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Rivals Than Lovers	By : icejadeus Category: Individual Celebrities > Athlete/Sports Misc Views: 1322 -:- 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 Ten : US Open IV
New York, Novak's hotel room …...
Novak saw his mother enter his hotel room with a worried look on her face. “What's wrong?” he asked.
“Your father's getting suspicious, Novak,” she said. “I think we need to tell him.” Novak let out a huge sigh before sitting down.
“I'm not ready,” he said.
“Would you rather he find out on his own?” she asked.
“Yes,” he quickly said.
“Novak,” she said sternly. “It will be better coming directly from you.” Novak sighed.
“How am I suppose to tell him?” he asked. “I mean, it's not something you can ease into a conversation these days.”
“You'll think of something,” Dijana said as the door opened with a beep and Srdjan, Novak's father came in.
“Hey, there you are,” Srdjan said. “Missed you all day yesterday. Where were you?”
“Around,” Novak said. “Went a little sight seeing with Ana,” he fibbed causing his mother to jab him in the side when her husband turned his back. He looked at her with a look that told her that he didn't want his father to know he spent the day in bed with his boyfriend, whom he had just lost the semifinals to. “Didn't get a chance to see New York much last year.”
“Oh, well, I was hoping to have you back here,” Srdjan said. “We can look over your match with Federer to see what you did wrong.”
“I didn't do anything wrong, Dad,” Novak said. “Federer was just better than me.”
“You talk like that and you won't win when you play against him,” Srdjan said. “With Federer getting up in the years, his reign as the greatest player in the world will dwindle and it'll be your turn.” Novak sighed as he glanced over at his mother who just motioned for him to calm down.
“This is why I only have one Grand Slam title this year,” Novak said. “This arrogance I have definitely came from you. Federer will always be the greatest player of all time. You know how many records he holds by himself? A whole lot,” he said defending his boyfriend. “I need to respect that. All the other players do. Not only is he a rival, but his a colleague and fellow tennis pro who could teach me things that I don't even know. That won't happen if I have a family in the stands who have no decorum or manners.”
“We behaved,” Srdjan said.
“I know, but the crowd was on Federer's side and I just kept getting tired and wanted the match to end. It just didn't end in my favor. I need to start winning crowds like he does and in order to do that, I need to make some changes.”
“Like what?” his father asked.
“My attitude for one,” Novak said. “I can't go running my mouth. Look what happened to me after I mouthed off during my court interview. Everybody hated me and they were glad that I lost to Roger.”
“Roger?” Srdjan asked and Novak sighed. “Novak, what is going on with you?”
“I'm changing,” he said. “For the better. We don't need to watch the semifinals match. There is a finals match waiting to be played. Maybe if I watch Federer during it, it'll help me better.” His father seemed stunned at his outburst but didn't say anything. A sharp trill erupted in the room and Novak went to his tennis bag and dug out his phone. He opened it and answered. “Hello? Oh, hey, Rafa.”
“Would you like to come to my room and watch the finals?” Rafa asked.
“Yes, yes, I would,” Novak said confusing his father and Rafa.
“Okay,” Rafa said.
“I'll be right over,” he said grabbing his go bag. He hung up and headed to the door.
“Where are you going?” his father asked.
“Rafa's hotel room,” he said. “I don't need to hear you critiquing the game and telling me what I need to do with mine,” he said before leaving.
Rafa barely had the door open when Novak made his way in. “Come on in,” he said as he closed the door.
“Sorry, but my father was bad mouthing my boyfriend and I had to get out of the room before I outed the both of us to him.” Rafa chuckled as he handed Novak a beer. “So glad I'm twenty one now,” he said taking it and chugging half.
“Wow,” Rafa said. “Are you okay?” he asked.
“When Roger wins, I will be,” he said as he settled on the couch. “Have they started yet?”
“About to,” Rafa said picking up the controller.

The game was solid and good for Roger. He was back on top after starting the year off lousy because of his mono. Rafa and Novak pumped chests as Roger got the championship match point and his fifth consecutive title at the US Open. They watched the ceremony before Novak looked over and noticed that Rafa had fallen asleep. He chuckled as he turned the TV off and picked up some bottles. He was tossing them away when his phone buzzed. “Hello.”
“You in my room yet?” Roger asked.
“I'm with Rafa,” Novak said tossing some garbage away.
“Should I be worried?” he asked causing him to chuckle.
“No,” Novak said. “We just watched the game together. Congratulations, lover,” he said.
“Thanks. So, is there going to a celebratory get together in my room later?”
“Depends,” he said. “What time are you going to be finished with all your interviews?” he asked.
“Well, the match got off to a late start. It probably won't be until late in the evening til I get back,” he said. “Am I coming to your room?” he asked.
“Uh, no, I'm actually headed to yours right now,” Novak said. “Rafa fell asleep during the ceremony.”
“Okay, I'll call when I'm through and on my way back to the hotel.”
“Okay,” Novak said.
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Roger spent hours with post celebration interviews and when he called Novak, he didn't get an answer. When he arrived at the hotel, it was almost midnight, the lobby was pretty much abandoned as he made his way through with his US Open trophy tucked under his arm. In the elevator, he tried Novak's cell again, but it went to voice mail like before. He exited at the third floor and headed to his room. The hall lights were dimmed so it took a while for him to find his room key. He entered the room and noticed there was no Serb to greet him. “Novak?” he called out as he closed the door. He entered the bedroom and found a sleeping form in his bed.
Novak was laying on his back, soft snores escaping his mouth from time to time. Roger chuckled as he placed his trophy onto the table in front of the window. He put his bag down and sat on the bed to observe the young Serb sleeping in his bed. He must have fallen asleep, waiting up for him. Novak was splayed on the bed, his arms out across, with him in the middle. Candles were lit on the bedside table and from the looks of them, they had been lit for a while. Roger blew them out before running a finger along Novak's cheek. Novak let out a soft moan, turning his head into the touch. Roger chuckled as he got up from the bed and began to strip. He took off his jacket before lifting the shirt up and over his head. He reached to pull his pants down, but a soft moan caught his attention.
He looked back to see Novak turn on his side, but still asleep. He was dreaming, hopefully about good things. He took his pants off and turned back to his young lover. “I'll be back, baby,” he said softly kissing him on the head. Novak sighed out as he pulled away and headed into the bathroom, his boxer briefs falling to the floor along the way.
Fifteen minutes later, Roger was back in the bedroom, towel around his waist, drying his hair. He noticed that Novak had changed positions once again. Now he was on his stomach. Roger tossed the hair towel into the bathroom and stood at the end of the bed before lifting up the sheet that covered Novak. Just as he suspected, Novak was naked as the day he was born. Roger licked his lips hungrily and flipped the sheet up. He felt perverted for ogling Novak while he slept, but he wanted him. He just needed him to wake up first so he wouldn't feel dirty.
Roger untied the towel around his waist, letting it fall to the floor, before climbing onto the bed. He lined up his body with Novak's and rubbed his cock on his ass. He leaned down to press his mouth to Novak's ear. “Can you wake up for me, baby?” he asked before reaching into the drawer beside the bed for the lube and a condom. He kissed along Novak's shoulder blades, trying to rouse his young lover from his deep slumber. “Come on, lover.” Roger opened the lube and squeezed some onto his fingers. “Wakey, wakey,” he singsonged before easing a finger into Novak's hole. Novak whimpered as he eased the finger into him showing signs of life and Roger reached underneath Novak for the one thing he knew he could touch to get his boyfriend up. Imagine his surprise when he felt the vibrator already on Novak's cock. He could use this to his advantage. He felt the organ coming to life as he felt around for the power button and he eased a second finger into his lover. “I'm not doing this by myself, Nole,” he said finding the switch. Roger turned the vibrator on and Novak startled awake with a gasp. “There you are,” Roger teased. A third finger entered him and he groaned into the pillow. He opened his legs, telling Roger that he was ready. Roger pulled his fingers out and opened the condom. He quickly rolled it onto his throbbing cock and lubed up before pulling one of the butt cheeks aside. Novak and Roger both groaned out as the Swiss eased into the Serb.
“Roger,” Novak groaned, speaking for the first time. The vibrations from the device around his cock was making it difficult for him to hold off until Roger was ready. “Turn it off, please,” he begged as Roger went to the hilt.
“It stays on,” Roger said moving Novak's arms up. “Keep those there,” he commanded and he began to thrust his hips, easing in and out. Novak felt his end coming quicker than usual. Between Roger's thrusts, the friction of their movements and the vibrations from the device, he wasn't going to last.
“Roger, I can't hold on,” he cried as Roger pressed his body onto his.
“Then don't, baby,” he whispered into Novak's ear. A soft kiss from Roger onto his neck sent him over the edge. He came in a sharp cry and was feeling a bit embarrassed. Roger continued to thrust into him, snapping his hips sharper. “Have you got another in you?” Roger asked. Novak moaned as he felt himself stirring again and knew he would indeed have another orgasm. Roger began speaking Swiss German to him and he hastened his thrusts. He licked the spot where he kissed before and Novak grunted before speaking something in Serbian. Roger reached underneath Novak and turned the speed up on the vibrator and Novak moaned out into the pillow.
“Oh, God, Roger,” he exclaimed as Roger groaned when his muscles squeezed around him. “I'm close.”
“Come for me, baby,” Roger said. The vibrations, friction and Roger's thrusts did the trick again. Novak cried out in ecstasy before crying out Roger's name. His muscles clenched around Roger's cock and the Swiss tossed his head back with a deep moan.
“Oh, Nole,” he moaned out using Novak's nickname. He held his hips against Novak's ass as he came into the condom and then collapsed on top of the Serb. The vibrator was still on though.
“Rog, please turn it off,” Novak begged and Roger reached underneath and turned it off causing Novak to let out a sigh of relief. He pulled the device off along with a condom. Apparently Novak had thought ahead.
“It's what you get for falling asleep with it on,” Roger said and Novak chuckled as Roger pulled out of him and tossed the used condoms away. Novak turned around onto his back, trying to catch his breath.
“Holy cow,” he gasped. Roger lay beside him also trying to catch his breath.
“You know, I think we're getting better at this,” Roger quipped.
“I agree,” Novak said. “There's just one problem.”
“What's that?” Roger asked and next thing he knew, Novak was between his legs, hovering over him.
“You're behind in orgasms,” Novak said. Roger chuckled before Novak kissed him hungrily causing him to moan. Novak then kissed down his neck, licking where his Adam's apple rested. His weak spot. The Serb than moved down his chest, following the v trail of hair down his stomach. Roger decided to chance a look down and opened his eyes. Brown eyes connected with hazel ones that had a predatory look to them. The sight nearly had him coming.
He got no warning from Novak before his young lover engulfed his cock whole. Roger moaned out as Novak's mouth sucked his cock. He went to run his fingers through Novak's short hair, but as soon as his fingers touch his head, Novak grabbed his wrists and held them down on the bed. “Oh, good God,” Roger cried out when Novak licked his tongue around the head of his cock while it was still inside his sucking mouth. He chuckled causing his older lover to grunt out, his hips bucking. Novak abandoned his wrists and held down the bucking hips. Roger's hands twisted in the sheet as Novak moaned to send more vibrations through him. Those vibrations sent him over the edge and he had no time to warn Novak as his load filled the Serb's mouth. He groaned feeling Novak swallow before he pulled off. Novak kissed his way back up to Roger's mouth and made a show of licking his lips. “Where did you learn to do that?” Roger asked.
“You don't want to know,” Novak plainly said before kissing Roger. Roger knew it must have been hard for Novak to do that knowing that's what Jenovic had forced him to do. Maybe that's why he didn't want him touching his head. He turned them over and felt Novak reacting to the touches on his side.
“I'm beat,” he said.
“Me too,” Novak said. They got under the covers and curled up beside each other, Roger spooning behind Novak. “I love you,” the Serb said. It earned him a peck on his temple.
“I love you, too,” Roger said and he sighed happily before drifting off to sleep.
End of Chapter Ten
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