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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 Twelve : Wimbledon III
Wimbledon, England
Petra was pondering what she witnessed that morning. It wasn't like she saw anything, but Novak did leave Roger's room during the early hour morning. She was in the locker room when Maria Sharapova found her with a dazed look in her face. “Petra?” Maria asked and she looked up. “Are you okay?” she asked.
“Um, can I ask a hypothetical question?” she asked standing up.
“Sure,” Maria said. Petra looked around to make sure there was no one else around before asking it.
“What would you do if you saw a fellow male tennis player come out of the room that wasn't his and it was another fellow male tennis player's room?” she asked. She noticed Maria biting her lips and she looked around too before pushing Petra to sit down.
“What exactly did you see?” she asked.
“It was hypothetical,” the Czech said.
“I'm serious, Petra,” Maria said. “Did you tell anyone about what you saw?” the Russian asked all serious.
“Um, no, I didn't. You're the first one.”
“What did you see?” Petra looked around again before telling her what she saw.
“I saw Novak leaving a room on my floor. His room wasn't on my floor so it made me wonder,” she said. “I went to the room where he left and knocked and then the door opened to reveal Roger.”
“Okay, judging how you're talking, you're not prejudice to gays.”
“Are you kidding? I have a best guy friend who's gay. He's my favorite shopping partner.” Maria chuckled. “When did they start seeing each other?”
“Uh, about three and a half years ago.” Petra gasped and Maria put her hand over her mouth. “Stop.” She removed the hand and let Petra speak.
“You know?” she asked.
“I've known since Novak was undressing Roger with his eyes while they played each other back in 2007.”
“Does anyone else know?” she asked.
“There's a support group for the two of them,” Maria said. “There's still some of us here. I can call Andy and explain the situation.”

Novak and Andy were practicing on a court amidst on overcast day. “I always hated Tsonga,” Murray said hitting the ball to Novak.
“Yeah?” Novak asked.
“I don't think he like gays,” Andy added. Novak grunted when he faltered hitting a ball at the net. “Sorry,” he apologized coming up to the net.
“Well, he's about to get his ass kicked by one tomorrow,” Novak said and his best friend chuckled.
“Roger staying?”
“He's committed to the hotel for the whole two weeks,” Novak said. “He's staying.” Andy 'whooed' at Novak who smack a ball at him, hitting him on the foot.
“Ow! Nole, that hurt.”
“Stop it,” Novak said before hitting another ball toward him. A ring tone caused them to pause and Andy looked back at his bag. “Is that yours?” Novak asked.
“Yeah, it is,” Andy said holding up his tennis racket for a time out. He jogged over to his bag and opened the pouch where his iPhone was located. He took the call and smiled. “Hey, Maria. Yeah, uh, huh. Yeah, sure. Light the signal to those who are still here. Sure, meeting tonight at eight, gotcha. See ya then.” He hung up the phone and put it back in the bag. He got his tennis racket and went back up to the base line.
“Who was that?”
“No one,” Andy said bouncing a ball.
“Okay,” Novak said.
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Novak was drowning himself in his shower after a grueling practice session. He moaned softly as the warm water beaded on his skin. “Is there a reason you're in my shower?” He chuckled as the curtain pulled back to reveal Roger already naked.
“You going to join me?” he asked. Roger chuckled as he entered the shower and pulled the curtain shut. He kissed Novak hungrily, pinning him up against the shower wall. Roger reached over and grabbed a washcloth. He squeezed some body wash onto the cloth and proceeded to run the cloth around Novak's body. He washed Novak's shoulders first before running it down his chest. The Serb moaned softly and Roger kissed him softly. He moved his cloth covered hand up and down Novak's ripped stomach and got a shiver out of the Serbian. Moving around to the back, Roger washed Novak's sculpted back up and down. He then moved down to the crevice of Novak's ass. His younger lover moaned as he washed between the crevice, touching his scrotum. “Roger,” Novak moaned. Roger chuckled as he moved the cloth around to wash Novak's privates. The Serb was a blubbering idiot as Roger cupped his balls and penis in his hand.
Novak's moans echoed through the shower and into the bathroom. He felt weak in the knees and Roger had to put an arm around him so he wouldn't fall down. Roger gripped the cock in his hands and pulled on it. Novak groaned as Roger stroked his cock. Suddenly, he stopped. Novak opened his eyes to see Roger looking at him. “You going to beat Tsonga tomorrow?” the Swiss man asked him.
“Yes, I will,” Novak said nodded his head frantically.
“Want to know what you get if you beat him?” Novak nodded again not trusting his voice. “A whole night of sex with little ol' me,” he said and Novak moaned when he felt a finger enter his entrance.
“Yes,” he moaned.
“But if you drop a set to him, you will be punished,” he said.
“I'll try not to,” he groaned as the finger twisted around in him. The finger pulled out and he heard a wrapper being torn off and the finger was replaced with a cock. He was picked up and he put his legs around Roger's waist as the Swiss proceeded to make love to him.
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Petra was nervously drumming her fingers together as Maria lead her to a room a few floors above hers. All she had heard of Maria's conversation on the phone was 'family meeting'. She had no idea what that meant. Maria did a series of knocks on the door paused then another series and the door opened to reveal Rafa. “Hey, Maria,” he said holding the door open for them. “Petra,” he said as she walked in. Also in the room was Andy Murray.
“Hi, Petra,” Andy said. “Bet you're wondering what's with all the secrecy?” he asked.
“Now that you mentioned it, yes, I am.”
“Well, there's usually more people here when we do this, but you'll meet everybody else at the beginning of the US Open in September.”
“Okay.”
“The three of us are members of the Rovak relationship support group,” Andy said and Petra quirked her eyebrows. “It's the combination of Roger and Novak names. Kinda like what you do with two characters from a book or TV show,” he said.
“How many are there in this group?” Petra asked.
“You make it an even 14,” Andy said.
“We're hoping for sixteen to be even with Roger's Grand Slam titles,” Maria said.
“Is that all we do is support?”
“Well, we help them hide the relationship or help one surprise the other,” Rafa said.
“I helped Roger with an anniversary dinner for Novak at the beginning of the year,” Andy said with a smile. “It was fun to watch them interact with each other,” he said.
“So?” Maria asked to Petra. “Would you be willing to join?” she asked.
“Sure. It'll be fun,” she said.
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Days later, Novak won Wimbledon and was now at the mercy of his boyfriend. Roger was now giving Novak the full body massage and he was loving every minute of it. “So, how does it feel to be Wimbledon champion?” he asked and Novak chuckled.
“I like the trophy,” he said high off his win.
“Yeah, I noticed how your lips lingered on it a bit too long,” Roger teased as he kneaded a sore muscle. Novak moaned softly as Roger's hands lingered on his lower back. “Though, you've got to win it five more times to tie with me and then one more to go over.” Novak chuckled before moaning as Roger eased a sore muscle.
“Can you go lower?” he asked and Roger chuckled. He moved his hands to Novak's towel clad butt and gently squeezed. Novak moaned a sigh before Roger removed the towel. Roger lightly ran his fingers along Novak's ass cheek causing the hips to move. Roger chuckled as he kissed Novak's tailbone. “Roger,” the Wimbledon champion moaned. He kissed up Novak's back, hitting each pulse point he had found over their three and a half years together. He felt Roger pull away and then heard a cap pop open. He laid there expecting a slick finger to enter him, but instead, he heard the uncanny sound of a whip cream can followed by the coolness of said whip cream. Roger drew a line with the dessert up Novak's spine. All Novak could do was moan as Roger reached the back of his neck where the short hair began. “No chocolate syrup?” he asked. He waited as Roger leaned in close and kissed the shell of his ear.
“That's for when you win the French,” he whispered. Novak moaned as Roger moved his arms up over his head, straddling his back side. “Keep those there,” he said. Novak moaned as he kept his arms where Roger put them before feeling Roger's lips on the back of his neck. Then he heard the unmistakable sound of handcuffs. He opened his eyes to see Roger handcuffing him to the bed.
“You have the key to those here, right?” he asked. Roger chuckled as he got the key to show Novak it was in the room. “Good. We don't need my father finding me handcuffed to the bed again,” he said. Roger chuckled as he placed the key on the nightstand and leaned down to the trail of whip cream on Novak's back. He flicked his tongue to lick some of it up and Novak moaned softly. He repeated it several times, moving down the Serb's back. Novak moaned again as Roger reached his tailbone before moving to his ass. He sprayed some more onto both cheeks and then proceeded to lick it off. “Roger,” he moaned as Roger's tongue ran across his flesh. The Swiss licked all the whip cream off before spraying more onto him. It went like that for several minutes. Roger would spray whip cream onto him and then lick it off. It was what he did when Roger won Wimbledon in 2009.
“You want me to fuck you?” Roger asked.
“Yes,” Novak gasped out. Roger kissed up to his neck.
“Hmm, that's too bad,” he teased causing Novak to cry out.
“Why?”
“I was going to make love to you,” Roger said. “You made love to me when I won, remember?” Novak moaned as flashes of their 2009 Wimbledon lovemaking went through his head. Roger sat up and found the lotion. He entered two fingers into Novak at once and the Serb squealed. “Well, that noise is new,” he teased.
“Rog,” Novak moaned as he felt the two fingers twist inside him. “Please,” he begged as a third finger entered him.
“Are you begging?” Roger asked. Novak could only nod as Roger's fingers brushed a sensitive nerve inside him. Roger pulled his fingers out and tore open a condom. Roger rolled it on and slowly eased into Novak. The new world number one moaned as his boyfriend filled him with his cock. Roger didn't wait for Novak to adjust. He began slow, lengthy thrusts in and out of Novak. Roger groaned right along with Novak who was a moaning, whimpering mess. Although he enjoyed the slow pace lovemaking they sometimes do, Novak loved it more when they went fast. Roger groaned as he reached for another condom and ripped it open. Novak yelped, his hips bucking when Roger reached underneath him and rolled the condom onto his cock. “So you don't make a mess,” Roger said into his ear. Novak could only moan as Roger's hand gripped his cock and began a steady pace to match his cock thrusting in and out of him. Novak's hands were gripping the headboard, his knuckles turning white. He was gripping the headboard so tight, Roger thought he would break it.
Novak was going insane with Roger's slow pace. Between the cock going in and out and the hand stroking him in time to the cock, he was a moaning, whimpering mess. Him. The ATP World # 1 was a moaning, whimpering mess at the mercy of his boyfriend. Roger's mouth latched into his neck and began to kiss and bite it. No doubt marks will be there the next morning. Novak began sounding like he does on court and Roger changed his angle to hit the prostate of his younger lover. “Oh, God,” Novak gasped out before the tension in him finally snapped. His hips danced up and down as he came in the condom, Roger's hand releasing it's hold on him. His muscles squeezed the life out of the cock in him and Roger groaned out in his ear as he came.
“Congratulations, baby,” he said before they both kinda collapsed onto the bed. Roger slowly pulled out of Novak getting a lengthy moan from him and laid beside him. He motioned to the cuffs and Roger reached for the key. He undid the cuffs quickly and put them aside as Novak rolled over to be on his back.
“Wow,” he breathed and Roger chuckled. “So I guess we don't see each other until your birthday.” He rolled over onto his side as Roger pulled off the condom on his cock.
“Yeah,” Roger said before pulling off the one on Novak's.
“Unless of course you want to come over after you're done with your Davis Cup matches,” Novak said before straddling his waist.
“You making a pass at me to come see you?” Roger asked.
“Hmm, yeah I am. There's no way I’m going to survive not seeing you for nearly a month.” Roger chuckled as he sat up and put his arms around Novak.
“I'll check my calendar,” he said before kissing his boyfriend.
End of Chapter Twelve
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