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Three Years and Counting	By : icejadeus Category: Individual Celebrities > Athlete/Sports Misc Views: 1323 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not know Roger, Novak or anyone else of the ATP, WTA tour. This is a work of fiction and I do not get money for it.

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Chapter Ten: Wimbledon I
Wimbledon, England
The halls of the London Marriot were dimmed slightly as Roger made his way to Novak's room. The Serb had slipped him the key to his room during the beginning of the players meeting. He checked the halls before using the key and entering the room. He kept his bags over his shoulders until he got into the bedroom. He heard the shower running and he sneaked a peek into the bathroom. Novak sure liked his showers hot. The entire room was full of steam with some billowing into the bedroom. He saw the bed turned down, with a suitcase at the end bench. Roger put his bags down and went over to the suitcase. It was empty causing Roger to chuckle at Novak's habit. There was another suitcase by the wardrobe and he checked that one too. It was also empty. He was so preoccupied with looking through Novak's bags that he didn't hear the shower turn off. Novak walked into his bedroom tying a towel around his waist and smiled seeing Roger. “Do you find my empty luggage interesting?” he asked crossing his arms. Roger turned around and lost all coherent thought seeing Novak in just a towel. He'd look better without it in his opinion.
“I just find it funny that you unpack when you're only going to be here for two weeks.”
“Habit,” Novak said shrugging his shoulders as Roger walked closer to him. He wrapped his arms around himself as Roger came up into his space. Novak may have been two inches taller than Roger, but hey, it's only two inches. Roger was a bigger build though. He softly kissed Novak's lips as he went to put his hands onto Novak's arms to guide him to the bed, but Novak stopped him.
“What?” Roger asked as Novak kept him at arm's length.
“You need to shower,” he said. “That way we're both fresh for each other,” he added causing Roger to chuckle.
“You're lucky I brought my bags.”
“You always bring your bags,” Novak said letting go of Roger's hands. He watched the Swiss bent down and dig through his bag for his shampoo and body wash. He was seriously considering just jumping Roger there, but he let the Swiss man walk to the bathroom.
“Don't you dare fall asleep on me, baby,” Roger said as he walked into the bathroom. Novak hurried over to his drawers and pulled something red out and pulled it on. He walked over to the bedroom door and locked it before heading back to a bag Roger missed to get the room ready.
Ten minutes later, Roger came back in, towel wrapped around his waist and toweling his curls off. When he removed the towel from his head, he saw the room was lit by candlelight and his gorgeous boyfriend standing by the bed, still in his towel. “Hmm, romantic,” Roger said throwing the one towel back into the bathroom. “So, here we are. In towels.”
“Not just towels,” Novak answered motioning with his finger for Roger to come closer. Intrigued, Roger came closer and allowed Novak to put his hands onto his ass. He gave it a squeeze, getting a moan from the Serb, but then felt the slight bump in the towel. “I got a little surprise for you.”
“Hmm,” Roger hummed before kissing Novak's slender neck. “You know I love surprises.” Novak shivered as Roger eased him onto the bed. He kissed down Novak's body, relishing in the small moans coming out of his mouth. “What could (kiss) my sweet (kiss) little Serbian (kiss) have (kiss) for me?” he asked between kisses as he made his way down to Novak's bellybutton. Novak moaned sharply when Roger dipped his tongue into his innie.
“Roger,” he gasped before the Swiss man took off his towel.
“Oh, my God in Heaven,” Roger praised and Novak chuckled sitting up on his elbows. Novak had on a red lacy thong, shaped perfectly along his hips. “Where in the world did you get that?” he asked.
“The girls in our support group got together and got it for me for my birthday,” he said and Roger groaned. “What?”
“You had this..,” he started hooking his finger under the lace thong, “..in Paris and you didn't put it on for me?” he asked. Novak swallowed nervously as Roger rubbed his finger on his hip.
“They told me I couldn't wear it until the next Grand Slam.” Roger chuckled as he kissed Novak's hip.
“You've had this in the bottom of your bag, haven't you?” Roger asked. Novak nodded. “Wanting to wear it so badly, didn't you?” he asked again. Novak nodded again. “Well, you look fantastic in it,” he said before sitting up on his knees. Novak licked his lips as Roger reached for the knot that held his towel up. “You want me to take this off?” he asked and Novak nodded. Roger took it off and Novak moaned seeing Roger's cock standing at attention.
Without warning, he sat up and engulfed the organ. Roger gasped out a moan as he leaned forward, stopping himself on the headboard. “Oh, God, Nole,” he gasped out. Novak chuckled throatily before licking up the cock in his mouth. Roger bent his head back with a deep moan as he gripped the headboard. Novak's hands gripped his hips, his fingers digging into his skin. He deep throat Roger and then brought up his hand to fondle his balls. “Oh, sweet Mother of mercy,” Roger groaned and Novak chuckled again sending a chill up Roger's bag, along with a wave of pleasure. Roger's hips were bucking into Novak's mouth and he tightened his hold on his hips. He pulled back on the organ, scrapping his teeth along the sensitive skin. “Oh, God, Novak! I'm going to ...” Before he could finish his sentence, he came in a deep strangled moan and he felt Novak swallow around his organ. Novak pulled away and let Roger lay down on the bed. “Wow,” he exclaimed as Novak rolled him onto his back. He straddled his waist and sat down. Roger groaned as the lace of the thong rubbed against his cock bringing it back to life. “I ever tell you I never have any problems getting hard around you?” he asked and Novak chuckled.
“No,” Novak said moving his hips. “Want a ride, cowboy?” he asked and Roger groaned when he grounded his hips down onto his cock.
“Sure do. Otherwise I'd have to flip you over and fuck you from behind.”
“That doesn't sound bad, either,” he said. “However, I think I'll give you that ride.” Before Roger could react, Novak stood up over him and pulled his thong down, letting it fall to his ankles. Roger was at a loss for words as Novak stood over him naked.
“My God. I've died and gone to Heaven.” Novak chuckled as he kicked the thong aside before getting back on top of Roger. He reached over and got the condom and lube from the bedside drawer. He opened a condom and slipped it onto the hard cock underneath him. “Need me to prepare you?” Roger asked.
“What do you think I was doing in the shower?” he asked. Roger gasped as he put some lube on his throbbing cock. Novak tossed it over his shoulder and grabbed the cock. Roger moaned as Novak slid himself down on his cock. His hands squeezed Novak's thighs, feeling the muscles working in them. Novak set himself onto Roger, their hips connecting with each other, and Roger moved his hips up. Novak let a sharp cry when the organ inside him brushed a sensitive gland inside him. “Oh, Roger.” Roger made a move to flip them over, but Novak stopped him. “Stop trying to be dominant,” Novak requested putting his knees down and his hands on the headboard. “I always end up underneath you when we start like this. Not tonight. I want to ride you to the end.”
“Whatever you want, baby,” Roger said starting to sit up.
“Nuh-uh,” Novak said pushing Roger back down. “You remain flat on your back until I say so.” Roger nodded liking this more dominant Novak. “Get a condom and put it on my cock,” his younger lover said. Roger reached over and got a condom from on top of the nightstand. He tore it open and slowly rolled it on Novak's cock. The Serb moaned a whimper when Roger thumbed his cock and he groaned at the power Roger had over him. “Put the vibrator on me.” Roger reached the pillow and found the vibrator. They always kept it in bed with them. He attached it onto Novak's cock and went to turn it on when Novak slapped his hand away. “Did I say you could turn it on?”
“Sorry, love,” Roger said. He rested his hands on Novak's hips as they started to move up and down. Roger bent his head back as a low moan escaped his lips. He heard a moan above him and opened his eyes. Novak was still holding onto the headboard, mouth open allowing his sweet sounding moans to escape. “God, Novak, you look so gorgeous,” Roger said and he moved his hands up Novak's chest and ran his thumbs over his nipples. Novak moaned out a gorgeous sounding moan before sitting back on Roger. The Swiss groaned when he shifted inside Novak. The Serb let out a sharp cry when he did and he began to move his hips with Novak's and both were soon moaning and groaning together. Novak grabbed his hands from his chest and guided them down to his ass. Roger's hands clenched the flesh and Novak groaned out, bending his head back. Roger moaned in despair because he wanted to desperately kiss the exposed neck begging to be kissed.
“Sit up,” Novak suddenly said and Roger did, causing both men to groan deeply. Roger opened his eyes at the time same Novak did and hazel met brown. Both sets filled with love and lust. Novak wrapped his legs around Roger's waist. “Pull me closer,” he said. Roger's hands grasped the ass they were holding and he pulled him closer. Novak let a moan of delight as Roger's cock brushed against his nerve bundle. “Oh, God, Rog. Right there,” he moaned before snapping his hips into Roger's. The Swiss man moaned before bringing his hands up to cup his Serbian lover's face.
“Don't break me,” he said causing Novak to chuckle before kissing him softly. Novak moaned softly then started moving his hips. It was a slow pace at first as they both tried to find a rhythm. Roger moved a hand down to cup Novak's ass, getting a squeak from his young lover. He kissed down his neck causing Novak to crane his neck to the side to allow him more access. Soon, a rhythm was determined between the two. Novak would thrust down as Roger thrust up and hit just the right spot. “You prepared yourself just enough, baby,” Roger said into Novak's ear. “Enough for my cock to slide in and, unh, out of you.” Novak gasped as the cock inside him hit his nerve bundle. “Enough for me to feel your tightness around me.”
“Roger,” Novak moaned as the Swiss thrust up and up to his downward ones. His hips were getting tired and he was ready for the homestretch. “Turn on the vibrator and then go faster.” Roger reached in between them and turned the switch. Novak gasped out, hips bucking before Roger's hands steadied him.
“Sorry. Wasn't expecting that,” he said before kissing Roger hungrily. They moaned and groaned as they moved their hips together in a frenzied rhythm, Roger's hand clasping on Novak's member being vibrated mercilessly. Both came at the same time, gasping for breath as their orgasms overcame them. Roger was the first to come down from his high as Novak rested his forehead on Roger's shoulder. He whimpered as Roger lifted him off his cock and laid him back onto the bed. “Roger, turn it off, please,” he begged about the vibrator still on him, vibrating.
“Not yet,” Roger said pulling off the dead condom. He opened a new one and put it on before getting back on top of Novak. Novak let out a startled gasp as Roger slid back into him.
“Oh, God,” he moaned and Roger chuckled.
“Roger's fine,” he joked before placing butterfly kisses onto his neck. Novak groaned feeling the hot rod in him slide in and out. The vibrator was doing it's charm as Roger started pumping in and out of Novak. Novak pulled his arms around and held tight to Roger. His mouth hung open by Roger's ear and his grunts caused the Swiss to move faster. Novak leaned his head back, more of his neck exposed for Roger. “You ready for Wimbledon, Nole?” Roger asked.
“Yes, I am,” Novak moaned before gasping out when Roger changed angles.
“You're awfully....close to.....getting the number......one spot from....oh, Nadal.” Novak stopped a second and pulled up Roger's head. “What?”
“Did you just moan Rafa's last name?” he asked causing Roger to chuckle.
“No,” Roger said. “I was saying you're close to getting past him for number one.”
“Okay, just so we're clear, no saying someone else's name while you're in bed with me,” Novak said. “It just killed the moment,” he added.
“No, it didn't,” Roger said. “All I have to do, is jiggle my hips a little and you're back up.” Roger did just that and Novak gave a moan. “Besides, did you forget the vibrator?”
“No, I didn't,” Novak managed to say before moaning deeply. Roger started back up with his thrusts and Novak wound his fingers in the curls. “Yes, Rog. Right there,” he moaned. Roger snapped his hips up and hard several times before Novak let out a sharp cry. Roger was right behind him with his own cry only it was a few octaves lower than Novak's. Roger leaned his forehead on Novak's as they calmed their breathing. He reached in between them to turn off the vibrator. “Thanks.” Roger pulled out of him and they laid next to each other. “Now I've died and gone to heaven.” Roger chuckled as he pulled off the condom and took care of the one on Novak too. He pulled up the covers as Novak snuggled up to him. Roger put an arm around him and they both settled in the bed. Novak let out a happy sigh and Roger smiled.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked.
“Us,” Novak said. “Together.”
“Married?” Novak chuckled as he sat up to look at his boyfriend. “What?”
“You brought up marriage again. I really didn't think you'd take that seriously.”
“Well, what else are we suppose to do after being together for three and a half years,” Roger said.
“It was just a silly little palm reading,” Novak said. “It was nothing.”
“It wasn't nothing,” Roger said. “Something in your voice that night made it serious. You want to get married.”
“I do, but I know it's not possible,” Novak said.
“What?”
“You are a sixteen Grand Slam champion, former world number one and one of the greatest players in the world. You have so many records you've lost count,” Novak said causing Roger to chuckle. “Then there's me. I'm having one of the best seasons of my career and from the way things are going, I'm going to be number one when Wimbledon is over. My career is just starting. That's what everyone is telling me and I'm sick of it.”
“Why?”
“Because if our relationship got out, it could ruin it.”
“You don't know that,” Roger said. “There are gay rights every where, Novak and people are starting to become more comfortable around us.”
“Name one gay athlete having a booming career right now, who's out.”
“Okay, so I can't name anyone right now, but that doesn't mean anything,” Roger said. “Things can change in the future.”
“When? Twenty years from now? We'll be in our fifties.”
“As long as we have each other, I don't care what happens,” Roger said before kissing Novak. “I'll love you till we're old and decrepit.” Novak chuckled before laying back onto Roger. “We'll cross the out road when it comes our way.”
“You're right,” he said. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.” Novak sighed happily again before they closed their eyes to go to sleep.
End of Chapter Ten
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