Warm sand felt good between the long, slender toes
of Jack Sparrow. _Captain Jack Sparrow_, he reminded
himself with a satisfied smirk. This was the first
time he�d been to the Caribbean with his new ship and
crew. He�d found this deserted little island, told the
crew to enjoy themselves however they wanted, and to
avoid disturbing him and Bootstrap for at least a full
24 hours. _So far, so good,_ he sighed and lifted a
rum bottle to his lips, taking a swig. _Where was
Turner anyway?_ He glanced about then turned to look
at the Pearl. Lights ablaze in the dusk, sails furled,
she was the one thing that said �home� to him. But he
corrected himself when he felt a pair of warm, strong
arms slide around his waist.
   �Miss me, love?� William�s whisper �shivered Jack�s
timbers� pleasantly.
   �In a manner o� speakin�,� Jack leaned his head
back to rest on Bill�s shoulder and their mouths met.
   Bill took his time with the kiss. He kissed well,
as did Jack, because they practiced so much. Jack�s
lips were open just enough, receptive, and tasted
pleasantly of rum and sea salt. The key to it was how
to use the tongue. Jack�s tongue slid gently along his
lower lip first then the upper before exploring the
interior. When their tongues met, they began the
mating dance. First Bill�s would push into Jack�s
mouth, capture Jack�s then draw it back into his
mouth. Jack might then return the favor or he might
teasingly withdraw to invite another round. Bill began
to undo the vest and belt Jack wore so that his hand
could touch the skin beneath. 
   Jack felt his first-mate�s hand slide, hot and
rough, under his shirt and onto his sensitive
belly-flesh. Every time it happened, he had to
suppress the urge to writhe and giggle. It seemed a
strange idea for a murderous pirate to be ticklish but
it was true. He could feel Bill�s lust pressing
against his backside through the fabric of their
trousers and he moaned. His breath caught in his
throat at the same time, giving the moan a flickering
sound.
   �Don�t do that,� Bill said suddenly, breaking off
the kiss. His amber eyes twinkled with amusement.
�Every time you do that, me willy gets so hard I have
to soak it in brine to take a piss.�
   Jack chuckled. �I�ve got a better idea, love. Let
_me_ soak it.�
   Jack pushed him back to rest against a palm tree
then dropped to his knees in front of Bill. Turner
felt Jack�s hands undo and pull down his breeches.
Those hands were hard, callused, yet Jack used them so
gently, so delicately, that they�d been known to drive
Bill to climax without ever touching his sensitive
spots directly. Jack�s fingertips on one hand grazed
his shaft as the other hand massaged his scrotum. Bill
caught his breath and reached for the dark hair of his
lover. The feeling of Jack�s scarf nearly brought him
to orgasm. Just a few nights ago, Jack had taken the
scarf from his hair and used it to bind his wrists
together so that he wouldn�t �interfere� in Jack�s
plans. His mind was returned abruptly to the here and
now when he felt hot breath stroke across the head of
his manhood before the lips and tongue began to work
the entire length. It seemed hard to believe but every
time Jack was in another port and visited another
whore, he picked up a new trick to use on Bill. Not
that Bill minded, but it amazed him that Jack was so
�retentive.� Jack began to actively pull the head into
his mouth, his tongue swirling about the tip then
fluttering down the underside of the shaft. Turner
laced his fingers into the dark hair and let Jack do
his best, which was truly excellent. He felt the
climax building steadily but resisted the urge to
hurry it. The one thing he�d learned about dealing
with Jack Sparrow was that he had to do things in his
own time at his own pace. Push at him and he�d balk.
Wait too long and he�d either do it not at all or do
it quickly, haphazardly. 
   He came a few seconds later, his cry originally
intended to be his captain�s name but came out as an
incoherent grunt. Jack did not stop, though, and spent
several moments cleaning him thoroughly and re-firming
his mast. Bill sagged down the tree until he was eye
to eye with Sparrow.
   �Happy anniversary, love,� Jack said as he pulled
Bill to the ground with him, pressing his hips against
Bill�s so that the heat from him sparked a fire within
Turner. �It�s been 10 years we been together.�
   �Really?� Bill withdrew slightly to look into the
black eyes. �Are you sure?�
   Jack laughed aloud, the sound drawing a visceral
response from Bill. �Does it matter the day? Look,
isn�t this the perfect time and place for it?�
   Bill grinned. �I suppose.�
   It was Turner�s duty now to make his captain happy.
He began by laying the white linen tunic open and
kissing, nipping and sucking at the dark brown nipples
on his chest. Jack groaned and fumbled at his own
breeches.
   �Get _on_ with it, love.�
   Bill caught his hands and kissed the palms, pushing
them away. �My anniversary present to you,
Jack-be-nimble. Have patience!�
    �Patience is not one o� my virtues, Turner,� Jack
grumbled.
   Bill laughed. �Maybe it should be. Lay still,
Captain.�
   Sparrow whimpered in frustration. Bill worshipped
Jack Sparrow with an intensity that bordered on
blasphemy. It was more than just his looks or his
manner, though both made Bootstrap�s heart pound. It
imperiled his immortal soul and he cared not one whit.
   Holding Jack�s hands to keep them out of the way,
Bill used his mouth to untie the lacings of his
trousers. Jack gasped and tried to push himself
against Bill for more, firmer contact. Bootstrap
chuckled and gave his lust-burdened Captain an evil
leer.
   �Patience is its own reward.�
   Jack gasped, �If you mention patience one more
time, Turner, I�ll make you one.�
   Bill made no response just went back to his slow,
cautious unlacing of the breeches. When he finished,
he deliberately placed Jack�s hands on the ground at
his sides. �Leave them there, Captain Jack, or I�ll be
forced to walk away from you, delightful though you
are. I�m not in any desperate way, ye know.�
   �This is mutiny,� Jack growled but the grin on his
face couldn�t get any wider. 
   �Hmmm,� Bill mumbled non-committally. �Or you could
just say it�s one of my duties to make my captain
squirm a bit.�
   �Oh,� Jack moaned as he felt Bill pulling his
trousers down finally. When the trousers were finally
free of him, Bill tossed them aside. He sat back on
his haunches for a moment and took the opportunity to
really look at his gorgeous captain in the now-rising
moonlight. 
   �Did I ever tell you that you�re beautiful?� Bill
asked suddenly. Jack, puzzled by this sudden turn of
events, cocked his head to one side. �Have I ever said
that I love you more than life itself?�
   Jack�s throat suddenly went dry and he raised
himself up on his elbows. �You�re leavin� me!�
   �No.� Bill said but at Jack�s continued look of
horror, he denied it again. �No! No, I�m not. I
just-I�ve just never said those things to you and I
should. I love you.�
   Jack grinned then flopped back on the sand in
relief. �So if ye�re so in love with me, why am I
still waitin� to receive my anniversary gift?�
   Bill pulled a small bottle of oil out of a pocket
and proceeded to pour a little into his right hand. He
coated the first two fingers on his left very well
then leaned down to take Jack�s penis into his mouth.
Jack gasped as fire from his groin shot out in all
directions, need causing small spasms in all his
limbs. He drew his legs up to open himself to Bill
when the other pirate began to probe for his entrance.
As the fingers slid up inside him gently, his breath
hissed out. He closed his eyes and surrendered to the
ecstasy. Turner knew exactly how to touch the exact
places on his body to make him scream with delight. He
was coming dangerously close to the brink when Bill�s
mouth left him and the fingers withdrew. He opened his
eyes in frustration.
   �Now what?!�
   �Now this,� Bill said, his hard body moving up to
cover Jack. His open mouth closed on Jack�s and he
positioned his cock cautiously to enter Sparrow�s
threshold. He pushed in gently, drawing a steady �oh�
out of his lover as he buried himself to the hilt.
Jack made a sobbing sound as he withdrew a bit and
Bill remembered the first time they�d done this. He�d
been so shocked and horrified that he might have
caused Jack pain that he�d stopped entirely. Jack had
looked aghast at him and asked what was wrong. When
Turner explained what he�d heard, Jack flashed a
rumpled grin and said that he�d always made that sound
when he was near to coming but that William had never
marked it before. With that, they�d returned to their
love-making to finish what they�d started.
   Tonight, though, there was no stopping. Jack
wrapped his arms about Bill�s neck to better position
himself for each thrust. Bill�s mouth left Jack�s to
visit his ear then his neck. When he returned to his
mouth, Jack seized his lower lip in his teeth and
sucked hard on it. Turner worked a hand free and
gently seized Sparrow�s cock. For Jack, that was the
end. He came explosively with a long, guttural moan.
At the sound, William climaxed, collapsing helplessly
onto Jack and burying his face into his captain�s
sweat-soaked collarbone. They lay entwined for several
minutes, simply enjoying the pleasure of each other�s
company. Bill raised his head finally and looked down
at Jack. For a moment, the pirate captain regarded him
with a gentle look of satisfaction. Then abruptly, a
wicked light popped into his eyes.
   �You owe me one.�