing that Orli is just outside, you’re going to what? Bend me over my own sofa and fuck me? I don’t think so. Not this time. Not anymore.” Billy growled, pulling away he fastened his buckle again and stalked across the room, his free hand scrubbing nervously in his hair.
“Hey.” Dom shrugged a crooked grin spreading across his face, “Why not? I’m horny, we’re both here, you always say yes eventually.”
“Not this time.” Billy ground out, his arms folded across his chest. “I don’t do casual fuck-buddies. You know that.”
“Because you’ve pledged your undying troth to the Elf?” Dom laughed mirthlessly, “Jesus, Bills, you know he can’t give you what you really need. What you really want. You and I both know that don’t we. I’m the only one that can really give you what you want.”
“We both know that he’ll give me the one thing you couldn’t or wouldn’t.” Billy countered pulling himself to his full height, pressing his hands to his hips.
“You’re sexy when you’re pissy, Bills.” Dom spoke stepping forward, he slid his hands around Billy’s waist and ground himself against the smaller man. “He’ll never give you what I gave you, he’ll never tease you or hold you down, he’ll never whip you or…mark you, and we both know that’s what you need, don’t we?”
Billy pulled out of Dom’s sticky embrace and pushed him back against the wall, one agitated fingertip stabbing into Dom’s chest with every word.
“You’re the one that needs that shite. I would have fucking given you anything. For…” he paused catching his breath as his voice cracked. “Jesus, Dommeh, I GAVE you everything and all I was was a part time fuck, when you got the itch. I thought…” he turned away. “It doesn’t matter what I thought, but it sure as fuck matters now. I want you out of my house and I want you away from me.”
“nice words, Bills.” Dom shrugged sidling back up to Billy, his hand tracing down Billy’s body until his palm cupped his crotch. “You’ll never stand by it, when the poncy elf has stopped turning you against me you’ll come running back. You always do. I’m like a drug for you and soon enough vanilla boy won’t be enough for you and you’ll be jonesing for the real thing. You’d better hope that I’ll still take you back.”
“I won’t want you back.” Billy spat at him and watched as Dom ambled out of the room, saluting him as he turned into the foyer. “You know what, Dom? There’s nothing vanilla about him.”
“I knew you’d fucked him. You never could hide it.” Dom remarked as he slammed the door closed behind him.
Billy drew a deep shuddering breath and flopped onto the sofa, his hands trembling as he wrapped his arms around his waist, struggling to calm down. Knowing that he wanted nothing more than to find Orlando, he still sat there trying to regain his hold on his emotions.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Dom walked angrily down the pathway to the car, his foot striking out to kick the small plant he had plucked the flower from on his way in. Looking up he saw Orlando sitting on the hood of his car, legs crossed at the ankles, hands jammed in his pockets just waiting for his arrival.
“Get the fuck off my car.” Dom snarled at him.
“Went well did it?” Orlando looked up at him unable to hide the grin on his face.
“Enjoy it while it lasts.” Dom slipped his hands into his pockets and stood watching Orlando. “It won’t last long, he doesn’t really want you, he wants me.”
“That would be why he still has his pants on it is it?” Orlando quirked an eyebrow at him. “Why don’t you just get a clue?”
“Because I know him, he won’t be happy with you. You can’t give him what he wants. You won’t give him what he needs.”
“What he needs?” Orlando stepped closer to him, walking around the front of the car towards him. “What he needs is to get away from you.”
“I suppose you’re the one that can make him happy?”
“I can see you doubt that.” Orlando replied
“Look at you. You’re all pretty and no substance. He wont be happy with you for long, he doesn’t like to top.”
“what makes you think that’s how it is?” Orlando quirked an eyebrow.
“Because, just look at you?” Dom sneered at him.
“Have you ever bothered to ask him what he likes or is it always all about you?” Orlando asked calmly.
“I don’t have to ask him. I know.” Dom grinned. “He’ll get tired of experimenting. He’ll want to go back to how it is and then he’ll come running back to me. You’ll be thrown away like last weeks news.”
Orlando stalked forward and grabbed Dom by the tee shirt, pushing him back against the side of the car before Dom could react. Grinding his mouth against Dom’s he kissed him, hard and fast, the aggression he felt towards the smaller man pouring out of him. He pressed his body close, pinning him to the car.
Pulling away, Orlando released Dom as if he was burned and wiped the moisture from his face with the back of his hand.
“Think what you like, Monaghan, I can and will make him happy.” Orlando sneered at him before he turned away and started to walk up the pathway.
“Oh, by the way,” he turned back to look at Dom through narrowed eyes. “Word to the wise, asshole, stay away from my boyfriend.”
Author: sassywitch
Beta hisniblets
Pairing: OB/BB, mentions of BB/DM
Rating: NC-17 for the series, PG for this chapter.
Summary: Orlando receives some devastating news and does his best to deal with it
Feedback: Feedback is my writers crack, which is not to be confused at all with plumbers crack.
Banner: By the amazing and talented loki_girl
Authors Notes: In this AU, Dom is less than the ditzy caring man we’ve all come to know through fic. If that has the potential to upset you please don’t go any further.
Here be the promised snmackdown. It may not be exactly as you expected but this is it. Also another warning just in case you need it. Dom is not nice in this fic, not nice at all.
Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality. These men whilst adorable and perfectly happy to slash themselves, their actual relationship is something that they only know.
Word Count: 2359
Previous Chapters: Chapter 1| Chapter 2| Chapter 3| Chapter 4| Chapter 5| Chapter 6| Chapter 7| Chapter 8| Chapter 9| Chapter 10| Chapter 11| Chapter 12|
Posted to: fellow_shippers, sassyfic
Orlando leaned against the back of the sofa, his legs crossed at the ankles, his arms folded across his chest as he watched Billy pacing frenetically. The smaller man’s agitation was evident in every sharp step.
“We should be doing this together, Billy.” Orlando reasoned with him.
“Why?” Billy asked, “So you can be miserable too?” Billy turned to look out the window, sightlessly staring at the gardens outside.
“No. So that you’re not alone.” He replied quietly, one hand reaching out to touch Billy’s shoulder as he passed by him.
“So you can trust me?” Billy spun on him, his voice low, his accent deep and guttural. “Are you worried that I’ll go there and just jump into bed with him?”
“I’m not like him, Billy.” Orlando’s eyes were wide as he realized what Billy was saying, his voice loud and angry. “For Fuck’s sake Bill, I’ve told you, if he is what makes you happy then stay with him. But don’t for one minute lump me in with that selfish bastard. I Love you. I trust you. I don’t need to be there for ME. I know as well as you do exactly what he’s going to do and I don’t want him to hurt you.”
“He won’t hurt me.” Billy responded glumly, turning back to the window.
“Listen to yourself.” Orlando grimaced, stepping closer to Billy as he spoke, his hands fisted on his hips to stop from reaching out for the smaller man. “He’s done nothing but fucking hurt you for ten fucking years. You honestly think that’s going to stop now?”
“He’s my lover. He doesn’t do anything I don’t deserve.” Billy shrugged, “He’s … He’s my Dom.”
“He’s your lover?” Orlando spoke slowly, his anger building to a white hot flame. “What the fuck am I?”
“Orli, please?” Billy whispered pressing his face against the cold glass.
“I thought I was your lover, Billy.” Orlando stated flatly, his breathing deep as he struggled to fight through his own anger. “Or do I treat you too much like an equal for you to want me, is that it? If I were to treat you like crap, if I was to take your heart and rip it out the same way he does then I’d be a real lover?”
“It’s complicated, laddie.” Billy murmured.
“Then explain it to me, or let me come with you or something. Don’t just make me go away while he rips your heart and soul out. I want, no I need to be able to help you.”
“You’ll just have to trust me, I don’t know if I can do this a second time. Fuck me, I don’t even know if I can do it once, so I have to do this properly now.”
“Do what?” Orlando frowned.
“This.” Billy gestured out the window before he stepped back, running one nervous hand through his mussed hair.
Orlando looked out the window to see Dom’s car parked at the kerb, with Dom, himself, climbing out of the vehicle and straightening his clothes before starting the short trek up the pathway, pausing to pluck a flower from the bed beside the path.
“Schmuck.” Orlando whispered under his breath before he dropped the curtain and turned back to Billy. “I’ll find my keys and leave you to it, then, you know where I am, call me and I’ll be here.”
“You don’t have to leave.” Billy turned his green eyes almost pleading.
“I thought you didn’t want me to do this with you?” Orlando asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.
“But I don’t want you to go either.” Billy scrubbed at his hair, the fingers of one hand plucking at his jeans nervously. “I don’t know what I want. Don’t ask, Laddie.” He shook his head. “I cannae even explain it.”
Orlando shook his head as he heard the sharp rhythmic knock on the door. Standing closer to Billy he took his face in both hands. “Ignore it. He came here, he knows you’re home, he’ll wait. Calm down, it’ll all be alright, whatever happens. Don’t let him get the better of you. I’ll be out back if you need me, all you have to do is call. Just remember one thing…” Orlando released Billy and then drew him quickly into a tight full body embrace.
“What?” Billy asked, slipping his hands under Orlando’s arms and hugging him tightly. Closing his eyes he pressed his face against Orlando’s chest.
“That I love you.” Orlando whispered against his hair and hugged him even tighter before he released him and moved quickly out of the room without saying another word.
Billy watched Orlando walk out of the room, the kitchen door closing almost silently behind him. The fingers of his left hand closed to pluck at invisible threads on the thigh of his jeans as he stood completely unsure of what to do. He laughed mirthlessly at himself. He was Billy, the one who, no matter how much they'd collectively drunk, made sure that the others got home safely. The one who had always made clear decisions, and now he couldn't even think rationally, let alone make sensible decisions.
The knock on the door was louder the second time drawing Billy from his nervous reverie.
“Coming.” He called as he moved quickly to his front door.
Swinging the door open, the first thing he saw was the blue flower lifted to head height in front of him.
“Hi.” Dom murmured with a small smile, ducking to look around the flower at him.
“Hi.” Billy answered, his hand reaching out to take the flower from Dom’s fingers, before he stepped back to allow Dom to step into the entryway.
Dom stepped through the door, his hand lifting to brush the backs of his knuckles against Billy’s cheek as he leaned in to press a gentle kiss to Billy’s lips.
Billy closed the door behind him and followed him into the living room, the tiny flower held tightly in nervous fingers, crushing the stem.
“I knew you were safe.” Dom declared as he leaned against the back of the sofa. “Elfboy came and saw me.”
“He told me.” Billy nodded.
“Where is he?” Dom glanced along the hallway his eyes searching for the other man. “You know he thinks he’s in love with you.”
“He’s outside.” Billy nodded again, watching Dom searching for Orlando, seeing the shadow of an emotion he couldn’t quite name in the blue gray eyes he loved so much. “And he told me.”
Dom frowned as he watched Billy closely. “So? Did you fuck him?” he asked casually, stepping forward to cup Billy’s face with one long, elegant hand. “Was he as good as me?” his thumb brushed across Billy’s lip.
“What the fuck?” Billy pulled away from Dom’s touch, disgusted by the jealousy behind the question. “What right do you have to ask me that?” He stalked across the room, trying desperately to put some distance between Dom and himself.
“If he wasn’t such a git, I’d fuck him.” Dom shrugged, “It must have been a rush for you when he told you. He would’ve gotten a sweet reward for his confession. It might have loosened you up a bit.”
“You know, Dommeh, not everyone is like you.” Billy sighed shaking his head, disappointed in the man who had been his first real love.
“Maybe YOU should be, it would make our lives a shitload easier.” Dom walked across the room and tilted his head to kiss him slowly, his tongue tracing across Billy’s lips.
“looks to me like yours already is.” Billy pulled back, struggling against his own desire to melt against the younger man. “Aren’t you the one that told me that we couldn’t do this anymore?”
“Do what?” Dom grinned and cupped his hand behind Billy’s head pulling him back into his kiss.
“This.” Billy briefly gave into the need to mold himself to Dom’s body and sink against him, his tongue twisting with Dom’s.
“What’s a casual fuck between friends?” Dom muttered against Billy’s lips as his hands slid down Billy’s torso, fingertips tracing across his belt buckle.
Feeling the backs of Dom’s fingers brushing against his cotton covered belly, his thumbs caressing his denim jeans as he pulled Billy’s belt open was more effective than a bucket of cold water in pulling him out of the daze he had fallen into.
“For god’s sake Dommeh, after everything you said to me last time you were here…knowing that Orli is just outside, you’re going to what? Bend me over my own sofa and fuck me? I don’t think so. Not this time. Not anymore.” Billy growled, pulling away he fastened his buckle again and stalked across the room, his free hand scrubbing nervously in his hair.
“Hey.” Dom shrugged a crooked grin spreading across his face, “Why not? I’m horny, we’re both here, you always say yes eventually.”
“Not this time.” Billy ground out, his arms folded across his chest. “I don’t do casual fuck-buddies. You know that.”
“Because you’ve pledged your undying troth to the Elf?” Dom laughed mirthlessly, “Jesus, Bills, you know he can’t give you what you really need. What you really want. You and I both know that don’t we. I’m the only one that can really give you what you want.”
“We both know that he’ll give me the one thing you couldn’t or wouldn’t.” Billy countered pulling himself to his full height, pressing his hands to his hips.
“You’re sexy when you’re pissy, Bills.” Dom spoke stepping forward, he slid his hands around Billy’s waist and ground himself against the smaller man. “He’ll never give you what I gave you, he’ll never tease you or hold you down, he’ll never whip you or…mark you, and we both know that’s what you need, don’t we?”
Billy pulled out of Dom’s sticky embrace and pushed him back against the wall, one agitated fingertip stabbing into Dom’s chest with every word.
“You’re the one that needs that shite. I would have fucking given you anything. For…” he paused catching his breath as his voice cracked. “Jesus, Dommeh, I GAVE you everything and all I was was a part time fuck, when you got the itch. I thought…” he turned away. “It doesn’t matter what I thought, but it sure as fuck matters now. I want you out of my house and I want you away from me.”
“nice words, Bills.” Dom shrugged sidling back up to Billy, his hand tracing down Billy’s body until his palm cupped his crotch. “You’ll never stand by it, when the poncy elf has stopped turning you against me you’ll come running back. You always do. I’m like a drug for you and soon enough vanilla boy won’t be enough for you and you’ll be jonesing for the real thing. You’d better hope that I’ll still take you back.”
“I won’t want you back.” Billy spat at him and watched as Dom ambled out of the room, saluting him as he turned into the foyer. “You know what, Dom? There’s nothing vanilla about him.”
“I knew you’d fucked him. You never could hide it.” Dom remarked as he slammed the door closed behind him.
Billy drew a deep shuddering breath and flopped onto the sofa, his hands trembling as he wrapped his arms around his waist, struggling to calm down. Knowing that he wanted nothing more than to find Orlando, he still sat there trying to regain his hold on his emotions.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Dom walked angrily down the pathway to the car, his foot striking out to kick the small plant he had plucked the flower from on his way in. Looking up he saw Orlando sitting on the hood of his car, legs crossed at the ankles, hands jammed in his pockets just waiting for his arrival.
“Get the fuck off my car.” Dom snarled at him.
“Went well did it?” Orlando looked up at him unable to hide the grin on his face.
“Enjoy it while it lasts.” Dom slipped his hands into his pockets and stood watching Orlando. “It won’t last long, he doesn’t really want you, he wants me.”
“That would be why he still has his pants on it is it?” Orlando quirked an eyebrow at him. “Why don’t you just get a clue?”
“Because I know him, he won’t be happy with you. You can’t give him what he wants. You won’t give him what he needs.”
“What he needs?” Orlando stepped closer to him, walking around the front of the car towards him. “What he needs is to get away from you.”
“I suppose you’re the one that can make him happy?”
“I can see you doubt that.” Orlando replied
“Look at you. You’re all pretty and no substance. He wont be happy with you for long, he doesn’t like to top.”
“what makes you think that’s how it is?” Orlando quirked an eyebrow.
“Because, just look at you?” Dom sneered at him.
“Have you ever bothered to ask him what he likes or is it always all about you?” Orlando asked calmly.
“I don’t have to ask him. I know.” Dom grinned. “He’ll get tired of experimenting. He’ll want to go back to how it is and then he’ll come running back to me. You’ll be thrown away like last weeks news.”
Orlando stalked forward and grabbed Dom by the tee shirt, pushing him back against the side of the car before Dom could react. Grinding his mouth against Dom’s he kissed him, hard and fast, the aggression he felt towards the smaller man pouring out of him. He pressed his body close, pinning him to the car.
Pulling away, Orlando released Dom as if he was burned and wiped the moisture from his face with the back of his hand.
“Think what you like, Monaghan, I can and will make him happy.” Orlando sneered at him before he turned away and started to walk up the pathway.
“Oh, by the way,” he turned back to look at Dom through narrowed eyes. “Word to the wise, asshole, stay away from my boyfriend.”