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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 Twenty: Swiss Indoors III
Basel, Switzerland
Kei Nishikori was watching video of Roger playing as requested by his coach who sat beside him. “This isn't going to help,” he said.
“You said the same thing about Djokovic and looked what happened.”
“Yeah, but that was just because his shoulder gave out on him.” His coach grunted before he looked back to the screen, watching Roger play Roddick. It made him think if maybe other players know about Federer and Djokovic. He glanced over at his coach and was debating on whether or not to tell him what he saw in the locker room. He knew that with no proof, no one would believe him, but maybe coach would. “Um, I have a hypothetical question.”
“Okay,” he said pausing the game they were watching.
“Say you saw two other tennis players in a passionate embrace,” he started. “Ones who were higher in the ranks than you.”
“Two male players?” his coach asked and he nodded. “Depends on who they were and whether or not you respect them enough to keep their secret.”
“But would anyone believe you if you did tell anyone?”
“Do you have a witness or proof? Hypothetically?”
“No,” he said.
“Then you won't be believed,” his coach said picking up the remote. “No proof, no one believes it. They would think you're just saying it to get them out of the way so you can move up the rankings.”
“That's what I thought,” Kei said before looking back at the game as his coach hit play again.
“Why do you ask?” he asked.
“No reason,” he said. “Just hypothetical, remember?” he asked.
“Right.”
After his coach left for the night, there was a knock on the door. He walked over and answered the door to find a blonde woman standing there. “Oh, you're the kid who defeated Djokovic, right?” she asked.
“Yes, I am,” he said and she smiled.
“My husband would like a word with you,” she said as Andy Roddick came into view.
“Hi, it's Kei, right?” he asked and the Asian player nodded without saying anything. “We need to have a little chat.” Kei swallowed nervously as he stepped aside to let them in.
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Novak moaned softly as Roger kissed down his chest. After the back massage, Roger blindfolded him and was now kissing all over his body, never going below his waist line. It was driving him nuts. He whined as he dragged his tongue over his belly button. Roger smirked when Novak's hips moved and he held them down. “A little antsy are we?” he asked as he ran his fingers along Novak's waist.
“Impatient,” he said as Roger slowly removed his boxers to free his hardening cock. “Oh, Roger,” he gasped as the Swiss man blew on it. Novak groaned as Roger put a pillow underneath his hips. He heard a cap pop open and then Roger's fingers grazed his entrance. He gasped out as the fingers teased the ring of muscles. “Roger, stop teasing,” he said and two fingers entered him causing him to gasp out. “Oh, God,” he moaned before muttering in Serbian. Roger chuckled as he twisted his fingers around and he got a sharp moan from his boyfriend.
“You want me to make love to you, Nole?” he asked and the Serbian frantically nodded his head. Roger pulled out his fingers and opened a condom. He groaned as he slipped it on and hitched up Novak's right leg. He pushed into Novak who gasped out as the cock stretched him. Being blindfolded didn't really help Novak. He heard everything Roger moaned and groaned as he eased into him. He felt the cock rest in him as Roger stilled before feeling it move inside him. God, he loved the feeling of it. Roger's hand rested on his hip as he thrust in and out of him. His own cock was being pressed between their bodies. The motion of their bodies moving back and forth as Roger thrust in and out of him was enough to pleasure him leaving Roger's hands free to wrap his legs around his waist. Once Novak's legs were in place, keeping him in position, Roger pulled the pillow out from underneath his hips. Novak let out a sharp cry when Roger's cock lurched inside him. “You okay?”
“I want to see you,” he softly said. Roger chuckled before removing the sash and Novak blinked at the blurry image of Roger before he became clearer.
“Better?” Roger asked and Novak nodded before pulling Roger into a kiss. Novak moaned into his mouth when his hips started up again and he moved his hips up to match Roger's rhythm. Roger stopped kissing Novak's mouth and kissed down his neck as he slowed his rhythm. The pace was agonizing for Novak, who wanted Roger to go faster.
“Faster, Rog,” he moaned curling his fingers into Roger's hair at the nape of his neck. Roger grunted as he thrust faster into his demanding lover. So much for slow and passionate. Guess they'll have to do fast and passionate. Novak squeezed his legs tightly around Roger's waist and groaned out loudly. Roger groaned right with him and their limbs tangled together. “Yes, Roger,” he moaned. He was close and he could tell Roger was close too. He was drawing out his thrusts so he wouldn't come before his younger lover. Novak groaned as Roger did an even slower thrust and he couldn't take it anymore. Roger was kissing his pulse point and Novak put his lips to Roger's ear. “Don't wait for me, Rog,” he grunted out. “Just come already.” Roger groaned before thrusting faster into Novak.
The Swiss let out a strangled moan as he did indeed come first. His right hand cupped Novak's ass and he hit his spot again as their bodies stroked his cock. The Serb let out a similar groan to Roger's and he came between their stomachs. Both collapsed in a heap on the bed, out of breath and spent. Novak loosened his legs around Roger's waist, but kept them around it. He felt Roger's lips graze his neck before kissing his temple, then his forehead before placing a soft kiss on his lips. Each kiss earned a soft moan from the Serbian. He felt Roger's hands cup his face and he opened his eyes to look into Roger's. “Have I told you that I missed you?” he asked and Novak laughed.
“Not just me. My mouth, my eyes, my nose, my neck,” he rattled off. “Not to mention my ass.” Roger chuckled before kissing him softly.
“I don't want to get out of you,” Roger said as he kissed down Novak's neck.
“Then don't,” Novak said before flipping them over to be on top. “How about a preview of your reward for winning?” he asked.
“Sure,” Roger said before Novak lunged forward and kissed him.
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BNP Barnibas Paris Masters
Paris, France
When Roger and Mirka arrived at the hotel in Paris, it was two in the morning. The lobby was practically a ghost town when they walked in. Roger, fighting sleep and a hangover, let Mirka check them in. “You all right over there?” she asked as he rested his head on the counter.
“Should have taken that aspirin before the flight,” he said. “A symphony orchestra is playing the 1812 Overture in my head.” The concierge snickered slightly as Mirka signed the papers to get them checked in.
“You shouldn't have drank those last two glasses of champagne during the celebration,” Mirka said. “You're such a lightweight, Roger.”
“Stop teasing and get me to bed.” Mirka finished with the papers and collected the keys to the rooms.
“Come with me, my dear,” she said taking his arm and together they followed the bellhop to the elevator.
Roger let out a sigh as they walked into his hotel room. Mirka tipped the bellhop as Roger entered the bedroom. “Ah, a bed,” he said as she came into the room.
“Not until you take a shower,” she said. Roger went to protest but Mirka held up a hand to stop him. “You'll feel better after one,” she said.
“Fine. What would I do without you, Mirk?” he asked taking off his shoulder bag and coat.
“You'd die,” she joked causing him to chuckle before he groaned holding his head. “Take your shower. I'll get you something to wear to bed.”
“Don't bother,” he said. “I'll sleep naked.” Mirka smiled as Roger headed into the bathroom. She pulled out her phone and dialed a number. It rang a few times before someone picked up.
“Hello?” a groggy voice asked.
“Oh, crap, I woke you,” she said.
“It's only two in the morning. Did you guys just get in?”
“Yeah. He's taking a shower while fighting sleep and a hangover,” she said. “Perfect time to take advantage of him like he said you could.”
“I don't think he'll be up for it.”
“Let me worry about that, Nole,” she said. “Let me get him settled into bed and I'll give you a call to come over.”
“Okay,” Novak said. Mirka hung up and got to work.
Roger came out of the bathroom in a towel feeling somewhat better. Mirka had the sheets pulled down and she came up to him with a pill and water. “Aspirin for your headache,” she said. He took it without question and chased it down with the water, missing Mirka's smirk. He put the sheets back and laid down on the bed. “Good night, sweet prince,” she said pecking him on the forehead.
“You're the best, Mirk,” he said before she turned off the bedside light. She pulled out her phone again and text Novak to make his way to the room.
Novak knocked on the door and Mirka opened it with a smile. “He's all ready for you,” she said grabbing her bag.
“How do you know?” he asked.
“I gave him something so that he would be up to the task.”
“You gave him Viagra?” he asked and she smiled.
“He thought it was aspirin,” she said before tossing him a box of condoms. “He'll be good for a couple of hours, but try not to use all of those in one night and remember, he does need to sleep.”
“He'll probably sleep through the whole thing.” Mirka chuckled as she grabbed her suitcase and headed out. Novak put his tennis bag down and walked into the bed room. Roger laid out on the bed and appeared to be sleeping. From the looks of the towel, the Viagra was starting to kick in and Novak couldn't help but lick his lips in anticipation. He dug into his tennis bag and found the emergency lube he always kept in there before heading to the foot of the bed. “This is so wrong,” Novak muttered putting the condoms and the lube on the bed. He began to take off his own clothes, shaking his head at the scenario the whole time. However, since Mirka had already given him the Viagra, he would need to take care of Roger's problem so that the Swiss wouldn't be tossing and turning in his sleep. “Roger?” he called. The least he could do is try to wake him up. “Roger,” he said a little louder. Roger turned in his sleep and Novak saw the tent change. Roger needed relief. He just didn't realize it.
Novak slowly made his way onto the bed and straddled Roger's waist. Roger moaned in his sleep, but didn't wake up. He carefully sat down and untied the towel. He licked his lips in anticipation, but he still felt like a pervert doing it like this. He took a risk and ran a finger up Roger's stiffness. Roger moaned in his sleep again, still not waking up. Obviously when he's hungover and sleepy, he's not a light sleeper. Novak tried one more time to wake up Roger. He shook him on the shoulders and Roger whined before Novak finally grabbed the stiff cock. “Oh, God,” Roger moaned before his eyes snapped open. “Novak?” he asked blinking up at him. “What are you …?” he started to ask but moaned as Novak turned his hands in a circle.
“I'm taking advantage of you. Like you said I could back in Basel.”
“Oh, you...oh, God, Novak,” he moaned. Novak let go to take off his boxers and grabbed the condoms and emergency lube. He couldn't wait anymore.
“Can you stay awake for me, Rog?” he asked. “I owe you a ride and I want you awake for it.” Roger chuckled as Novak tore open a condom with his teeth. He groaned as Novak slipped the condom on him before lathering some lube onto him.
“Can you please tell me how I’m hard so fast?” Roger asked as Novak straddled his waist again and began to ease down on him.
“Um, about that,” he breathed out. “It's Mirka's fault. I was .. oh, God,” he moaned, “ ...worried that you wouldn't be up for the ride and....uh... she said she'd take care of it,” he said as he finally sat down on Roger completely. Roger's hands grasped his hips tightly and Novak couldn't help up but be nervous at Roger's gaze on him.
“That wasn't aspirin she gave me, was it?” he asked.
“No,” Novak said. “It wasn't.”
“What did she give me, Nole?” he asked and Novak bit his lips uncertain if he should tell him. “Novak,” he said sternly.
“Viagra,” he answered and Roger laughed out, letting go of Novak's hips.
“Oh, beautiful, Mirka,” he said. “This is payback for drinking those last two champagnes.”
“Just relax, Roger and I'll get you settled down.”
“If I fall asleep, just keep going,” Roger said and Novak chuckled before moving his hips and Roger groaned deeply. “However, if you keep that up, I'll probably stay awake,” he said and Novak leaned down and kissed him softly. It was going to be a long night.
End of Chapter Twenty
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