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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 Eleven: Wimbledon II
Wimbledon, England
Roger's quarterfinals lose was unexpected to everyone. Just like last year. Novak was starting to think his bad luck at the most prestigious tennis event was rubbing off of him onto his boyfriend. He was looking forward to kicking Tsonga's ass for beating Roger. Roger had a two set lead, but then the Frenchman won next three 6 -4 all around to make it to the semifinals. Too bad he won't make it to the finals. He really wanted it to be another Federer/Djokovic semifinals clash. Novak was in his room when his mother walked in. He was packing up his bags to take over when he went to Roger's room. If the Swiss man will have him that is. Mirka had text him that Roger was not in a very good mood when he got back to the hotel. 'I think he's crying.' she had text and that really had Novak worried. Roger rarely cried.
“Is he okay?” his mother asked.
“Mirka text me awhile ago. Said he was crying,” he said. “Should I go over? Maybe he wants to be alone.”
“Do you want to leave him alone?” she asked.
“This is the second year in a row he hasn't made it to the semifinals of Wimbledon,” he said. “I want to hold him.”
“Then go,” she said handing him his one bag. He took it and shouldered his tennis bag. “I'll take care of your father. Go to Roger and do your best to ease his pain.”
“Okay,” he said before heading out.
Coming to Roger's floor in the elevator, he checked the hall before heading down to Roger's suite. He took the key from his pocket and slipped it through the lock. He walked in and closed the door behind him. He put the latch over and slowly walked through the suite for any sounds coming from his boyfriend. He found Roger laying on the bed flat on his back staring at the ceiling. “Rog?” he asked to which Roger replied with a sorrowful sigh.
“I can't take this anymore,” Roger said. “I had two sets on him and he just plowed me over.” Novak put his bags down and pulled off his coat. He toed off his shoes and climbed on to the bed. Seeing Roger's tear streaked face was heart breaking for Novak. “Two years since I've been in the semifinals at Wimbledon, Novak. What the hell am I doing wrong?”
“I don't know,” Novak said laying next to him, resting his head on his hand. “You got too comfortable. You figured with two sets in the bag, you had it.”
“I thought I did,” Roger said.
“You know, people are saying you're not playing like you use to when you were dominating all those years.”
“I'm old,” Roger said.
“No, you're not. You're only turning thirty, Rog,” he said. Roger let out a deep sigh before glancing over at him. “It's okay to cry.”
“I think I did enough of that for tonight,” Roger said sitting up. He rubbed his eyes and cleared his face of the streaks. Novak sat up and put his arms around him. “I was really looking forward to playing you in the semifinals.” Novak chuckled as he ran his fingers through Roger's hair. “There is a good side to this,” he said turning to face Novak.
“What's that?” Novak asked.
“You as my boyfriend, must avenge my loss by kicking his ass when you face him,” Roger said and Novak chuckled.
“I'll do my best,” Novak said as Roger started kissing his neck.
“In straight sets, too,” Roger said amongst his licking and kissing.
“I'll try,” Novak strained to say as Roger licked his sensitive spot. “Wait, Rog,” he said. He pushed Roger and eased the Swiss onto his back. He straddled his waist and Roger groaned when he put pressure on him. “Easy, my dear,” Novak said causing Roger to chuckle. “I'm going to make you feel better.”
“Don't make a promise you can't keep,” Roger said. “I'm feeling pretty crappy right now.”
“Oh, don't worry. After one of my full body massages that I know you love, you'll feel like a whole new man.” Roger chuckled as Novak began to pull off his shirt. He put his arms up and allowed him to pull it off. “Then, after you're all nice and relaxed from the massage,” he said as he leaned in close, “I'm going to make love to you.” Roger swallowed softly before Novak leaned down and kissed him.
Clothes shed slowly as Novak spent time kissing exposed skin every time something of Roger's came off. Once his boyfriend was naked, Novak instructed Roger to turn over onto his stomach. He finished shedding off his clothes till he was down to his boxers. He went to his personal bag and pulled out some body oil. Climbing back onto he bed, he straddled Roger's thighs, staying on his knees and put a towel on Roger's butt. Roger moaned feeling the body oil drizzle on his lower back. Novak's hands slowly moved along his back muscles, easing the tension. He moaned softly as Novak worked the body oil into his skin. “You are so good at this,” he said into the comforter.
“I had a good teacher,” Novak replied moving his hands up to Roger's shoulders. He carefully kneaded the muscles along the shoulders of the 16 Grand Slam champion before moving to his neck. Roger moaned as Novak massaged his thumbs across his neck. “Good?”
“Yeah. Taught you well,” Roger said before Novak went down his right arm then back up to massage the right shoulder again. Novak picked up the body oil and squeezed some into his hand to massage down Roger's left arm than back to his shoulder. Novak them moved down to Roger's legs. He started with Roger's left heel before moving up his calf, the back of his knee and then up his thigh. Roger moaned in anticipation as Novak's hands reached the towel that Novak had placed on him. He gasped when Novak's finger grazed a cheek. Novak let out a chuckle before getting more oil and repeated the same thing on the right leg. “I've died and gone to heaven,” Roger announced causing Novak to chuckle.
“Again?” he asked. He teased Roger again by grazing his finger on the other butt cheek before removing the towel. “Please turn over, sir,” he said and Roger turned over. Novak bit his lip watching Roger's penis bob up and down as he turned. So he wasn't tempted, Novak put the towel over it and then sat on it. Roger let out a strangled moan before Novak reached over for the body oil again. “Where to start?” he asked putting some of the oil on his hand. He wiggled his hips getting a sharp, strangled moan from Roger. He started with Roger's chest and belly, moving his hands up and down. Roger moaned, his legs moving up and down because Novak's hips were moving with his hands.
Novak reached up to Roger's face and began to massage circles on his temple. Roger hummed in delight before Novak moved his thumb down his nose causing him to chuckle. Novak then put his hips back to work on Roger's and thumbed the taut nipples on Roger's chest. Roger's fingers were itching to touch any bare skin of Novak's. He reached up and lightly touched Novak's thighs, but the Serb quickly grabbed hold of his wrists to pull his hands off him. “Ah, ah,” he teased and put Roger's hands back on the mattress. “No touchy,” he scolded causing Roger to chuckle.
“When can I touch you?” he asked and Novak leaned down to put his lips next to Roger's ear.
“When I'm inside you,” he replied causing the six time Wimbledon champion to moan. Novak removed the towel and fitted his body against Roger's. The Serb fit perfectly against him as always. Novak kissed Roger as he reached for the body oil for another purpose. Roger moaned feeling a slick finger enter him and he gripped the sheets tightly to keep from touching his younger lover. A second finger entered, hitting a sensitive nerve and his hips buck up. Novak chuckled wickedly causing him to groan when both fingers twisted inside him.
“Nov ...” Roger groaned not being able to finish Novak's name. Novak entered a third finger and Roger was putty in his hands. The sixteen Grand Slam champion was a whimpering mess as Novak worked his fingers around. He softly kissed Roger's lips and smirked when he tried to deepen the kiss.
“You want me inside you?” he asked, his mouth next to his ear. Roger groaned feeling Novak's hot breath on his skin.
“Yes,” he groaned, his legs spreading further apart.
“Want me to make love to you nice and slow?” he asked causing Roger to chuckle.
“You'll never last going slow,” he said as Novak's fingers pulled out of him. He lifted his hips up to allow a pillow to be put underneath them.
“Want to bet?” he asked. “I'm going to have you begging for me to go faster,” he said and Roger chuckled. Novak reached for a condom and keeping eye contact with Roger, he slowly opened it with his teeth. Roger was screaming on the inside for Novak to put it on faster. “Want to put it on me?” he asked. Roger nodded not trusting his voice. Roger took the condom from him and slowly rolled it onto Novak's hardening cock. Novak lifted up Roger's leg like he did in Paris and slowly pushed into him. Roger groaned out as Novak pressed into him. “Put your legs around me,” Novak said and Roger wrapped his legs around his waist. Both moaned out as Novak's cock sunk deep into Roger. “Oh, wow, you're so tight, baby,” Novak moaned causing Roger to moan as well. Roger's hands pulled him closer and into a kiss. Novak rested his weight onto his elbows and pulled out slowly before pushing back in. Roger moaned into his mouth as pleasure zinged through his body. Novak braced his knees on the mattress and began a slow, steady pace in and out of Roger. Novak put his arms underneath Roger's and tangled his fingers in Roger's hair. Roger's hands, free of handcuffs unlike last time, roamed Novak's back before gripping his shoulders. Novak trailed his lips down Roger's neck and the Swiss' moans and groans echoed in his ear. Novak moaned as well as he licked and nipped Roger's skin. He was determined to leave a mark on his boyfriend as he had done several times before.
“Novak,” Roger groaned as his boyfriend's teeth scraped his skin. He dug his fingers into Novak's back and the Serb on top of him groaned before lifting his head up to look at him. Roger's eyes were closed as he panted out moans. Novak grunted before changing angles and Roger let out that sharp girlish cry when he hit his prostate. Novak smirked before kissing Roger. Roger opened his mouth and their tongues fought for dominance. Novak thrust into Roger and the Swiss groaned as he thrust up into Novak. The Serb rested his hand on Roger's hip and changed his angle again to hit Roger's sweet spot every time.
“Ah, Novak,” Roger groaned before squeezing his legs tighter around Novak's waist. The Serbian curse that came out of Novak's mouth had him smirking and he pulled Novak into a kiss. Roger's cock was pinned between them, but he needed to feel Novak's hand around it to be complete. Novak kissed down Roger's neck allowing him to speak. “Please touch me, Novak,” he said. The hand that was on his hip moved in between them and Roger moaned when Novak gripped his cock. A few pulls was all it took and Roger came in a strangled moan. Novak came right behind him with a gasping sounding moan and the two men collapsed into each other. “Wow,” Roger exclaimed and Novak chuckled. He sat up with a deep breath and kissed Roger again. They both grunted as Novak pulled out of Roger and laid down next to him. “God bless that gluten free diet of yours,” Roger said and Novak chuckled.
“Really?” Novak asked sitting up.
“I've never seen you with so much stamina before,” he said.
“Feeling better?” he asked.
“Yes, I do,” he said before Novak got up from the bed. He walked into the bathroom, Roger enjoying the view as he walked. He got under the covers as Novak did his business in the bathroom.
When Novak came back into the bedroom, he saw Roger was sleeping. He got under the covers with him and Roger curled up next to him. The Swiss man subconsciously put his head on Novak's shoulder and let out a sigh. Novak reached up and turned out the light before placing a kiss on Roger's head. This was certainly a switch.
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The next morning, Novak woke up first. He managed to get himself out of Roger's arm and began to get some fresh clothes from his bag. He didn't play until the next day, but he wanted to get himself warmed up to defeat Tsonga with a vengeance. He went into the bathroom to clean up and get dressed before going back into the bedroom. Roger was still on his side, but he was awake. “Morning, lover,” the Swiss man said.
“Morning,” Novak said walking over to the bed. He sat down and pulled on his socks. Roger's arms slipped around his waist as he pulled on his shoes. Roger kissed and nipped Novak's neck as he tried to tie his shoes. “Roger, stop.” Roger hummed softly as he took one of Novak's earlobes into his mouth. The Serb faltered tying his shoe as Roger sucked his lobe.
“Need me to tie your shoe for you?” he asked. Novak chuckled as Roger reached down and tied his shoe as he kissed his neck. “Other one?” he asked. Novak put his left leg down and brought up his right one. Roger tied the laces up on that shoe as well amongst kissing Novak's neck. Once he was done, he gave Novak a final cheek kiss before letting him stand up. Novak cleared his throat before leaning down and grabbing his bag. “I'll see you tonight?” Roger asked standing up.
“Sure,” Novak said trying not to look at his naked boyfriend because if he did, he wouldn't be able to leave the room. Roger smiled as Novak walked out of the bedroom and he pulled on his boxers. He followed him out to the sitting room and saw his boyfriend waiting for him at the door. They kissed softly with a silent promise of seeing each other again. Novak opened the door and looked out to see the hall empty before looking back at Roger. Their hands still clasped until Novak pulled away and Roger closed the door.
Petra Kvitova was coming out of her room to get to a warm up session when she saw Novak leaving a room. She thought it was strange because Novak was a few floors below her floor. She waited until he was at the elevators before walking over to the room he had come out of. It was one of the major suites and she was tempted to see who it was. Novak entered the elevator and the doors closed behind him. Without any hesitation, Petra sharply knocked on the door. There was some shuffling behind it as she heard someone approaching the door. The door opened and she got the shock of her life. Roger Federer was putting on a shirt and didn't see her shocked look. “Petra?” he asked.
“Sorry,” she said shaking out of her stupor. She had to think of something real quick so he wouldn't be suspicious. “Um, is it customary to give condolences when someone loses in a tournament they had dominated for awhile?” she asked.
“Um, actually, I think that's all I've been hearing since last year.”
“Oh, well, than I won't say anything then,” she said causing him to chuckle.
“Is that all?” he asked.
“Yes, that's all. Sorry to bother you this early.” She did notice he was very chipper for so early in the morning. “It was nice talking with you?” she asked and he chuckled.
“Thanks, Petra,” Roger said before closing the door with a wave. Petra stood there not sure what to do and took a deep breath before heading to the elevators.
End of Chapter Eleven
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