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Rivals Than Lovers	By : icejadeus Category: Individual Celebrities > Athlete/Sports Misc Views: 1321 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not know Roger or Novak or any other real life person in this story. This is complete fiction and I do not make money or profit from this.

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Chapter Three
Monte Carlo.................
Roger sighed as he began his trek to Novak's apartment complex. He thought he was crazy walking alone at night like this, but it was only a short way. He stayed on lighted paths and made his way to Novak's condo at the end of the building. He still couldn't believe that Novak invited him.
Flashback
Roger was untying his shoe when Novak came around the corner and leaned against the locker. “Something I can help you with, Djokovic?” he asked.
“No one else is in here,” Novak said.
“Really?” he asked. He glanced around to see that he was right and he pulled Novak close to kiss him on the lips. The last time they had seen each other was Miami, but they didn't have time for each other. They only had time for kisses like this. The kiss grew passionate and Novak moaned as Roger backed him up against the lockers. Novak pulled away before he forgot what he was going to say.
“Wait.”
“What?” Roger asked.
“Well, I came here to tell you that I don't think we could get together like before,” Novak said.
“Why not?” Roger asked. He usually gets text Novak's room number by the Serb, but he hadn't done that yet.
“I don't stay at the hotel when I play here,” Novak said. “I have my condo that I stay at.”
“That's right. You live here,” Roger said. “Where is this condo?”
“Not far,” Novak said. “Just a short walk down the road to the right. I'm on the far end, number ten. You can key in the back gate with my birth date,” he said.
“Okay,” Roger said. “When should I visit?”
“Whenever you get the chance, as long as it's not before ten. My mother's usually still there,” he said. “The back door will most likely be locked, so you'll need the key that's taped on the garden gnome, hanging on the pot on the patio.”
“Gotcha,” he said before kissing him again.
End Flashback
The key was right where Novak said it would be. On the stomach of the hanging garden gnome. The heat was unbearable in Monte Carlo today. Roger was drinking fluids like his life depended on it. He saw Novak hydrating during the match too, but obviously his body was not taking in the fluids like they were supposed to. He had to withdraw from their match because of heat exhaustion, plus a very bad sore throat. He had watched as each game took their toll on the Serb and was worried he'd collapse half way through the match. Novak had text him when he got back to his hotel room, wondering if he could visit. He had gotten the all clear after Novak told him his mother had left for the night.
Opening the door, he was greeted with a gust of cool air and figured Novak had turned the AC on full blast as soon as he got home. He closed the door so the cool air would not escape and locked it behind him. Even at one in the morning, it was still hot. He put the key on the counter and headed upstairs to Novak's bedroom. The sight that greeted him nearly had him coming in his pants.
Novak was laid out on his back, covered only with a sheet. The thing that got Roger was that the Serb was naked underneath the sheet. He had the AC on full and a rotating fan on to blow the cool air around the room. Roger moaned in delight as he began taking off his clothes. His mouth had gone dry and he licked his lips as he shed all his clothes down to his boxers. He sat down on the bed and put a hand against Novak's neck. He still felt a bit warm. He lightly ran his fingers along the warm skin, moving down to Novak's chest then down to his stomach, tracing his rib cage. “Is there a reason you are pawing me?” a hoarse voice asked causing Roger to smile as Novak opened his eyes.
“Just making sure you're back to regular temp,” he said.
“Most people would use a thermometer,” Novak said, his sore throat giving him trouble.
“I'm not most people,” Roger said before leaning in to kiss the Serb. Novak moaned softly before Roger pulled away. “How's your throat?” he asked.
“Sore,” he said. “I think it's from all the screaming I did while in the hot weather. What time is it?” he asked.
“A little after one in the morning,” Roger answered.
“Mum wouldn't leave me alone until after I went to sleep,” he said. “I tried to pretend, but I must have dozed off. I had to wait to text you until she left.”
“You went to sleep naked with your Mum here?” he asked.
“No,” he said. “I woke up after she left and after I text you I took off my clothes,” Novak said and Roger chuckled before getting closer to his boyfriend.
“Cutting it close, aren't you?” he asked.
“Please, Mum knew about me before I knew,” Novak said causing Roger to chuckle. “She knows about my guy friend, too.”
“Moms are sneaky like that,” Roger said kissing Novak's neck, relishing in the little moans coming from him. “She wants to meet me, doesn't she?” Roger asked.
“Oh, you have no idea,” the Serb said. “Though, I don't think she'd be excited to know that it's you. After all, you did tell them to shut up.”
“No, I told them to be quiet,” Roger said. “There's a difference,” he said causing Novak to scoff. “Okay, I politely told them to shut up. That family of yours needs to learn some decorum and manners when they come to tourneys,” he said.
“I know,” Novak said. “They don't get to come to my matches that often. Only to Grand Slams and tourneys in Europe. They get riled up and it gets me pumped up.”
“Not enough to get through the match this afternoon.” Roger put the back of his hand on Novak's forehead to feel just how hot he was. “You still feel warm.”
“Mum took it before she left,” he said referring to his temp.
“And?”
“One hundred even,” Novak said. Roger reached over and took the thermometer off the bedside table. Novak opened his mouth and Roger put it in.
“Keep it under your tongue. I'll be right back,” he said before getting up and leaving the bedroom. Novak could only sigh in despair watching Roger's butt as it went from his sight. He glanced down to see his own tent forming and he groaned. He reached underneath the sheet and began to bring himself off. Just as he was getting to the point of no return, Roger came back in. “Hey, that's my job,” he said removing Novak's hand. The Serb whined just as the thermometer decided to beep. Roger took it out and whistled. “Still one hundred even,” he said putting the little tool down and straddled Novak's waist.
“What are you doing?” he asked as he spotted a bucket in Roger's left hand.
“You're still hot,” the Swiss said. “I gotta cool you down.” Reaching in the bucket, he pulled out an ice cube and brought it to his lips. Novak moaned faintly as Roger tongued the ice cube before bringing it down to his hot skin. He groaned, his eyes closing shut as Roger ran the ice down his neck. The ice on his hot skin proved to be heaven.
“Roger,” he moaned as Roger ran it along his collarbone. Novak whimpered softly as it melted.
“Yes?” Roger asked as he got another ice cube and brought it to his mouth. Novak's hazel eyes darkened as he watched Roger suck on the cube before bringing it to his hot skin. He let out a noise that sounded like a moan and whimper together when Roger dragged it along his already taut nipple.
“Oh, God,” the Serb moaned as the cube was dragged to his other nipple. “I want you in me, Rog,” he said as the ice melted on his side.
“You sure?” Roger teased as the ice melted. His fingers were getting cold anyway.
“Yes, please, Rog.” Roger put the bucket on the floor and went to the end of the bed as Novak leaned on his elbows. He watched Roger pull off his boxers and it brought him back to the time when he first saw Roger naked that time at Roland Garros when he towel fell. If Novak's eyes could have gotten any darker, they would have. “I have a confession to make,” he said.
“What's that?” Roger asked standing there proving to Novak he wasn't body shy.
“I have seen you naked before,” Novak said. “Before we slept together that is.” Roger crossed his arms, apparently intrigued by Novak's confession.
“When?” he asked.
“Uh, last year at Roland Garros,” Novak said and Roger tried to think back when it was possible that Novak could have seen him naked. Then he remembered the time in the locker room when his towel fell from his waist. He thought the only person was around was Stan who had been in the shower.
“Where were you?” he asked.
“Dark corner with a front row seat,” Novak said. “You didn't seem to notice it happened at first but then you picked up the towel and turned toward me giving me a full frontal view of yourself. I was in heaven for two seconds.” Roger smirked as he lifted the sheet and caught Novak by surprise. He began to crawl up the sheet until he was face to face with the Serb.
“You little perv,” he teased causing Novak to chuckle. “Spread your legs for me, baby?” he asked but he noticed the hesitation in Novak's eyes. “Hey, you okay?”
“I, uh, want it the other way,” he said but Roger noticed a lilt in his voice. He couldn't figure out if it was from his sore throat, or something else.
“You sure?”
“Yeah, I'm sure,” he said and turned over before Roger could change his mind. He felt a pillow go underneath his hips, then a pair of warm, soft lips kissing the back of his neck at the nape. “Night stand. Lower drawer,” he said. Roger reached into the drawer and his hand hit something causing it to turn on. Novak gasped out in embarrassment and reached into the drawer, but Roger stopped him and pulled out what he had in his hand. He chuckled seeing a deep blue vibrator in his hand.
“Novak, a vibrator?” he asked.
“Yes, a vibrator,” Novak said. He went to reach for it, but Roger's long arms kept it out of his reach. “Give it back, Roger.”
“No, I think I want to use it,” Roger said. Novak swallowed nervously as Roger turned it around in his hand. “Do you use this a lot?” he asked. “Like when I'm not here for you.”
“I went through a lot of batteries the last couple of years,” Novak admitted and Roger chuckled. He noticed an attachment in the drawer and pulled it out. “So it can attach to my cock,” he said blushing. Roger chuckled as Novak turned a little pink. “It's a gay vibrator, what do you expect?” Roger had him roll onto his stomach and put the vibrator on the bed. Roger as he reached into the drawer again and pulled out the lube and condoms. He flipped open the lube and put some onto his fingers. He eased two in at a time and got a low moan from the Serb underneath him.
“Relax, baby,” he said. “It's been a while,” he added pressing a kiss on Novak's temple.
“With you at least,” Novak said and Roger moaned as he imagined Novak fucking himself with the vibrator.
“You and the vibrator?”
“Like I said, I went through a lot of batteries through the two years of my crush,” he said. “The vibrator was loyal.” Roger chuckled as he twisted his fingers around and Novak whimpered out a moan.
“I'm jealous,” he said entering another finger into Novak.
“Roger, don't tease,” Novak moaned. “Just fuck me.”
“Whatever you want, baby,” he said before pulling out his fingers. He tore open the condom and slipped it on before lubing up his cock. He positioned his cock at Novak's entrance before easing into him. The Serb gasped out a moan, but Roger kept on pushing into him. He didn't stop until he was all the way in. Once he was all the way in, he let out a breath that he never realized he was holding.
“Roger,” Novak moaned.
“Shhh...” Roger whispered as he pulled him up flush against his body. “Hands on the headboard,” he commanded and Novak put his hands on the headboard. They were both kneeling on the bed as Roger pulled his hips back then pushed in. “You're still as tight as ever, lover,” he said into the ear beside his mouth before licking up the shell of it. Novak moaned softly as Roger began to thrust in and out.
Moans meshed with groans as they moved together. Roger's groans streamed into Novak's ear. Novak's moans were loud. Probably the loudest Roger has ever heard them. His voice would definitely be gone tomorrow morning. Novak let out a yelp when Roger reached under and grabbed his cock. “Unh, yes, Rog.”
“Oh, we have a little beggar, huh?” Roger groaned out. Roger then picked up the vibrator and attached it to Novak's member. He turned it on and grasped his hand around both. Novak bent his head back against his shoulder and Roger kissed the slender neck. He managed to find the weak spot on the slender neck and Novak whimpered. Novak turned his head and their lips meshed together. The Serb twisted his arm up to run his fingers through Roger's curls. His other arm came around so he could lay a hand on Roger's ass. Roger had to put an arm around them to keep them from falling over. He changed the angle of his thrusts and felt Novak react. Soon, he had turned the Serb into a moaning, whimpering mess as Roger hit his bundle of nerves with each thrust and the vibrator sent pleasure through his cock as Roger tugged on it.
Novak dug his fingers into Roger's ass causing the Swiss to moan. Roger broke off from Novak's mouth and kissed down his neck. He tugged on the organ and device that was in his left hand as he nipped at the sensitive area at Novak's collarbone. “Roger,” Novak breathlessly moaned before a cry of ecstasy escaped him. He came in Roger's hand and his muscles squeezed around the organ inside him, along with his fingers pulling on Roger's hair. Roger hissed before he came with a gasped, strangled moan against Novak's neck.
Gravity soon became a factor and Roger pulled out of Novak. He turned the vibrator off and let it lay between the two of them on the bed. They laid down on the opposite sides, Novak on his stomach and Roger on his back. The cold air blowing around was a blessing. “You okay?” Roger asked as he pulled off the condom.
“Yeah,” Novak said as he tossed the condom away. “You?”
“Aside from a sticky hand, I'm good,” he said as Novak reached into his other night stand and produced wipes.
“You're a terrible nurse,” he said giving the wipes to Roger.
“Why?” Roger asked as he wiped off his hand.
“A romp in the sheets is not how you cool down a patient recovering from heat exhaustion,” he said causing Roger to chuckle. “And I will have no voice tomorrow, that's for sure,” he added. He moved to turn over and Roger noticed him picking up the vibrator.
“You are definitely bringing that with you on tour more,” he said.
“I do bring it with me,” Novak said. “I just never mentioned it.” He straddled Roger's waist and grasped the older man's penis. “We should use it on you, yes?”
“I'm up for it,” Roger said. Novak felt something stirring underneath him and chuckled.
“Clearly, you are,” Novak said.
After another round of love making, Roger and Novak were settled in bed, wrapped into each others arms.
“I'm going to have no voice tomorrow,” Novak said with a scratchy voice. From the sound of it, he was right.
“Hope you have some paper and pencil around to communicate,” Roger said but Novak had dozed off in the little amount of time. He listened for Novak's breathing to even out before closing his eyes and dozing off too.

The next morning, Novak discovered his voice was indeed gone. “It's all your fault,” he said, his voice squeaking through the entire sentence. Roger chuckled as Novak groaned hoarsely.
“How is it my fault?” Roger asked pulling on his pants.
“Because you made me scream out last night,” Novak squeaked barely making through his sentence.
“Can I help it that I'm that good?” he asked causing Novak to glare at him. “Besides, you're a screamer, Nole,” he said causing him to go red. “It doesn't matter how fast or slow I go. You will always scream out when we have sex.” Novak went to open his mouth with a retort, but Roger stopped him. “You will never get it back if you keep talking.” Novak sighed mournfully for his voice. He grabbed a pen and paper and scribbled out a question.
'How do I explain this to my mother?'
“Just tell her it disappeared over night,” he said causing him to sigh out. He moved closer to him and gently cupped his face. “You're cute when you pout.”
“Am not,” he whispered.
“Shh,” Roger hushed before kissing him softly. “I love you. Sore throat and all.”
“Really?” Novak squeaked.
“Uh, huh,” he said. “Now stop talking,” he said before silencing the Serb with a kiss.
End of Chapter Three
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