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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 Sixteen: US Open III
New York City ….. Rain Delay

The rain was pelting the windows as the storm continued to wreck havoc outside. The two lovers in the bed could care less. It was late in the evening and Novak and Roger were laying in bed, wrapped up in the sheets and each other. Novak was cuddled up next to Roger with his head laying on his chest listening to his heart beat. His left arm draped over the third seed's stomach. Roger was running his finger tips along Novak's back, creating goosebumps. Every now and then he'd place a soft kiss on top of Novak's head causing him to smile. They were taking a fourth reprieve after making love for a fourth time. “I like rain,” Novak said. Roger chuckled. “What?” he asked.
“That's cause it canceled the matches today and you got to spend the entire day in bed with your hot boyfriend,” Roger said causing Novak to chuckle.
“I really should check my phone to see if anyone's tried to call me,” Novak said, “but I don't want to get up.”
“I'll get it for you,” Roger said. “I need sustenance anyway. I'll call for some room service.” Novak rolled over as Roger got out of the bed and walked around the bed to get Novak his phone. The Serb just enjoyed the view as Roger collected his phone and brought it over to him.
“You know, I could watch you walk around naked all day,” he said causing Roger to smirk and he got back into bed and picked up the room service menu. Novak turned his phone off silent and found several missed calls that came with text messages from his father. “Oh, God,” he groaned.
“What?” Roger asked.
“I've got at least a dozen text messages from my dad,” Novak said. Roger just hummed before picking up the phone to order some food. Novak sighed as he scrolled through the messages from his father. All of them asking him where he was and why he wasn't with Eli. He briefly heard Roger order food before he hung up with room service and turned back to Novak.
“If it's important, he'll call you again,” Roger said making Novak put it down on the nightstand and started kissing his neck. Novak always did what he was told when he kissed his neck. “We got twenty minutes till the food gets here,” he said. “I don't want to waste it.” He pulled the comforter over them and got a squeal of delight from Novak as he tickled his sides.
“Roger,” Novak laughed before submitting to his lover.
Meanwhile …...
Srdjan Djokovic was a bit ticked off at his son for disappearing for the day. He wasn't in his room and his brothers haven't seen him and neither had his mother. He had checked in with Eli, his trainer, to see if he had taken his suggestion to heart, but Eli said that he never showed up. The only other place he could think of that his son could have gone was a place Srdjan didn't really want to visit. He decided to check with his fellow Serbian tennis players. He knew that Ana Ivonavic was still in town and he knew her hotel room number. He arrived there and knocked on the door. It was opened by Ana herself who smiled. “Hey, Mr. Djokovic,” she said. She had stood to the side and he saw other tennis players in her room with her. Serena Williams, Maria Sharapova, who waved, Rafa Nadal, Andy Murray and Andy Roddick and Petra Kvitova. 'She's new,' he thought before Ana interrupted his thoughts. “Nole's not here,” she said right away knowing that's why he was there.
“Do you know where he is?” Srdjan asked. “He's not picking up his phone.” He saw her glance up and down the hall before replying to him.
“He's with his boyfriend,” she stated simply and he looked to the other tennis players who nodded.
“Oh,” he said before groaning.
“You really need to start accepting Novak for who he is, Mr. Djokovic.”
“I have accepted him,” Srdjan said. “It's the boyfriend that I have a problem with,” he added seeing the reaction of the others. It was clear to him that they all knew about Roger and Novak and supported them heartily.
“You know they've been together for three years, almost four. It's clear that Roger makes your son happy. You need to accept that too,” Ana said before closing the door. Srdjan decided to try Novak's cellphone one more time before physically going over to see him.
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Novak moaned as Roger eased his hands across his sore back. “God, this feels wonderful,” he said causing Roger to chuckle. “I'm not letting anyone else touch my back but you.”
“I feel honored,” Roger said. He leaned forward and kissed him on his neck. He then kissed down his spine, thankful for the edible body oil that Mirka bestowed on him for his birthday.
Novak moaned as he got closer and closer to the crevice of his ass. It had been so long since Roger rimmed him. Roger had other plans though and rolled Novak over onto his back and got on top of him. They still had ten minutes until the food got there. Plenty of time to bring each other off. Roger settled in between Novak's legs and brushed his cock against the Serb's.
“Hmm,” Novak moaned as he kissed his neck again before joining their lips in a passionate lock. They thrust against each other, rubbing their cocks together. It was a fast pace because they only had a little time to get there until they were interrupted. Fate had other plans.
Novak's phone went off causing the Serb to cry out. “Ignore it,” Roger said kissing down Novak's neck.
“I can't,” he said. “That's my dad's ring tone.” Roger groaned as Novak pushed him off and rolled over to retrieve his phone from the night stand. He tried to settle his breathing a bit before taking the call. “Dad?” he asked still a little out of breath.
“Are you okay?”
“I'm fine,” he said glancing at Roger who smiled. “What's wrong?” he asked as Roger pulled him in between his legs and he had to bite back a moan feeling Roger's cock against his back.
“Is there a reason you weren't answering your phone earlier?” he asked. Novak smiled as Roger kissed his shoulder and images streamed through his head. Truth be told, he didn't want to tell his father he spent the day in bed with his boyfriend.
“Because my phone was turned on silent most of the day,” he answered. Roger lightly kissed up his neck and Novak jerked his head to the side before pushing a chuckling Roger away. Srdjan heard the chuckle on his end and deduced that his son was in bed with him. “Are you mad at me for something?” Novak asked.
“I had suggested you see Eli for the day about your back,” his father said. “Imagine my surprise when Eli said that you never showed up.” Novak's eyes fluttered shut as Roger's lips graced his sensitive spot and he moaned softly. He heard his father let out an impatient sigh. “You're with him, aren't you?” he asked.
“If you're referring to Roger, than yes, I'm with him,” Novak said. “He is my boyfriend after all.” Roger curled his arms around him more and he blew in his ear. “Roger, stop it,” he scolded, making sure to cover the mouth piece, but Srdjan heard him and let out a sigh. “He made me an offer I couldn't refuse,” he said as Roger kissed his neck again.
“So, what happened to your sore back getting tweaked by Eli?” Srdjan asked before cringing as he regretted saying the word 'tweaked'.
“Roger tweaked me,” Novak said knowing the comment would drive his dad nuts. “Eli can check me over before the match tomorrow if it will make him and you feel better.”
“Fine,” Srdjan said.
“Anything else?” he asked when there was a knock on the door. Roger reluctantly left the bed and pulled on some pants before going to answer the door.
“No,” he said. “Does he really have to molest you while you were on the phone with me?”
“He can't keep his hands off me, Dad,” Novak said as Roger came in with the room service tray. “I gotta go now, but I'll talk to you later.”
“Okay, son,” Srdjan said before hanging up. Novak hung up the phone and looked at Roger.
“What?” the Swiss asked.
“Did you really have to molest my neck while I was on the phone with him?” Novak asked. “It's bad enough he's having trouble trying to accept you as my boyfriend, but then you go and do that while he's trying to have a conversation with me.”
“You didn't say no,” Roger said.
“I said 'stop it',” Novak said getting out of the bed. Roger watched him as he pulled on some shorts and picked up piece of fruit from a platter. “I think he's gotten used to the fact that I'm gay, but he's still processing you as my boyfriend.”
“He's avoiding me,” Roger said.
“What?” he asked.
“Your dad is avoiding me,” Roger repeated. “I saw him in the hotel lobby the other day. He quickly changed direction when he saw me.”
“Hmm, I'll have to talk to him about that,” Novak said. At Roger's confused look, he sighed out. “He's got to face you at some point. The last time he's actually been around you was back at the French when he surprised us in my hotel room that morning after you beat me in the semifinals.”
“At least he didn't walk in on us like your mother,” Roger stated as he walked over to his boyfriend. Novak chuckled as Roger gathered him up in his arms and kissed him softly. Novak moaned into the kiss before Roger started to kiss down his neck. He's gotten used to Roger's neck fetish over the past three years almost four years. “I have a dilemma,” he said reaching Novak's pulse point.
“What's that?” Novak asked craning his head to the side so Roger had more neck to kiss.
“I want to take you back to bed, but I'm hungry at the same time.”
“Guess we'll have to eat in bed then,” Novak said as Roger pulled away. He took a plate of food off the tray and headed over to the bed with Roger right behind him with his own. They settled underneath the covers and began to feed each other. One thing led to another and the food was abandoned for another round of lovemaking.
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After their semifinals match, Srdjan knew that part of him wanted to think that Roger let Novak win, but the fight that Roger gave Novak was probably the best he's seen his son play. Novak had told him several times that he and Roger play their best when they play against each other. The semifinals match proved it to him. Novak was down two sets, fought off two match points and managed to squeaked through with a win. The handshake and hug the two gave each other at the net also proved how much they loved each other without giving away their relationship to the crowd.
Novak entered his hotel room and found Roger's tennis bag in the sitting room. He walked into the bedroom and chuckled at the sight before him. Roger was out like a light and fast asleep on his stomach. Novak placed his bag onto the floor and walked up to the bed. Roger was covered with a sheet and from the looks of things, he was naked under said sheet. Novak carefully pulled it up to see that Roger was indeed naked and he licked his lips. He was ready to collect on their bet. He quickly undressed and headed into the bathroom. He needed a shower first.
Ten minutes later, he was back in the bedroom with a towel hang loosely around his waist. Roger was still in the same position as before and Novak was having a flash back to 2008 when Roger surprised him after the older man had won three years ago. Novak dropped the towel onto the floor and got onto the bed. Roger was a light sleeper, so it shouldn't take too long to wake him. He pressed his body against Roger's back and kissed his neck lightly. He felt Roger's legs spread apart and he chuckled softly as Roger moaned turning his head to the side. “Talk about a wake up call,” he muttered and they kissed softly.
“Ready to live up to your end of the bargain?” Novak asked. “I won, I get to top.”
“I know the bet,” he said. “How do you want me?” he asked.
“Just stay right where you are,” Novak said before pulling out the drawer. He got condoms and lube out before taking his position on top of Roger again. “I think my dad is finally accepting you,” he said.
“Your dad is not a topic for in bed,” Roger said as Novak inserted a finger into him.
“I know. I’m just saying that he's never seen me play as well as today,” Novak said entering another finger.
Roger groaned out as the two fingers scissored inside him.
“We always bring out the... oh, God … the best in each other,” he moaned out before a third finger entered him. “I swear, Novak, you're getting better at this then I am,” he said and Novak smiled.
“I doubt that,” the Serb said twisting his fingers around. Roger let out a high pitched moan when Novak found the bundle of nerves inside him. “On the other hand.” He took out his fingers and opened a condom, slipped it on and lubed himself up. He pulled aside one of Roger's cheeks and pushed into the thirty year old.
“Oh, God,” Roger moaned deeply as Novak's cock eased into him.
“Thanks, I try,” Novak quipped.
“Don't get cocky,” Roger snapped before squeezing his muscles around the organ inside him causing the Serb to groan deeply.
“Fuck me,” Novak moaned causing Roger to chuckle.
“I'd love to, but you're fucking me at the moment,” he said. Novak smirked as he eased up to the hilt into Roger and let out the breath he was holding. “Move already,” Roger said impatiently. Novak pulled his hips back and thrust up, hitting that bundle of nerves inside Roger. That high pitch squeal happened again and he covered up Roger's body with his and pressed a kiss on his neck.
“Do you want it fast or slow?” Novak asked.
“Somewhere in between is fine with me,” Roger said. Novak sat up on his hands and using his knees, he began a slow pace. Roger moaned softly before opening his legs more and Novak got a little faster. Each motion caused the cross Novak wore to brush up against the back of his neck. It sent a shiver down his back and Novak pushed into him harder and he groaned deeply. Novak reached underneath to grab Roger's cock. “Oh, Nole,” Roger moaned as he pulled it in time with his thrusts. Novak changed the angle of his thrusts and Roger let out a yelp when he hit the sweet spot inside him. “Oh, God,” Roger moaned and Novak smirked as he continued on that angle and stroked his cock faster. Despite being thirty, Roger was approaching his orgasm fast. It seemed Novak knew just which of his buttons to push to get him at the same level as him. Soon, Roger was coming with a strangled moan and Novak was right behind him with his own. They collapsed on the bed, both out of breath as Novak kissed Roger's neck.
“Love you,” he said breathlessly.
“Love you,” Roger said back. Novak pulled out of Roger and laid down on his back beside him. “Wonder what your dad would think if he knew you topped me liked that?” he asked.
“I thought he wasn't a bed conversation,” Novak said looking over at him.
“I don't know why, but it was the first thing that popped into my head.”
“Well, get him out of your head,” Novak said taking off the condom. He turned to toss the condom away and when he rolled back onto his back, Roger rolled on top of him. Novak chuckled as Roger kissed him softly and pulled his leg up against his hip.
“My turn,” Roger said softly into his ear and Novak let out a little moan.
End of Chapter Sixteen
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