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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 Two: Epilogue
Six years later … 2017 after the Barclays ATP Finals
Thirty year old Novak Djokovic entered his shared home in Monte Carlo with husband, Roger Federer. He placed his keys on the counter in the hall and proceeded up the stairs to their bedroom. He entered it and found Roger fast asleep. He sighed putting his bag down and pulled off his coat. He stood there watching Roger sleep and thinking about the last recent months. A photo had emerged of the two of them in an intimate embrace and before they could get a handle on it, it went viral. A press statement was made that the two indeed were not only in a relationship, but they were married two years ago in a secret, legal ceremony in South Africa. Of course, there was more revealed down the line. Novak's thoughts were interrupted when a small cry erupted from across the hall. He quickly walked across the hall to the nursery where his and Roger's twins, Rosalyn and Theodore, slept. Except little Rosie was not sleeping. She had pulled herself up and was peering at one of her fathers as he walked into the nursery. “Rosie, my little girl,” Novak said picking her up. “What's wrong?” he asked checking her diaper nothing. “Are you hungry?” He walked down to the kitchen and got a prepared bottle from the fridge and stuck it into the microwave. Rosie continued to cry as Novak bounced her up and down while he set a time to warm the milk. Once he got it going, he walked up and down the kitchen, hoping to calm his daughter's cries a little so she wouldn't wake Roger.
The microwave finished warming the milk and Novak took it out and headed into the living room. He sat down on the rocking chair and proceeded to feed his daughter. Once the bottle was in her mouth, Rosie began to suckle it and her cries ceased to exist. The little girl was done with the bottle in a few minutes and Novak managed to burp her without spit up. He stood up and proceeded to sing a Serbian lullaby to her as he took her back up to the nursery. By the time he made it up to the top of the stairs, Rosie was fast asleep.
Novak gently laid her back down into her crib and covered her with a pink blanket. He stood there watching her sleep before looking over at his son, Theodore. Biologically his, Theo was every bit like him. He had his hazel eyes and dark skin, but the genes from the donor egg lightened his hair and gave him some different features on his face. Rosie on the other hand, you could tell she was Roger's daughter. She had his quirky grin, deep brown eyes and his nose. The genes from the donor egg lightened her hair as well, with some mixed features on her face. Thanks to some new laws passed around the world and in Switzerland, they could have children legally through surrogates. Plus their lawyer was kick ass and drew up guardian papers to prevent anything happening to one or the other twins if her biological parent should die unexpectedly.
Novak was so busy watching Rosie and Theo sleep, he didn't hear Roger enter the room. He gasped slightly as Roger wrapped his arms around his waist. “Sorry,” Roger said before kissing Novak's neck.
“It's okay. I was distracted by our children,” he said. Roger chuckled before kissing the slender neck again and Novak moved his head to the side to give his husband better access. Roger took advantage of it. “I just fed Rosie.”
“That means I have twenty minutes before our son wakes up wanting his bottle to show my husband how much I missed his warm body next to mine.” Novak moaned in delight as Roger went back to molesting his neck before turning him around. Their lips met in a passionate, heated kiss, telling each other how much they missed each other. With Roger retired from tennis now, they only see each other when Novak came home in between tournaments. That was worse than not seeing each other until a tournament. Roger eased a knee in between Novak's legs and lifted it up to rub against an organ. Novak moaned, jerking his hips, pulling from the hot lips against his.
“Roger, not in the nursery. It's sacrilegious,” he said causing Roger to chuckle as he pulled Novak away from the wall and out of the nursery. However, they didn't get very far. Novak was sure Roger was aiming for the bedroom, but they ended up against another wall. They didn't seem to care as they went back to their heated make out session. Roger's knee made it's way back in between Novak's legs and Novak began to ride the knee and leg as it moved up and down. Just as things heated up, a cry interrupted them and Roger pulled away. So much for their twenty minutes.
“I'm going to take care of him and when I get back, I want you naked in our bed, mister,” Roger said before kissing Novak once more before heading into the nursery. He came back out with a crying Theo and headed downstairs. Naked. Novak can do naked.
Fifteen minutes later when Roger was done feeding Theo, he entered their bedroom to see Novak sprawled out on the bed, fast asleep. He was having a flashback to their early relationship years when he would find Novak asleep. Usually with him being naked. Roger lifted the sheet and licked his lips at his naked husband, but decided against manhandling him. He was sure that Novak was tired and jet lagged. Roger crawled into the bed and pulled Novak closer to him. Novak made a whimper noise before curling up next to Roger. He put a leg around him, his knee bumping Roger's cock as his own pressed up against the Swiss' hip. Roger groaned slightly before settling the Serb down with a head kiss. “I love you,” he whispered.
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When Novak woke up, he was alone in bed and with a hard on that needed serious attention. He groaned in despair knowing Roger would be attending to the twins downstairs and he rolled out of bed before going into the bathroom to take care of his problem.
Showered and refreshed, Novak headed downstairs to find the twins in their highchairs eating or throwing their breakfast all around. “Oh, look who's finally awake,” Roger said. “Morning, sleepyhead.”
“Morning,” Novak said heading to the coffee pot. Normally he wouldn't touch the stuff, but it was the off season and he needed to wake up. He felt Roger's warm body come up behind him and strong arms embrace him. “I'm sorry I fell asleep on you last night,” he said.
“You were tired and jet lagged. It was understandable,” Roger said before lightly kissing his neck. “I've fallen asleep on you several times, so we're even.” Novak chuckled as Roger's lips moved up to behind his ear. He moaned softly as he licked his sensitive spot liked so many times before.
“I thought you'd be tired of my neck after nine years together.”
“Ah, it's going to be ten next year before you go to the Australian Open,” Roger said.
“Hmm, ten years,” Novak pondered. Suddenly, Roger turned him around and captured his lips in a heated kiss. Novak put his coffee down so he could wrap his arms around Roger's neck. He returned the kiss with intensity and the two started to battle for dominance. Roger back Novak up against the island counter and pressed up against him. Novak moaned rather loudly and a small giggle erupted. The Serb opened his eyes to see Rosie and Theo looking at them. “Roger, the kids are watching us.”
“They don't know what we're doing,” Roger said before kissing down Novak's neck again. Novak lost all coherent thought as Roger nipped his neck. He moved his hands down to Roger's ass and gave it a squeeze causing the Swiss man to groan. Neither of them heard the knock on their front door. Nor did they hear that person let themselves in before an audible gasp caught their attention.
“Oh, my God. You guys are having sex in front of your kids,” a voice exclaimed and they looked to see Jelena Ristic standing in the kitchen.
“For the record I tried to make him stop,” Novak said yet he was the one underneath Roger.
“Except your hands are on his ass, squeezing it, and he was about to lift you onto the counter,” she said. Novak chuckled as he took his hands off Roger's ass as Jelena walked over to the twins. “What were your daddies doing in front of you? They trying to scar you for life?”
“Why is she here?” he asked.
“Jelena is going to watch Rose and Theo while we catch up with each other,” Roger said and Novak licked his lips.
“All day?” Novak asked.
“All day,” Roger said before leaning in for a kiss.
After getting the kids ready for their day with Jelena and waving good bye, the two hurried upstairs to their bedroom. Roger attached his lips to Novak's as they pulled their clothes off of each other. Shirts, shorts and then underwear fell to the floor. Naked bodies rubbed against each other before falling onto the bed.
“So, how did you do?” Roger asked reaching into their nightstand for the goods.
“I won,” Novak said as Roger found the condoms and lube.
“Good for you.” He twisted off the cap, put some lube on his fingers and eased two into Novak. The Serb groaned in delight as the fingers twisted around inside him.
“Roger,” he gasped out before a third finger entered him. Roger pulled out his fingers and rolled on a condom. He eased slowly into his husband who gasped out a moan as his cock filled him. “Oh, God,” he exclaimed and Roger chuckled. Novak's legs wrapped around his waist and Roger began a slow rhythm in and out of him.
“You miss me, baby?” Roger asked softly into his ear as he thrust his hips into him. Novak moved his hips in unison with Roger's getting the Swiss man to groan lowly.
“Yes, I did,” he said before pulling Roger into a kiss. They kissed passionately and hungrily as their rhythm progressed faster. Roger grasped Novak's hip with his left hand and changed the angle of his thrusts. Novak moaned in delight as Roger's cock hit his sweet spot. “Oh, God, Roger,” Novak gasped, his legs squeezing around Roger's waist and his fingers digging into his back. Roger kissed down Novak's neck, nipping at his sensitive spot. Novak's bucked up into Roger's and a low moan escaped from the Swiss above him. He twisted his fingers into Roger's hair, kissing him within an inch of his life. They both groaned and moaned in unison as Roger used his knees to pump into Novak. His husband held onto him with a deathly grip on his shoulders as he reached in between them and grasped his cock. “Roger,” Novak cried out as the hand around his cock pumped his cock in time with the thrusts in and out. He gave up keeping up with Roger's thrusts while ago.
“You ready to come, baby?” Roger asked squeezing the cock in his hand.
“Yes, I am,” Novak gasped out. Roger tugged on his cock a few more times, very hard and Novak tensed up. He let out a sharp cry as he came in Roger's hand. He squeezed his legs as his muscles squeezed Roger's cock. Roger came in a deep, breathless moan as his orgasm overcame him. He let go of the cock in his hand and pulled out of Novak. He wiped his hand off, tossing the wipe away before pulling Novak up against him. “You missed me I take it?” he asked.
“Yes, I did,” Roger said. “I couldn't get any privacy with the twins here.”
“Poor baby,” Novak said.
“It's all your fault,” Roger said as Novak's knee brushed up against his cock.
“How is it my fault?”
“You took the vibrator with you on tour,” Roger said before rolling onto Novak. “My hands were full with the twins.” Novak chuckled as Roger reached down and pulled the dead condom off and replaced it with a new one. Then he surprised Novak by rolling again to have him on top. He lifted up Novak and the Serb eased onto his cock, causing him to gasp out a moan. “God, I love that sound.” Novak sat back on the cock and rolled his hips. He smirked when his life partner and lover gasped out a similar moan.
“And I love that sound,” he said. Roger chuckled before sitting up causing his cock to sink in deeper and the two let out identical groans together. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” Roger said. “For better or worse,” he added and Novak smiled. He moved his hips and the Serb moaned before pulling him into a passionate kiss.
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Jelena returned the next morning to find both Roger and Novak in a better mood. Both had a hundred watt smiles on their faces as she wheeled the twins in on their double stroller. Novak went right up to the two six month olds and they squealed seeing their daddy. “Were they good for you?” Roger asked as Novak took out Rosie from her seat. He bent down to get Theo.
“They were little angels,” Jelena said.
“We're talking about the same kids, right?” Novak asked. Jelena chuckled as he and Roger placed the twins in their playpen in the sitting room.
“Hey, Nole, can I talk to you?” Jelena asked.
“Sure,” he said and they went outside. “So, what's up?” he asked as they sat down.
“I got a call from your mother yesterday because apparently she couldn't get through to you,” she said causing him to chuckle. “Is Marian really retiring?” she asked.
“Yeah, he is,” Novak said, “but it's not because of me and Roger being outed as a couple. He's getting up in the years, too and he wants to spend more time with his family.”
“What about your season next year?” she asked.
“I was thinking of retiring actually,” he said and she gave him a look. “Don't give me that look. How will I get a coach now that I've been outed as gay? And there's no way in hell that I'll get through the season without a coach.” Jelena sighed out before looking into the house at Roger.
“What about Roger?” she asked.
“What?”
“Roger could be your coach,” Jelena said.
“No, I can't ask him ….”
“Then I will for you. Roger!” she shouted before Novak could change his mind and his husband came jogging out to the patio.
“You yelled?” he teased and Jelena rolled her eyes.
“Marian is retiring and Novak was thinking about retiring too.”
“Over my dead body,” Roger said causing Novak to look at him. “You can continue to play for another eight years if you take care of your body like I did.”
“Exactly, I had the wild idea of you being Novak's coach,” Jelena said.
“I like that wild idea,” Roger said.
“You do?” Novak asked, standing up.
“Sure,” Roger said as Jelena stood up.
“My work here is done,” she said before leaving the two to talk.
“You really want to coach me?” he asked.
“I think it would be fun,” Roger said putting his arms around Novak's waist. “We could bring the twins with us and we wouldn't have to worry about not seeing each other. Mirka could be your manager or Jelena could. The mothers could come along and watch Theo and Rosie.”
“What about the hecklers and press?”
“Let's show them us as a family. If you retire, all those homophobic people will win. They're going expect us to hide out here in Monte Carlo. Could you imagine their faces when we start coming out in public instead?”
“You're right. We shouldn't just run and hide,”he said. “Plus, you know, we could write that book I always wanted to write,” he said causing Roger to chuckle. “And I'll get to call you 'coach' in bed.” Roger chuckled before leaning in a kissing his husband softly. Things began to heat up until a sharp cry escaped one of the twins' mouth. Roger pulled away and pulled Novak into the house. “They always know,” Novak said.
“I know,” Roger said. Things were going to get hectic next year.
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