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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 Nineteen: Swiss Indoors II
Basel, Switzerland
Roger looked up when an angry Novak Djokovic came into his hotel room. “Something wrong?” he asked.
“Yes, something is definitely wrong,” Novak said. “You warming up that kid from Japan for his match against me tomorrow,” he said.
“So?” Roger asked. “He wanted some advice on how to play you. Not that it will help,” he said.
“I saw you flirting with him,” Novak said causing Roger to laugh out.
“Oh, you're jealous,” he said getting up and walking over to his boyfriend.
“Am not,” Novak said as Roger back him up against the wall.
“Super jealous,” he whispered before capturing Novak's lips with a kiss. He was surprised when Novak pushed him away. “Oh, playing hard to get?”
“I'm mad and every time I'm mad you kiss me and I forget why I'm mad,” he said.
“Why do you think I kiss you every time you're mad,” Roger said before going in for another kiss. Novak tried to stop him, but Roger grabbed his hands and pinned them against the wall and kissed him hungrily. Novak moaned out as he struggled against Roger's grip, but the Swiss man did not let go. He wrenched his head away to separate their mouths, but that only allowed Roger to kiss down his neck. He paid close attention to the pulse point under Novak's ear and the Serb groaned.
“Oh, shit,” he muttered causing Roger to chuckle. He moved Novak's hands to his ass and cupped his face as he kissed back to his mouth. Roger moved from the wall, bringing Novak with him and made the path to his bedroom. In his haste to get him to the bed, their legs tangled up and they ended up on the floor. Novak giggled as Roger groaned out before sitting up to remove his shirt.
“We'll just fuck on the floor,” he said before undressing Novak. He wrenched open his jeans and pulled them down along with his boxers. The Serb gasped feeling cool air hit his cock before he moaned when Roger engulfed his cock into his mouth.
“Roger,” he gasped curling his fingers in the hair. He tried to spread his legs a little more but his pants were bunched at his knees and prevented him from doing that. Roger sucked at his cock and he arched his back, ready to come when suddenly Roger stopped. Novak blinked up at him and barely had time to react when Roger roughly flipped him over onto his stomach. He felt hands on his hips as his ass was raised up and his cheeks spread apart. Roger's expert tongue touched his entrance and he gasped out before Roger began rimming him like there was no tomorrow. All of a sudden he was glad he took a shower before coming over here as Roger's tongue moved past his ring of muscles and touched a sensitive nerve inside. “Oh, God, Rog,” he moaned. He wanted to touch his cock which was throbbing for attention, but his arms were pinned underneath him.
Roger then licked his way up Novak's spine and pressed his body against him. “Never doubt my love for you, understand?” the Swiss man asked and Novak nodded furiously wanting him to continue. Roger opened a condom and rolled it on before putting some body oil he found on. The oil in his opinion allowed him to ease into Novak easier. Especially since he hadn't prepared him. He pulled one cheek aside and began to ease into Novak, who became a blubbering idiot as he pushed in. “Nole,” he whispered into his ear and Novak thought he was going to come just from Roger's voice. “I adore you,” he proclaimed finishing his sentence with a term of endearment. Novak gasped as he attempted to spread his legs, but even though his pants had given way, Roger's thighs were on either side keeping them right where he wanted them. He did manage to get his arms out from underneath him as Roger started to thrust in and out.
“Roger, please,” Novak said as his cock throbbed again. “Touch me,” he begged.
“Not until I'm ready,” Roger said and Novak cried out in agony. Roger changed the angles of his thrusts and Novak gasped out before moaning when the cock inside him hit his prostate. Roger groaned and grunted as he pushed and pulled in and out of Novak and felt himself getting ready to come faster and faster. He felt like that all the time with Novak. It seemed to take him forever to come with just his hand, but when he was inside Novak, he came upon his orgasms quicker. He reached underneath and took a hold of the hard cock of his boyfriend. “You want to come, baby?” Roger asked and Novak whimpered as he nodded and Roger thought he would start crying. “Tell me you want to come.”
“I want to come,” Novak cried out as Roger squeezed him. “Please, Roger, I want to come,” he cried and Roger saw a single tear roll down Novak's cheek and he began to pull the cock in his hand. All it took was two pulls, and Novak cried out in ecstasy as he came, splashing on Roger's hand and the carpet. Luckily it was a light colored carpet. Roger groaned out as he thrust up and then held his hips against Novak's ass as he came in a strangled moan. They collapsed onto the floor in a hot mess and Roger kissed Novak's head. “We're quite a pair aren't we?” Novak asked causing Roger to chuckle. He pulled out of him and pulled him up with him. He kissed him softly on the neck before moving to the bed. They started up again as they fell onto it in a heap. Clothes were taken off the rest of the way and Roger proceeded to have his way with Novak again.
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Novak grimaced as he closed his locker with his right arm. There was a slight twinge as his shoulder swung to close the door. Eli still hadn't gotten the twinge out of it. He cursed in Serbian as he flung a towel onto the floor with his left. “Such foul language,” a voice said and he turned to see Roger standing the walkway. “How's your shoulder?” he asked. He was watching from a private box as the young kid from Japan defeated him. That last set score had to have been embarrassing for Novak.
“Sore, painful,” he said. “I can't believe I let him break me in that last set,” he said. “I'm the world number one. I don't lose a set six to love. That never happened to you after you made it to number one.” Roger backed Novak up against the lockers and pressed a finger against his lips.
“You are a human being, Novak,” he said. “No one expects you to have great results after making it to the top.”
“You did,” he said. “You won a lot of tournaments and matches and stayed number one for four and a half years.”
“I just played smarter tennis. You are rough and tough tennis,” he said. “You played too hard causing your shoulder to give out.” he added.
“But, he's ranked 31, Rog. Even injured, I could have ...” Novak didn't get to finish his sentence because Roger leaned forward and kissed him softly. Novak moaned into the kiss as Roger cupped his face gently. His own hands made their way to Roger's hips and he grunted when Roger stuck his knee in between his legs. He moved his knee against Novak's cock and chuckled slightly when the Serb started to ride his knee. Roger stilled Novak with his hands and pulled out of the kiss, causing him to whined.
“Better?” he asked.
“Be a lot better after you one of your full body massages and then after, you make love to me,” he said causing Roger to chuckle. “Well, there is one benefit to all of this,” he said mirroring what Roger said in London.
“What's that?” Roger asked as Novak's hands slipped down to his ass.
“You, as my boyfriend, must avenge my loss and kick Nishikori's ass in the final,” he said before giving the ass in his hands a squeeze. “You win and I'll ride you like there's no tomorrow,” he added causing Roger to moan. He licked his lips before capturing Novak's in a searing kiss.
Kei Nishikori could not believe his luck. He defeated the world number one, making it to the final against Roger Federer. It seemed like fate was smiling on him when he came across Federer in the practice arena yesterday. He told him how Djokovic played and warmed him up for the match. Though now fate was laughing, because now he has to play Federer in the final. He put his tennis bag down and began to strip his clothes off to take a shower. By now, Djokovic was probably out of the shower and at his interview. He wrapped a towel around his waist and grabbed his bathroom bag and headed to the shower. He heard a soft conversation as he got closer and before he got to the showers, he spotted something that he never saw coming; Novak Djokovic in the arms of another man. The Serbian tennis player was gay and in a relationship with someone. Just then that someone lifted his head up and turned. Kei's mouth dropped seeing Roger Federer in the embrace. He pressed up against the end of the locker row he was at and tried to deduce what he just saw. Roger and Novak, sworn rivals on court, were lovers, boyfriends, partners. It must get really confusing when they play against each other on court. He looked back to see Roger kissing Novak's neck and the Serb giggling. He was witnessing a whole other side of two of the top players. He risked heading towards the showers, but as he walked passed the end of the lockers, Novak's eyes opened.
Novak was giggling as Roger kissed down his neck. “I love the view when ride me,” Roger said into his ear. He opened his eyes slightly and saw someone at the end of the locker way. He gasped as he made eye contact with Kei Nishikori before the young Asian ran off to the showers and Roger pulled away from him. “What?”
“Nishikori. He saw us,” Novak said.
“What?” Roger asked. “Where did he go?”
“He went in the showers.”
“Get your stuff. You have an post match interview to do.”
“But...”
“Remain calm,” he said. “Answer their questions and then come to my room. I'm calling Andy. He's still here.”
“Okay,” Novak said grabbing his bag and headed out of the locker room. Roger headed down the lockers a ways and found Nishikori's stuff. He spotted the Asian kid's phone and scrolled through his photos. He found no photos of him and Novak. Obviously he had been too shocked to get his phone to snap a picture. He put the phone back and headed out.
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Andy Roddick and his wife, Brooklyn came up to Roger's hotel room and the American used the emergency key the Swiss had given him at the beginning of the tournament. “Okay, I got the 911 text,” he said coming into the room with Brooklyn behind him. “Whoa,” he exclaimed seeing Novak in tears and Roger trying to comfort him. This was the first time he's seen Novak this emotional. “Something happened didn't it?” he asked as Brooklyn hurried over to Novak's side. Roger let her try to calm Novak down as he walked over to Andy.
“Kei Nishikori saw us in the locker room after the semifinals match,” Roger explained. “He hasn't stopped crying since getting to the room. I tried to tell him that Kei didn't have pictures. It would be just his word.”
“Right,” Andy said as Novak shook his head.
“He's going to tell someone,” the Serb cried.
“Who's going to believe him, Novak?” Andy asked. “Roger says he doesn't have a picture. With no picture, his own people wouldn't even believe him.”
“He's right, Novak,” Brooklyn said. “You and Roger are two of the top players of the tennis world and he's what?” she asked looking to Roger.
“Ranked 31,” the Swiss said.
“He's on the bottom of the totem pole of tennis,” she said. “Who's going to believe him?” Novak seemed to calm down and he stood up.
“It's not that,” Novak said. “My dad's words just got to me, that's all.” Roger groaned as Andy looked confused. “He said this would happen one day. The two of us would get careless and someone who isn't in our circle would find out.”
“And that's what has you upset?” Andy asked causing Brooklyn to groan.
“He's worried about his father finding out and proving that he was right about the relationship getting out,” she explained.
“But it doesn't matter because Kei doesn't have proof,” Roger said. “I've said it a million times when you got here Novak. He was in too much shock to grab his phone and snap a picture. If I had found one, I would have erased it while I was checking his photo files.”
“You looked through someone else's phone?” Andy asked. Roger nodded as Novak wiped his tears away.
“Sorry I got so emotional on you,” Novak said.
“It's okay,” Roger said. “I'm sure Andy can think of something.”
“Sure,” Andy said. “We'll just make him part of our circle. Ask him to be a part of the support group.”
“And if he doesn't?” Roger asked.
“Well, Brooklyn can be very intimidating when she wants to,” he said causing her to glare at him. “The right kind of threat might shut him up until the whole support group can get together and threaten him.”
“You want him to join, not scream out the secret,” Novak said.
“Relax. Team Rovak will keep it together and not let it get out,” he said.
“Rovak?” Roger asked.
“You named us?” Novak asked.
“It's your names combined like fans do with their favorite characters from TV or the movies that they want to get together.”
“And that's what you came up with?” Roger asked.
“Believe me, it's the better sounding of all the names we came up with,” Andy said. “I'll pay a visit before Roger kicks his ass on the court tomorrow,” he said. “Some means of 'shut up about what you saw' would be good for that kid.” Brooklyn smacked her husband on the arm before leading him out of the room. Novak let out a sigh as Roger locked the door and turned to him.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Yeah,” he said as Roger walked over to him. He sighed out as Roger gathered him in his arms and kissed his face several times to calm him down.
“So, what was it you wanted me to do tonight?” Roger asked teasingly.
“I wanted you to give me a massage then make love to me,” Novak said.
“And then if I win, you would ride me like there was no tomorrow,” he said causing Novak to sigh out. “What?”
“My manager changed my flight plan while I was in the interview,” Novak said. “I won't be in Basel for the final. Marian tried to stop him, but he changed it already. I'm going to be in Paris already when the final's over. Sorry,” he said.
“It's okay,” he said. “You can make up for it when I get to Paris.”
“You'll be jet lagged,” he said.
“Then you can take advantage of me,” Roger said before walking Novak into the bedroom. The Serbian chuckled as the back of his legs came into contact with the bed and Roger lifted him and gently placed him on the bed. “For now, tonight is all about you.” He kissed Novak slowly and passionately, leaving him breathless as he pulled away to lift up his shirt. Roger then pulled off his own and worked on getting Novak's pants off. “You are in dire need of pampering, my love,” he said. “Roll over, I'm giving you that massage.”
End of Chapter Nineteen
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