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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 Seventeen: US Open IV
New York City.......
Novak Djokovic sighed as he came upon his hotel room. With his US Open trophy tucked safely under his arm, he dug into his bag for his hotel key. He found it after a few minutes of searching and stuck it into the lock. His door opened and he sighed out in relief as he closed the door behind him. He tossed the key into the table and set his bag down on the floor. He needed to sleep because he would be appearing on Regis and Kelly in the morning. He also wanted to shower. He carefully set his trophy down on the table and shed his clothes making his way to the bathroom. A hot shower to help his back since the painkillers were wearing off. Any moment it would hurt to just move. With a groan he entered the bathroom and began his shower.
Hot water streamed down on his back as he pressed his forehead against the shower wall. He stood under the water for what seemed like ages until he finally moved to grab his soap and cloth. As he washed, his hotel room door opened to allow Roger to enter his room. He closed the door softly before heading into the bedroom. He tossed his key to join Novak's on the table and he let his fingers grace the trophy before he started taking off his clothes to join the ones on the floor. He laid on the bed and waited.
Novak exited the shower, unaware of the show he was giving to his boyfriend lounging on the bed. He wrapped a towel around his waist and headed into his room. He gasped in fright before turning the light on.
“Roger,” he scolded as his boyfriend of three years chuckled but he couldn't help but look him over as he laid there in just his boxers. Roger motioned for Novak to come up to the bed and he did. Roger pulled him onto the bed and flush up against him.
“How does it feel to be the US Open champion?” he asked causing Novak to giggle. “That good, huh?”
“The trophy is nice,” the Serb said jerking his head over toward the silver trophy that sat on the table.
“It is nice, isn't it?” he asked and Novak smiled. “Except, you've got a ways to go to catch up to my five US Open trophies,” he said causing Novak to smack him. He had said the same thing about his Wimbledon trophies. Roger stopped the hand and kissed Novak softly on the lips before moving down his neck. He heard his young lover moan in delight before situating him on his lap. He noticed a grimace coming from him and pulled away. “Your back?” he asked.
“Hurts like hell,” Novak said. “The painkillers Eli gave me to allow me to last through the trophy ceremony are wearing off.” Roger had watched as Novak took an injury time out and Eli came out and worked his back.
“So, you want a back rub?” Roger asked before kissing down his boyfriend's neck.
“Back rub would be nice,” he said. Roger eased Novak onto the bed on his back and hovered over him. “This is not a back rub.”
“So roll over then,” Roger said and Novak rolled over with a grimace and felt Roger's hands immediately work on his back. He groaned as the magic hands worked the sore muscles in his back slowly.
“Oh, God, that feels so good.” Roger chuckled as he worked Novak's back.
“I hate to see you in any kind of pain,” he said. Novak gave a groggy moan as he felt himself falling asleep. “Don't fall asleep on me,” the Swiss teased. “Can't have you miss the best part of your reward.”
“Too tired,” he answered but he felt his lower region coming to life underneath him. He whined when Roger stopped and he was turned over. “Roger.. can't..” he started to say but he was cut off by his lover's mouth. He moaned weakly into Roger's mouth before bringing his arms up to wrap them around the Swiss' neck. Roger gingerly laid himself onto Novak not wanting to hurt him further. He kissed the Serb before moving down his neck and then his body. He listened to the small whimpers and moans coming from Novak as he got lower and lower. “Roger,” he heard as he came to the towel that was around his boyfriend's waist.
Instead of taking the towel off to observe his lover's body, he got off the bed and removed his boxers. He got back on top of Novak, in between his legs, and thrust his hips into his. Novak gasped out in a moan and Roger joined their lips together. He silenced the Serbian's moaning with his mouth, begging entrance with his tongue. Novak opened his mouth allowing Roger to slip his tongue into it. Novak moved his hips up into Roger's causing the Swiss to moan as well. The knot that tied the towel around his waist came loose. Roger ran his right hand and grasped Novak's hip. Suddenly he stopped kissing him and removed the towel from his prize. Novak barely had time to react when Roger engulfed his cock into his mouth. He let a gasp before his eyes rolled up into his eyelids. Roger sucked on him like a lollipop and he strained to keep his hands on the sheets.
“Roger,” he moaned. Roger chuckled before Novak let out a gasped moaned and his hips bucked. Roger didn't release his hold on his younger lover until the orgasm was over and he then licked his way up the Serb's body. Novak still breathed heavily as Roger ran his tongue up his neck and then kissed the open mouth. Novak moaned deeply as Roger reached into the bedside table and found lube and a condom. He opened the lube and squeezed some onto his fingers. He hitched up Novak's hips and pushed one slick finger into his entrance. The Serb let out a gasped moan before his hips bucked wildly. He moaned as a second finger eased into him and then twist around in him. He yelped when he felt a third finger enter him and graze that spot inside him that caused him to groan in pleasure. It was the one spot that Roger always found whether is was with his finger or his cock.
Roger removed his fingers from Novak and flipped them over so that he was on top. He grabbed the condom and rolled it onto his cock. He gingerly picked up Novak and urged him to do the rest. Novak grabbed his cock and eased into it very slowly. Roger groaned, his hands twitching because while he wanted Novak to set the pace, he also wanted to ram the Serb onto his cock. Finally, Novak was all the way down on him and after adjusting, he began to ride Roger. The Swiss groaned as Novak guided his hands to rest on his hips. His fingers dug into the skin and he knew he would have marks in the morning. “Sit up,” Novak said. Roger pushed himself up and both groaned as the angle changed and he went deeper into Novak. The Serb wrapped his legs around Roger and began to thrust faster. Roger met his thrusts as best he could and kissed Novak's neck. Novak rolled his head to allow him more neck to nibble on and he muttered something in Serbian. Roger closed his eyes and then grabbed a hold of his young lover's cock.
Roger than muttered in his ear in Swiss German and Novak gasped out. He loved it when Novak spoke in Serbian during sex and he was sure that the Serb loved it when he spoke in Swiss German or even French. He needed to feel more and he couldn't do that with Novak on top of him. He flipped them over to be on top. He kissed Novak before thrusting his hips into his. The Serb tried to keep up with the thrusts but ended up just laying on the bed as his older lover made love to him. “Roger, I'm close,” he said and Roger took hold of his cock again and squeezed it causing him to gasp out.
“Not until I'm ready,” he said. “Understood?” he asked and Novak nodded before Roger continued to thrust into the US Open Champion causing said champion to whimper. “Oh, so tight,” he muttered into his ear, Novak moaning loudly. “Who would've thought that the number one in the world is a moaning, whimpering bottom,” he stated going back to when Novak teased him about whimpering while number one.
“Roger, please,” Novak moaned.
“And he begs, too,” Roger added before stroking Novak's cock. A few pulls was all it took and Novak arched his sore back as he came in Roger's hand and on his stomach. His muscles squeezed around Roger and he himself followed him with a sharp moan, releasing into the condom. He collapsed on top of Novak and the legs around his waist unwound.
“God, I think you broke me,” Novak said causing Roger to laugh at him. “I think I may have to visit Eli before Regis and Kelly.” Roger lifted his head up from his neck and ran his hands lovingly through his hair. “You okay?” he asked.
“I'm fine,” he said. Roger leaned down and kissed him softly before moving his hips. Novak moaned softly before moving his hips too. Roger kissed down his neck relishing in the small moans in his ears.
“If we're going to do this again, you might want to change the condom,” he advised. He felt Roger pull out and the condom was thrown in the trash.
“You need to rest up for Regis and Kelly,” Roger said as he took the towel and cleaned off Novak's stomach. “We can celebrate later,” he added tossing the towel into the bathroom. They got underneath the covers and Novak cuddled up to Roger.
“I sleep better with you here anyway,” he said. Roger chuckled as Novak threw an arm across his chest and settled his head onto his shoulder. “I got the hotel waking me up at 7.”
“Okay,” Roger said before kissing his head and listened to Novak's breathing even out as he fell asleep. After listening for what seemed like all night, Roger also fell asleep.
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The next morning, Novak woke up before Roger and turned around in his arms. He was lucky to have him in his life. After nearly four years, their relationship was still going strong. They had talked about getting married for the last year. Maybe in South Africa where they legally marry gay couples. They just have to pick a time when they could come out without any repercussions to their careers. It may be a while until they could. Perhaps they could find someone who could marry them in secret.
Novak glanced over to see it was only six in the morning. He could get up now and get ready for Regis and Kelly, but Roger looked so sexy with his hair in his face, he couldn't resist him. He spooned up against him and felt his morning wood against his own. He kissed the bottom of his chin, getting a little grunt. He ran his fingers along Roger's hairy chest, following the trail of hair that disappeared underneath the sheets. His fingers grazed the morning wood underneath the sheet and Roger's hips jerked a little. Roger was half awake by now and he moved closer to Novak. Novak kissed the neck his mouth was pressed up against before taking a light hold onto Roger's cock. A kiss to the weak spot by his Adam's Apple caused the organ in his hands to react. Roger was now fully awake and his arm that was around Novak's waist went south. A firm hand rested on his ass and it squeezed causing him to moan softly. “Now that's an alarm I'd rather wake up to,” Roger muttered into his ear before licking the earlobe. Novak chuckled before he stroke the organ in his hand. Roger groaned, squeezing the flesh in his hand. He moved his knee and Novak let out a little gasp. He hit pay dirt. Abandoning the ass in his hand, Roger moved to grasp Novak's own morning wood and began to stroke him in time with the strokes on his own cock.
Both were moaning and gasping into each others ears. Novak brought off Roger first and the Swiss man groaned deeply into his ear. Roger pulled on the organ in his hand and Novak came in a sharp cry. After a few moments of deep breaths, Novak opened his eyes to look into Roger's. “Morning,” the four time Grand Slam champion said.
“Morning,” the sixteen time Grand Slam champion said and they kissed for the first time since waking up. “You realize it's not seven yet,” he said. Novak looked over to see it was a quarter after six. They had forty five minutes to themselves. To do anything they wanted. “What should we do to pass the time?” he asked.
“I'm up for a shower,” Novak suggested. Roger got up and lifted Novak out of bed. Novak let out a shriek as Roger carried him to the bathroom. The water was turned on and both entered the shower, Novak against the wall as Roger pulled the door shut. Roger kissed Novak hungrily as he pressed him up against the wall. Novak moaned as two hands grasped his ass and squeezed. Roger's lips moved down his neck and he craned his neck to the side to allow him more to kiss. His hot lips touched his pulse point and he moaned heartily. “Roger.” Roger reached over to the tray and found the last condom in the shower. He ripped it open and slipped it on before lifting Novak up. Novak wrapped his legs around Roger's waist as the Swiss eased into him. Both moaned hungrily as Roger immediately began thrusting his hips up into Novak's.
Moaning and panting echoed through the bathroom as steam billowed around the room. Novak's moans started to sound like the ones on court and Roger reached in between the two of them and gripped the cock. Novak held onto Roger as the Swiss pummeled into him and stroke his cock. “Roger. Roger. Roger. Oh, God, Roger,” he mantra-ed and the Swiss chuckled against the neck he was kissing. He changed angles and got that delightful sounding moan from his young lover. Novak was nearing the finishing line and he heard that Roger was too. Roger alternated squeezing and stroking the cock in his hand as he thrust in and out of Novak.
“So, good,” he moaned into the Serb's ear. Novak moaned out when he changed angles again and hit the bundle of nerves inside him.
“Roger,” Novak moaned. “Oh, God, right there,” he exclaimed and Roger chuckled. He grasped Novak's ass with his left hand.
“Come for me, baby,” Roger whispered huskily into his ear. He thrust deeper and stroke the organ in his hand and Novak squealed out, burying his face into Roger's neck. Roger felt warm essence shot into his hand and he thrust one more time before letting out his own moan as he came while those muscles squeezed around his cock. “Oh, God, Nole.”
Roger let Novak down and pulled out of him. They finished the shower together before Roger pulled Novak into the bedroom. Novak was underneath him getting a lip treatment when the phone beside the bed went off. Both lovers groaned in despair and saw it was seven. Novak reached up and took the the phone off the hook. “Hello?”
“This is the front desk with your seven o'clock wake up call, Mr. Djokovic,” a lady said.
“Thank you,” Novak said.
“Would you like room service to send up your regular breakfast order?” she asked.
“Yes, thank you.” He hung up the phone and sighed. “I have to get ready. Breakfast is on the way up.”
“Okay,” Roger said getting up and he pulled Novak up. He noticed him twinging again and felt his back.
“I'm fine,” he said.
“Just promise me you won't over do yourself this weekend.”
“They're not going to play me, Roger. Not when I'm like this,” Novak said. “I'm going mainly for moral support for my compatriots.”
“You don't know that,” Roger said. “You're the number one in the world. Of course they could use you if they want to. They won't care that your back hurts.”
“Look, if they do put me in, I promise to not overdo myself.” Roger sighed as Novak kissed him softly.
“Don't make a promise you can't keep,” Roger said. “Back injuries are hell.”
“I know and I’m paying for it now.”
“Well, then I guess we won't see each other until China.”
“Yeah. We'll have China to look forward to,” Novak said as Roger kissed his neck. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” Roger said before kissing him. “I'm going to miss you.”
“I'll miss you, too.”
End of Chapter Seventeen
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