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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-One: London ATP Finals
London, England
After Novak loses a second time........
Roger entered his hotel room with a groan and closed the door behind him. It was dark and he had to feel his way around the sitting room to the bedroom. He sighed out as he safely reached the bedroom and plopped his bags down. First thing he noticed was the glow from the lamps set to a low dim. The second thing he noticed was the lump in his bed. “Nole?” The lump moved and he heard a sniffle. Roger toed off his shoes and climbed onto the bed. He set himself on top of Novak and put his arms underneath him. “Hey, babe.”
“I'm not a pig, Rog,” Novak said before finally looking at him. Roger seemed to show no worry seeing the tear stained eyes. “I'm sick of this,” he said.
“Of what?”
“These injuries,” Novak said. “I was supposed to be back in top form for these last three tournaments and what happens? My boyfriend goes on the winning streak,” he said and Roger chuckled. Then Novak let out a troubled sigh before crying.
“Hey, hey, hey,” Roger softly said before kissing his forehead. “No tears.”
“I can't help it,” Novak cried. “This schedule they had me on this year was just too much. I pushed myself too hard and got injured again and again. The ATP tour schedule is just too much.”
“I know,” Roger said. “Want a kiss?” he asked and Novak chuckled before Roger leaned down towards him and kissed him softly. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” Novak said. Roger kissed him again before moving his lips and kisses down Novak's neck. He was never able to stay away from it. Novak moaned softly as Roger hitched up his leg against his hip. “Roger, please,” he gasped when Roger's groin connected with his.
“Please what?” Roger asked. He felt Novak's hand clasp around his head and pulled him away from his neck.
“Fuck me,” Novak said.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, love. Fast and hard if you please.” Roger groaned deeply at Novak's request and kissed him heatedly. They bumped and grind against each other before Roger pulled away and roughly flipped his boyfriend over onto his stomach. Novak let out a moan as Roger pulled his pants down and licked up the crevice of his ass. “Oh, God, Roger.” Roger smirked as he pushed up Novak's shirt. The Serb reached down and pulled it off himself. Roger undressed fairly quickly and pulled Novak up to his knees. He put his lips up to Novak's ear and breathed slowly into it. It sent chills up Novak's body.
“I'm going to fuck you deep, hard and fast, baby.” Novak gasped feeling a slick finger enter him wondering when Roger had the time to get the lube. “You ready for that, Nole?” he asked as he twisted the finger around before entering another.
“Oh, yes. God, yes, I am,” he cried before letting out a yelp when the fingers grazed inside him. The fingers disappeared and he heard the crinkle of a wrapper as Roger opened a condom. Next thing he felt was Roger's cock entering him slowly, spreading his muscles as they clenched around him.
“Novak,” he groaned into the Serb's ear. “I love you.” Novak moaned as he kissed his neck. Then Roger went all out carnal on him. Roger moved his hips in a frenzied rhythm, pulsing inside the Serb. Novak grabbed hold of the headboard to keep from falling down as Roger's hips snapped into him. His mouth hung open and delicious sounding moans escaped out of it. “Do you love me, Novak?”
“Oh, God, yes. I do,” Novak moaned. Roger chuckled before pulling an arm around Novak to pull him flush against him. Novak yelped when the cock sliding in and out of him brushed his prostate. “Oh, God. I love you, Roger.” He turned his head and their lips joined together in the heat of passion. Both groaned hungrily, fighting for mouth dominance. Roger reached underneath them and grasped Novak's flaying cock. Novak moaned sharply as Roger's hand stroked his cock. “Roger.” He reached up and twisted his fingers into Roger's curls. The Swiss let out a groan before changing angles and the Serb let out a gasp when he began hitting his nerve bundle with every thrust. Those thrusts got deeper, sharper and harder. “Oh, Roger, yes.”
“You close, baby?” he asked licking the shell of his ear. He stroked faster and Novak let out a low moan.
Before Novak could reply with words, he replied with his actions. His hips jerked sharply before he came in Roger's hand. Roger was soon after him and he felt and heard Roger come. “God, I love it when you come,” he said into the Serb's ear. Both of them were out of breath and they laid down on the bed in a beautiful heap. “I love you,” Roger breathed out.
“I love you, too.” Roger pulled out of Novak and they laid next to each other. “That was fantastic.” Roger chuckled as he tossed the condom away. Novak let out a deep breath before curling up next to Roger. The Swiss was busy wiping his hand off and he pulled the covers over them. Roger tossed the wipe away and put an arm around his boyfriend.
“Feel better?” Roger asked.
“Yeah, much better,” Novak said. Roger kissed the top of his head before they went to sleep.
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ATP Tour Finals
Roger groaned hearing the alarm go off and he reached over, slapping it off. His bed companion groaned softly before rolling over. Novak was still asleep and he managed to get out of bed before the Serb's arm trapped him. He got up and headed over to his bag to dig through for some clothes. He had to get to practice before he faced Tsonga in the finals. He went into the bedroom to shower before dressing.
Novak woke up feeling Roger's side cold. He opened his eyes just as Roger walked in with a towel hanging around his waist. It brought him back to the French Open 2007, when Roger lost his towel in front of him and he spied on him. Novak licked his lips as he watched Roger remove the towel. His fingers itched to touch the Swiss' ass as Roger pulled underwear on. Roger then pulled on his shorts, then work out pants before pulling on his shirt. Novak moaned softly wanting to touch him. Roger grabbed a head band and headed into the bathroom to put his hair up. He came back out with his hair done up and Novak shifted in the bed. Roger chuckled, catching the movement out of the corner of his eye as he pulled on a jacket and turned around to see his boyfriend was awake. “Enjoy the show?” he asked sitting down on the bed.
“Immensely,” Novak said causing Roger to chuckle. He pulled some shoes on, tying them with expertise and then Roger leaned down to kiss Novak softly before looking down at the Serb's hip.
“Oh, I think I grabbed you a little too hard last night,” he said pulling the sheet down. The beginnings of a hand print bruise was starting to form on Novak's hip. Roger kissed it softly, apologizing through his lips and kiss.
“I'm fine,” Novak said. “I love it when you're rough with me.”
“I love it that you love it,” Roger said. “You coming to the arena to watch?”
“I think Rafa and I will watch from the hotel.” Roger nodded his head and stood up from the bed. He bent over to get his bags and Novak found himself licking his lips again. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” he said before he left the room.

Novak groaned as Tsonga took the lead in the second set. All he needed to do was to win the next game and he tied it all up. “He's doing it again,” he said standing up. Rafa watched him pace back and forth.
“What?” Rafa asked.
“He gets ahead of himself and doesn't play to his full potential after winning a set. If he doesn't pick up, he's going to lose this,” Novak said.
“Maybe he needs something to boost his confidence,” the Spaniard said.
“Like what?”
“Like his much younger boyfriend of nearly four years coming into the arena to watch him.”
“I can't risk that,” Novak said. “People will wonder why I am there by myself.”
“Then I'll go with you and we can root for him together. Two friends rooting for their respected friend.” Novak stopped pacing as Rafa stood up and got their passes for the arena. “Besides, I want to see Tsonga get his ass get again by Roger.” Novak chuckled and they grabbed their coats before heading out.
By the time they got there, the second set was over with Tsonga winning it in a tie break. The Frenchman had left on a bathroom break, something that most people thought weird. Roger was sitting on his bench when he heard Mirka shouting for him. He turned around and saw her discreetly pointing to a few rows behind her with her head. He glanced up to see Rafa and Novak signing autographs for people before everyone was to sit down. He covered his face with a towel and let out a chuckle, masking his happiness that his boyfriend made it to watch him play.
The commentators had more fun watching Novak and Rafa during the game, then the game itself. The number one and two in the world would react verbally and physically every time Roger would get the game going his way. In the end, Roger won and the two were on the feet like everyone else, cheering as Roger lifted the Barclays trophy. Two friends cheering for their respected friend.

Roger was late getting back to the hotel room which was okay because Novak had time to set things up. Roger entered the room and found nothing out of the ordinary as he put his bags down, the trophy tucked up underneath his arm. “Nole?” he called out.
“In here,” Novak called back from the bedroom. Roger walked into the bedroom and nearly came at the sight. Novak laid out on the bed in his underwear, except it was that lacy red piece he got from the Support Girls for his birthday. Roger nearly dropped his trophy at Novak's 'come hither' look he was giving him. Roger put his trophy onto the table before dropping his bag onto the floor. He toed off his shoes before climbing onto the bed. Novak giggled as Roger kissed his way up his naked skin. His giggles soon turned to moans as Roger reached his neck and weak spot. “Roger,” he moaned moving his head to the side so Roger had better access. Goosebumps formed on his skin as Roger's hands ran up and down his thighs. He reached up and pulled down the zipper on Roger's jacket. The Swiss pulled away momentarily to remove it before pulling his shirt off. He kissed Novak passionately, the Serb pulling off his headband to run his fingers through his hair. The headband landed on the floor as Roger put some of his weight onto his lover. He moaned into Novak's mouth as the Serb's fingers twisted in his hair.
“God, I love you so much,” he moaned trailing kisses down the slender neck. Novak's eyes rolled up into his sockets when Roger's magical tongue danced along his weak spot.
“Roger, I want you in me right now,” he muttered. Roger's pants, shorts and underwear were shed in record time, along with Novak's thong, and soon, Roger's slick fingers were slipping in and out of his ass. “Oh, Roger, please.”
“Please, what?” he teased as he twisted his fingers up and Novak yelped out when he touched his nerve bundle.
“Please, fuck me,” the Serb pleaded. Roger removed his fingers and tore open a condom. He lifted one of Novak's legs over his shoulder and spread open the cheeks. Novak opened his mouth in a silent gasped cry as Roger's cock eased into him. He hissed softly as Roger thrust up to the hilt and his legs clasped around the Swiss. Roger groaned as he pulsed inside Novak before pulling his hips back and pushed back in. “Faster,”
“Patience,” Roger groaned before setting a steady rhythm in and out of Novak. Moans and groans melded together as the two of them moved together in the rhythm that Roger set. Roger grasped his boyfriend's hand and intertwined their fingers together. Novak moaned into Roger's mouth as they had yet to come apart for air. Finally, Roger moved his lips from Novak's and kissed down his neck. The Serbian was muttering in his native language and Roger replied in his before changing his thrust angle. Novak let out a deep, low moan before squeezing his legs tighter around Roger's waist.
“Touch me, please.” Roger reached over underneath the pillow and found the vibrator. It had been a while since they used it. Time to shake off the dust. He attached the vibrator onto Novak's cock and turned it on. “Oh, God, yes,” Novak moaned. The vibrator freed up Roger's hands so he could grasp Novak's head and held it in place. They continued to move together, both fighting for dominance, but in the end it was Roger who won and soon, he was thrusting harder and faster. Novak's all too familiar moans echoed through the room along with Roger's grunts. With luck, the walls were sound proof or everyone was asleep. “Roger.”
Novak's back arched as the orgasm sneaked up on him and he gasped out as his cock spritzed out his essence. Roger was right behind him, groaning with intensity as he held his body against Novak's before they began their descent from their high.
Novak unwrapped his legs and Roger pulled out of him. He reached down and turned the vibrator off, sitting it on the nightstand. They both slowed their breathing down before Roger sat up with a sigh. “Something wrong?” Novak asked as he pulled off the condom.
“No,” Roger said tossing it into the wastebasket. “Everything is wonderful.” He turned to Novak who had a smile on his face.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“I'm fine,” he said before getting out of bed. “Wait one second,” he added pulling on his boxers. He tossed what looked like a pair of Novak's to him. “Put those on. It'll be weird if we're naked while I do this.” Novak got a confused look on his face as he did what he asked him to do and wondered what Roger was talking about as he dug through his tennis bag. He watched him get something out of the bag, but hide it behind his back. “Uh, I'm not exactly sure how a guy does this with another guy, but I'm going to do the one thing I know you'll want me to do.”
“Roger, what are you...?” Novak started to ask as he sat on the bed and then Roger suddenly went down on one knee. “Oh, my God,” he exclaimed.
“Novak Djokovic, I love you with all my heart and it would make me the happiest man on Earth, if you would marry me,” Roger said taking out the box he had gotten from his bag out from behind his back and opened it. Novak gasped seeing a simple silver band, with a small diamond chip. “So, will you marry me?” Roger asked and he chuckled.
“Yes, yes, yes, I will,” Novak cried as he lunged forward and captured Roger's lips in a kiss. Roger picked him up and got him onto the bed. He pulled away long enough to put the ring on Novak's finger before kissing him again. “I love you,” Novak said.
“I love you, too.”
“Can't believe you did that.”
“You gave me so many hints throughout the year.”
“When did you get it?”
“I got it in France, before the French Open,” he said and Novak's eyes shot up in disbelief. “I wanted to propose to you sometime during those two weeks, but then your father found out about us. Then you didn't talk much about it and by then I actually forgot about it.” Novak chuckled.
“So, how are we going to do this?” he asked. “Get married?”
“Hey, we just got engaged. Let's worry about the wedding later,” Roger said.
“The girls are going to go nuts.”
“Which ones?”
“All of them,” he answered and they both laughed.
End of Chapter Twenty One
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