Car carrying a portrait of Kim Jong-Il during the funeral procession in Pyongyang. Kim Jong-il served as leader of the Democratic People's Republic of Korea from July 8, 1994 until his death on December 17, 2011.
Taken on December 28, 2011
Photographer: B.J. Warnick
Nick busts into Warrick's place and gives him a hard time for flirting with a female witness at a scene... they argue and fight a little and then Nick just admits he was jealous... this is established relationship... then Warrick holds Nick against the wall and some fun things happen... Excerpt below the cut...
Nickâs voice went softer. ââCourse I trust you Rick,â he said, stepping closer. âYou know that. Nobody Iâd rather have at my back. In the field orâŠâ A grin twitched at the corner of his mouth. âOut in the real world.â
âThen what are you doing bustinâ in here and givinâ me shit, huh?â Warrick asked. He couldnât help the pull Nick had on him, and stepped closer so they were in each otherâs space.
âYou just make me crazy man,â Nick said, his breath hot on Warrickâs skin. âYou know that. Sometimes I canât think right when Iâm around you.â
Their lips got close to touching, but instead Warrick took hold of Nickâs shoulders and backed him into the wall. He took Nickâs wrists in a tight grip and held them overhead, pressing Nick into the wall with his body. âYou gotta get yourself under control Nick,â he said seriously, despite their position. âCanât have you losinâ your mind at work all the time. Everybodyâll know.â
âNah,â Nick said, voice gruff. âI used to look at you the same way before we got together. Everybody thinks Iâm still just upset that youâre not interested.â
âOh, Iâm interested,â Warrick said softly, getting his lips teasingly close to Nickâs.
âAlright, then let go and weâll have some fun already,â Nick demanded, tensing his muscles and pressing into Warrickâs grip.
Warrick couldnât help but smile. Theyâd tested it more than few times and found that Warrick was definitely the stronger of the two of them. It took little effort to keep Nick against the wall, not that he was really fighting.
âCome on Rick,â Nick groaned, pushing harder. âYouâre holdinâ me awful tight there, man.â There was amusement in his voice, so Warrick didnât back off.
âYeah, what are you gonna do about it? Huh, Nick?â Warrick asked. âDoesnât seem like thereâs much you can do about it.â
âOh no?â Nick asked, grinning at the challenge, his brown eyes lighting up with excitement. And then he genuinely tried to get free. He tensed every muscle in his body from shoulders to toes and pressed against Warrick. It was a valiant struggle, but Warrick kept him pinned even as Nickâs face turned a little red with the effort.
âYou know what I think?â Warrick asked, dragging his lips across Nickâs, but not kissing him yet.
âHuh?â Nick panted, chest heaving from excitement and effort.
âI think youâre going to do whatever I tell you to do, or youâre not going to get what you want,â Warrick said.
