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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 Thirteen : Happy 30^th Roger
Montreal, Canada
It was only two weeks since they saw each other, but Roger couldn't wait to see his boyfriend. It was three days before the start of the Rogers Cup. Three days before he turned 30. He made Mirka promise not to have a party. In fact, he made everybody, including his boyfriend not to have a party. The last thing he needed was a reminder that he was hitting the age button this year. He just wanted something quiet. A dinner for two, especially if the half of that two was Novak. And no black balloons. He was only turning thirty for crying out loud. He was just getting into his room when his phone rang. After tipping the bell boy, he answered. “Hello?”
“So, in three days time you will officially be old. According to you anyway,” a voice with a Serbian accent said and he chuckled, shutting the door behind the hotel staff member. “Feeling any different?”
“Should I?” Roger asked. “I don't feel any different.”
“At least you still have your hair,” Novak said and Roger laughed out sitting on a couch. “With no gray even. Have you checked in?”
“I'm in my room as we speak,” Roger said.
“Look in your bedroom,” Novak said and with a curious look, Roger got up from the couch and went into the bedroom. He turned the light on and saw a vase of flowers sitting on a table.
“How did you …?” he started to ask.
“I have my ways. Plus, your mother likes me,” Novak said and he chuckled. There was a card and he pulled it off the pick and opened it.
My turn to be corny and romantic. Happy 30^th Roger. Try not to let it get to your head when we're in bed. You've still got it by my standards. Love, N-
“Have I told you how much I loved you, Nole?” Roger asked.
“How much?”
“It's an endless love, baby. Are you free tonight?”
“Actually, I’m going to have to make you wait until your birthday to see me in private,” Novak said causing Roger to whimper. “Did you just whimper?”
“Can't help it. I wanted you to myself tonight. Preferably naked,” he said.
“You will on your birthday. On that day, do as you're told,” Novak said hanging up leaving Roger to ponder what he meant.
On the day of his birthday after his match, Mirka and Diana showed up together when he came out of the locker room. “What?” he asked.
“We're taking you out shopping,” Mirka said. Roger sucked his teeth as the two of the three girls in his life smiled at him. They always loved taking him shopping because they would want his opinion on something. He was about to say no when he heard Novak's voice in his head from a couple of days ago. 'Do as you're told.'
“Okay,” he said. He spent the day with his sister and best friend after finishing up interviews. They shopped and went sight seeing. Most of the clothes they got for him. Apparently he needed a new wardrobe. He didn't think he did. Near the end of their shopping trip, Mirka spotted a Spencer's Gift store. Roger and Diana stayed outside as their friend roamed around for something in the store. “She's up to something,” Roger said.
“It's your thirtieth. Of course she's up to something.”
“I told her no parties,” Roger said.
“Who said anything about a party,” Diana said. “Why do you think we've been keeping you away from your hotel room all day?”
“Oh, I told him no party, too.”
“He's not throwing you a party either,” his sister said. “Something special between the two of you.” Diana looked at her watch to see the time and she cursed. “We gotta get you back so you can change.” She got Mirka to hurry up and they literally pulled him back to the hotel.

As Roger showered, the two picked out an outfit for him to wear. They chose a dark blue button down shirt with some gray slacks. Once Roger was dressed, he got a key. It was Novak's room key. They helped him into a jacket and wished him a happy birthday before smiling at him. Grabbing his bags, he quirked an eyebrow as they waved to him. Roger sighed as he left the room with a chuckle.
He arrived at Novak's floor a few levels lower than his and quickly found his room. He swiped the card key through the lock before opening the door. He licked his lips seeing Novak standing by a table opening some champagne. “Hey,” he said.
“Hey,” Roger said back practically eye fucking Novak. The Serb was wearing a long sleeve black top, the sleeves pulled up to his elbows and black cargo pants. God, he looked great in black. He was barefoot too. Something he loved when the two of them were alone. Novak never bothered to put shoes on and preferred to be barefoot. He watched as the Serb poured a glass each and brought one over to him. “You look absolutely incredible,” Roger said.
“Thanks,” Novak said before kissing his boyfriend lovingly on the mouth. He let a small casual moan escape and Roger moaned right along with him. “You don't look half bad either. Happy Birthday.” Roger chuckled as he watched Novak walk back to the table, his hips swaying a little. He did that on purpose. He pulled out a chair and sat down as Novak brought over some trays from the room service cart. “Hope you like,” he said placing one in front of Roger. He lifted the dome lid and Roger smelled pasta.
“Pasta?”
“It's gluten free,” Novak said removing the lid from his own. “I always order it whenever I can have supper when I’m here.” Roger noticed he had bread sticks and Novak didn't. He was sticking to his diet like a duck to water. They ate quietly with light conversation. “So, what did you do today?” Novak asked.
“Mirka and Diana took me shopping,” Roger said. “They would not take no for an answer.” Novak chuckled and Roger smiled at his little giggle. “You had something to do with that, didn't you?” he asked.
“Maybe a little,” he said. “I needed a Roger free day to get things together.”
“I'm just glad you don't have black balloons hanging all over the room,” he said before putting a forkful of pasta in his mouth.
“I had thought of that,” Novak said, “but I wore black instead because I know how much you hate being reminded that you're pushing the age button.”
“You look smoking hot in black, baby,” Roger said causing Novak to choke on his champagne. “What?”
“I was just thinking the same thing about you, when you were dressed all in black for the US Open in 2007.” Roger chuckled softly. “I had a really hard time in that tournament with you all in Darth Vader black.”
“I looked good, huh?” Roger asked.
“Yeah, you did. Black was the new sex back then in my opinion,” he said. “God, I was so hard after playing you.” Roger swallowed the champagne left in his glass and exhaled.
“Must have been torture for you to stand there next to me and not jump my bones.”
“It was more than that,” Novak said. “I wanted to quit tennis after that.”
“What?”
“The pain of me loving you and not being able to be with you was so much, I thought the only solution would be to quit tennis,” Novak somberly said. “Of course, that was before you ambushed me in the locker room and all my problems were solved.” Roger chuckled before standing up and walking over to side. He got down on his knees and took Novak's hands with his.
“You've never told me this.”
“Didn't think I needed to since we were together the next year,” Novak said. Roger chuckled before standing up, bringing Novak up with him. He put his arm around the Serb and drew him closer. “What are you doing, Roger?” he asked.
“Relax,” the Swiss said as he put his arm around Novak waist and held onto his right hand with his left. “You've never danced with anyone before, have you?”
“Dance? Without music?” Novak asked.
“Close your eyes and just go with it,” he said and Novak sighed as he closed his eyes. He chuckled when Roger kissed his nose and started humming a tune. The two of them swayed to Roger's humming and Novak laid his head on his shoulder. Roger's lips peppered kisses on his neck and he giggled. Another couple of minutes of dancing went on before Novak lifted his head from Roger's shoulder and looked into his eyes.
“I've got a present for you,” he said. He made Roger sit down on a chair and abruptly pulled his shirt off. “You're going to sit there, eyes closed,” he said pulling his pants down. Roger licked his lips as his boyfriend stood there in black underwear.
“Is that Emporio Armani underwear?” Roger asked.
“Rafa's a good salesman,” Novak said walking back into the bedroom. “Eyes closed.” Roger closed his eyes and strained to hear what Novak was doing. “Count to twenty out loud so I can hear you then strip and come and get me.” Roger drew in a deep breath before letting it out and he started to count.
“One. Two. Three ...” Novak hurried into the bedroom and quickly lit every candle he had set out. By the time Roger was to twelve, they were all lit and he grabbed a bag of rose petals before hopping on the bed.
“Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty.” Roger quickly stood up and pulled off his clothes down to the underwear. Funny enough, he had Emporio Armani underwear on too. He went to the bedroom and froze. Novak was laid out on the bed, rose petals strewn everywhere, but an abundance of of them were covering what he wanted to see most.
“Is that ..?” Novak started to asked seeing the underwear.
“Rafa's a good salesman,” he said before climbing onto the bed. He covered Novak's body with his and passionately kissed his lover. Novak moaned feeling Roger's groin pressed up against his. They moved together, cocks hardening with the friction and movement. Novak quickly reached under the pillow next to his head and pulled out the handcuffs. “The key?” Roger asked. Novak pointed to the bed side table and he looked to see the silver key by the ash tray.
“Cuff me to the bed and have your way with me,” he said told the thirty year old using the same words Roger had used on his birthday. Roger groaned before taking the cuffs and doing what he was told. He pushed the petals away from his prize and blew on the cock gently. “Roger,” Novak moaned his hips jerking at the cold air. Roger chuckled before pushing his underwear down and finding a condom. “You don't need to prepare me,” Novak said as Roger ripped open the condom. He moaned as he watched the Swiss roll it on himself and put some lube onto his cock. Roger hitched up one of Novak's legs and pushed forward. Novak gasped out, tugging on the cuffs as Roger's length eased into him. Roger's mouth settled by his ear and Novak moaned as the Swiss began speaking in his native language. He was only able to translate a few of the words and those were, 'Love you.' 'Tight.' 'Baby.' He really needed Roger to teach him more.
Roger didn't wait once all the way in. He started a steady pace, in and out and the Serb underneath him was a moaning, whimpering mess. As always. Novak pulled on the cuffs, his hands clenching, wanting to touch something. Roger reached in between them and clasped his hand around Novak's member. “Oh, Roger,” the Serb moaned. His legs wrapped tightly around Roger's waist, pushing the Swiss deeper into him. Roger groaned deeply before changing the angle of his thrusts. The Serb underneath snapped his hips up into his and they both moaned sharply. “Roger, please,” Novak moaned and the hand on his cock which only squeezed finally began to stroke it. Novak bent his head back and Roger attached his lips onto the slender neck. He reached up with his left hand and touched Novak's hand. Their fingers intertwined and Novak gasped when Roger bit his neck. He could tell Roger was close and so was he. He felt Roger lift his head and the hand on his cock left. He whimpered before moaning when his cock was pressed between their bodies. Hands clasped around his head and he felt Roger kiss him. He kissed back moaning into his mouth, but then Roger pulled away.
“Open your eyes, baby,” he whispered and he opened his eyes. Hazel met brown and both saw the love for each other in the others' eyes. A few more thrusts and suddenly both got swept over by their orgasms. Roger in a deep moan and Novak guttural cry. He had arched into Roger as the Swiss thrust down. They then both collapsed into each other, breathing heavily. Novak smiled as Roger kissed his neck, speaking in Swiss German softly.
“What?”
“Happy Birthday to me,” Roger translated and Novak laughed out. Roger reached over to got the key from the bedside table and unlocked the bracelets. The Serb sat up stretching and Roger couldn't resist him again. Novak gasped in surprise when Roger pulled him back down onto the bed, on top of him. “I've got a birthday wish.”
“What's that?”
“You riding me like there's no tomorrow,” Roger said and pulled Novak into a kiss. Novak moaned softly as he pulled the dead condom off Roger's already hardening cock. It was going to be a long night.
End of Chapter Thirteen
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