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Rivals Than Lovers	By : icejadeus Category: Individual Celebrities > Athlete/Sports Misc Views: 1321 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not know Roger or Novak or any other real life person in this story. This is complete fiction and I do not make money or profit from this.

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Chapter One : Beginnings & Australian Open '08
Novak Djokovic was screwed. He had fallen in love with Roger Federer and all it took was a small glance at the number one in the world three years ago to get it started. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach every time the Swiss man came into his view. It wasn't the same as seeing him on TV. He watched Federer all the time on TV, watching his every move so he could try to mimic it on court. Being gay, it was hard to not develop a boyhood crush on the pro tennis player. But he did. The only person he could talk to was his mother, who apparently knew he was gay before he knew he was gay.
Dijana supported her son since he discovered he was homosexual. He was afraid of her reaction at first, but she grasped the scared twelve year old into her arms and assured that she still loved him. He was her first born and nothing could change that. He spent three hours crying out in relief after she told him that.
His crush on Roger was not effecting his playing. At least he didn't think it was. He would barely get through his Grand Slam appearances, but that was mainly due to his inexperience in playing in the majors. He found himself watching Federer more. In 2006, things progressed as normal for him. Everything was going great until he had to play Roger himself in the Masters Series in Monte Carlo. He was surprised to get through the first two qualifying rounds. Then his 'luck of the draw' gave him Federer for his next game and he cursed up a storm.
The first set went just like it was predicted. Roger won it with his finesse with Novak only getting three games. He managed to get the second set, making Roger work for the match. He managed to get three other games in the final set, but something happened as Roger turned the tide of the game to his favor. The Swiss was known for his shouts of 'come on' when he got incredible points. Novak had heard them on TV, but when he started hearing them in real life, he developed a problem down under. By the end of the Monte Carlo match, he was hard. Really hard. It got worse as he stepped forward and shook Roger's hand, congratulating him on winning the match. He wasn't sure if Roger felt it, but Novak felt a jolt shoot through his body that went straight to his cock. He was just glad he had chosen to wear loose shorts that day.
He went to the showers after that and chose one of the private stalls so prying eyes couldn't see the wood he was sporting after playing Roger. He stood under the shower head, washing himself off, trying to will it away, but about halfway through his shower, he was still fully erect and thinking about a naked Roger. He leaned forward and using the hand he shook Roger's with, started to stroke himself. With water streaming down his body, he imagined it was Roger's hand around his cock as he brought himself off to a too quick of an orgasm. He came in a shuddered gasp and had finished his shower quickly. No one had given him weird looks when he emerged from the shower, so he knew that he had gotten away with what he had just done. Tossed off to the image of Roger Federer.
That became a regular thing for him after that. Every time he played against Roger, he'd be hard and he'd take care of it in the showers before his press conference. Each time, the images in his head got more and more graphic. Roger on his knees in front of him. Roger panting as he was on his knees sucking him off. Even Roger taking him up against the wall like the little whore that he was. That was what he was for thinking these things. He didn't even know if Roger was gay.
His mom's gaydar was just as bad as his when trying to figure out Roger Federer. She had no clue herself. His was basically nonexistent. He, like everyone else, assumed that Roger's been in a long term relationship with Mirka, his tennis manager. They were always together.
In 2007, Novak found himself playing Roger in the Australian Open. The results were the same. Roger defeated him in straight sets, and Novak was in the showers tossing off. He played him in Dubai and the Swiss made him work for a set, but took the match anyway. Another trip to the showers for his down under problem was required. Although he didn't play him, Novak saw Roger in France during the French Open. Really saw him. He was in his little corner of a locker stall, getting dressed. He finished and was about to leave when he heard Roger talking with his compatriot, Stan. He sneaked a peek to see the Swiss man in just a towel, water dripping down his body. Stan was going into the showers and Roger was leaving them. They said some words with each other before Roger started walking towards Novak. His locker was past his and Novak pushed himself back against the lockers as far as he could. The world no. 1 strode past him, toweling off his curls. The towel around his waist hung precariously and before Novak could react, it fell to the floor.
Nothing bad could be said about Roger Federer's body in Novak's opinion. It was sheer perfection. He felt his mouth dry up and he swallowed as Roger seemed oblivious to his audience. Novak was glad the shadows in the locker room shielded him from Roger's eye sight. He was rooted to the spot against the lockers as Roger put the towel he was using to dry his hair around his neck and bent down to pick up the towel from the floor. He turned slightly and Novak got a full frontal view of Roger Federer and he had to clasped a hand around his mouth to hold back a moan as Roger tied the towel back around his waist. Clearly this man was not shy, but then again, the locker rooms were practically empty at this time of the day.
When he got back to his hotel room, his mother had seen the dazed look in his eye and wondered what happened to him. She never found out. His semifinals game with Nadal was poorly played because all that went through his mind was Roger's body. Things were different in Montreal, Canada. He defeated Roger, though Roger took him to tie breaks for his sets. His little problem wasn't as bad as it was and he managed to wait until he got to his hotel room to take care of it. Things were looking up. Maybe if he beats him more often, he can get over this thing.
The US Open arrived and with it, Novak's chance to show every one what he can really do. At the beginning of the year, he was ranked 14^th. Now, he was ranked 3^rd thanks to some wins along the year. He managed to make through some low ranked players, making it all the way to the finals, to play Roger for the title. He was nervous to say the least. It was his first final in a Grand Slam and he was playing Roger Federer for it. By now his feelings for Roger were through the roof. He was beginning to think he was, dare he think it, in love with the Swiss tennis pro. Over the course the two weeks of being the in same presence of him, Novak had begun to think of him more than just a one night stand.
He played hard in the final, taking Roger to tie breaks in the first two sets, making him work for them. He kinda gave up in the third set. With the crowd more for Roger, and fatigue setting in, he wanted to just wanted the game to end. And it did. With him harder than he had ever been from playing against Roger. Yet, he couldn't run off to the showers to take care of his problem. He suited up for ceremony at the end and after getting his runner up prize he watched Roger get the trophy. It took all of his will power not to cry as he headed off the court while Roger stayed for press.
After his press conference, Novak made it to his hotel room. All of his emotions hit him at once and he sat on the floor and sobbed the hardest he's ever in his life. That was how his mother found him and he professed his feelings for Roger to her. All she could do was rock him as the pain rattled her firstborn inside him. Novak wasn't sure how much more pain he could take from this. He was close to dropping out of tennis after that, but his mother calmed him down. As did his therapist, Dr. Thesian. She managed to get him through the rest of the season. He hadn't played Roger the rest of the year, but he would spot him in the lockers or in passing.
2008 had to go better for him. It had to.
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Australian Open Semifinals
Roger Federer was beyond mad at himself. He thought he was better from the food poisoning, so he decided to play. He began to feel fatigued and sick through out the match and he let it affect his playing. Now, that stubborn, arrogant young kid from Serbia took him to the cleaners. Of all the people to beat him, it had to be that kid. Well, at least he went down to a top seeded player. Nadal got his ass kicked by the wild card player from France, Tsonga. He wasn't going to let his friend live that down. He was finishing taking his clothes off to take a shower when he heard Novak coming in after he was done with the press. He wrapped a towel around his waist and headed to the showers. He glanced up as Novak settled at his locker and let out a sigh. He didn't seem to notice Roger as he walked by and he saw Novak pull off his shirt. A well toned back greeted Roger and he missed a step on his way to the shower room. He shook his head to remove the thoughts before finding a private stall and began a shower. Novak wasn't too bad. Except for his attitude, he was an all right bloke. A little cocky and cute, but ….hold on, cute? Roger groaned out in despair. No, no. No way that this was happening.
Okay, so the kid was easy on the eyes and he had a good looking ass to look at. Roger had found himself looking at it as the Serb had passed him on several occasions. Mirka's looked at it herself too. Mirka. She was a blessing when they met. Roger discovered his homosexuality while bunking with some friends in a chalet while he was fifteen. One friend came onto him and he didn't stop him. His parents were a bit apprehensive about it, but their love for him was too strong for them to not love him for who he was and Diana was super excited about it because apparently she knew before he did. Then he met Mirka in 2000 during the Olympics. Everyone thought they'd make a cute couple. Except a second after meeting Roger, she knew he was gay. She called her gaydar a gift and a curse.
Roger finished his shower and was toweling off when he heard another shower start up. It was probably Novak. He wrapped his towel around his waist and grabbed his wash and shampoo. He got another towel and was drying off his hair when he heard it. A slight moan coming from the only occupied stall. Roger paused outside it and listened for any tale tell sign that Djokovic had company in with him. He didn't hear anyone else in there but the Serb after listening to him mutter in Serbian. He decided to leave him in peace and started to walk away. Just as he got to the door leading to the locker room, a sharp moan echoed through the stall followed by a voice with a Serbian accent saying his name. “Oh, God, Roger.”
Roger stood there in shock for a few minutes before smirking and then left to get changed. Once he was changed, he decided to tease Novak a little. He found the pad and paper he kept in his bag and wrote a note for him. He knew where the Serb was located in the locker room and he quickly went over to his things and left the note sticking out of the locker with his name on it. He hurried back to his locker to get his bag and just as he was leaving, he heard the shower door opened. He had to stop his smirk when Novak came out and stopped short seeing him there. He watched as he nervously looked back into the showers before clearing his throat. “Good game, Djokovic,” Roger said.
"Thanks," Novak said.
"Good luck in the finals," he said before leaving. Novak nervously walked over to his locker wondering if Roger was still in the showers when he was taking care of his problem. He hurried over to his locker, not bothering to look back as Roger left. He stopped seeing a paper sticking out of his locker. He looked back, but Roger was already gone and he slowly walked over and took the note off. He opened it and let out a gasped chuckle before moaning in despair.
You should be quieter if you're going to moan like that in a public shower. Next time let me know, and I'll join you. R-
Novak cleared his throat before getting dressed. Boy, was he really screwed. He grabbed his bag and turned to head out, but stopped short again. Roger stood there with that incredibly sexy smirk of his gracing his face. "I can explain," were the first words out of Novak's mouth.
"You don't have to," Roger said walking towards him. Novak found himself being back up against the lockers with the man he had come to fall in love with just inches away from him. "You always do that after you play?" Roger asked referring to what he had just heard in the showers.
"Only when I play you," Novak admitted before his back hit the lockers behind him causing him to gasp out.
"You naughty boy," he said causing the Serb to swallow. Roger was inching closer and Novak closed his eyes in anticipation of Roger's lips connecting with his. It never came though. He felt Roger kiss his neck sweetly before pulling away.
"That's it?" he asked causing Roger to smile. "You call me a 'naughty boy' and kiss me on the neck?"
"As much as I want to kiss you right now, I'm still fighting off some sort of virus out of my system. I can't risk giving it to you."
"I ..." Novak trailed off. Roger actually cared about his health enough to not want to infect him. "So, are we …?"
"I don't know what we are, but once I get the all clear from my doctor," Roger said before leaning into his ear. "I'm going to fuck you until you're dead tired." Novak moaned as Roger pulled away again and got his bag. "Again, good luck against, Tsonga," he said and with that he walked out of the locker room for his press conference. Novak groaned out before cursing in Serbian.
How the hell was he supposed to play after Roger did that to him?
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