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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 Four
Master Series; Hamburg, Germany
It was two in the morning when Novak Djokovic woke up with a start. He sat up in bed with a fearful gasp and looked around. He was in his hotel room in Germany for a tournament. He looked to his right to see that Roger was with him. He was fast asleep with his right arm over him. Novak managed to get out of Roger's embrace and headed into the bathroom. He closed the door and turned on the water to splash some on his face. He looked at himself in the mirror before sitting himself on the floor. He started to lose it and began sobbing. He curled himself up in a ball on the floor and hoped the water would drown out his tears. Roger was a light sleeper and he was surprised that he didn't wake up when he did. A knock on the door startled him. “Novak, are you okay in there?” Roger asked through the door. Novak got up from the floor and splashed more water on his face before turning it off. “Novak?” Roger asked again.
“I'm fine, Rog,” he said as Roger finally opened the door. By the look on Roger's face, he knew he still had red eyes.
“You are not fine,” Roger said walking closer to Novak. He noticed the Serb backing up and stopped his advancements. “What's wrong?” he asked.
“Just a nightmare,” he said.
“Must have been some nightmare to have you crying,” Roger said. “Want to talk about it?”
“Not really,” he said hugging himself.
“Okay, well, come on back to bed,” he said, but Novak didn't move. “What?”
“I think I'd like to be alone so, maybe you can go back to your room,” he suggested which caused Roger to smirk. “What?”
“You'll have to leave,” the Swiss said causing a confused look to grace Novak's face. “This is my room.” Novak got even more confused and pulled the shower curtain back. Sure enough, Gillette products were along the wall. “You called me around eight wondering if you could come over,” Roger said. “You said something about not wanting to be alone.”
“Oh,” he said before nodding. “Never mind.”
“Okay,” Roger said letting him walk past him into the bedroom. He watched Novak find his shirt and put it on. He crawled into bed and hugged his pillow. Roger followed suit and pulled his own shirt on. He got into the bed behind Novak and spooned against, wrapping his arm around his boyfriend. He kissed his neck before securing his arm around him. “I love you,” Roger whispered into his ear. It wasn't the first time he had said it, but this time it really hit Novak.
Roger's term of endearment caused Novak to go into an emotional spiral. He started crying again and Roger was at a loss at what to do. Novak turned around in his arms and wrapped his arms around Roger's neck. He buried his face into Roger's shoulder and began to sob again. All Roger could do is hold him tight, kiss his temple and wonder what caused his young love so much despair. “What's wrong, baby?” he asked rubbing his back soothingly.
“I don't deserve you,” Novak sobbed. “I really don't.”
“What?” Roger asked.
“I'm a mess,” Novak said. “Can you just hold me for a while, please?” he asked.
“Sure,” Roger said. He tightened his hold on Novak who let out a new stream of tears. Again, all he could do was hold him.
A while turned out to be a half hour after Novak cried himself to sleep. Roger rearranged them so that the Serb's head rested on his shoulder. Novak seemed to curl up next to him before whimpering. Roger tightened his hold on him and kissed his head. “It's okay,” he said and the Serb settled down. It didn't take long for him to fall asleep.
Roger woke up to a cold bed indicating that Novak had woken up at least couple hours ago. Probably didn't want an awkward morning confrontation about his crying spells. He however did find a note on the bed side table.
'Thanks for holding me last night. Love N-'
It was short and simple.
Arriving in the players' lounge, Roger spotted Novak staring off into space in a far corner. He was just about to head over when he spotted a blonde woman he had seen many times in the stands. It was his mother, Dijana. She brought over something from the breakfast bar for him to eat and it didn't look like he wanted to. His hazel eyes looked up and spotted him. The eye contact was brief but enough for Roger to know that Novak was still upset about the nightmare. His mother seemed to be trying to cheer him up, which meant he probably told her about the nightmare. He helped himself to the breakfast bar before finding a seat so he could watch Novak without anyone being suspicious.
He was looking over his schedule on his phone, when Novak stood up from his table. He was walking to the breakfast bar, which was behind Roger. As he passed Roger, he carefully dropped a napkin on the floor. Roger waited until Novak was back at his table with more orange juice to pick it up. He opened it to see a note in blue ink.
'I have something to tell you. My room @ 8. N-'
Roger pondered the note before putting it in his pocket.

“What do you think it is?” Mirka asked him. They were in his hotel room going over appearances and eating lunch.
“It must have something to do with his nightmare last night,” Roger said stealing an egg roll from her.
“Nightmare?” she asked. “What was it about?”
“Whatever it was, it had him crying in the bathroom,” he said. “I held him for a good half hour as he cried himself to sleep.”
“Must have been some nightmare,” Mirka quipped.
“Actually, the crying for a half hour was my fault,” he said digging into his noddles. Mirka smacked him in the arm causing his noodles to flop around. “Ow!”
“What the hell did you do to him that he cried for a half hour?” she asked.
“I...uh...” he started to say and she looked at him to get it out of his mouth. “I told him that I loved him.” The sentence caused Mirka to nearly choke on her drink. “What?”
“You've been seeing him for only a couple of months,” she said, “and then you tell him you love him.”
“I can't help it,” he said. “He's changed me and I know I've changed him.”
“He has been less cocky on the court since you ambushed him in the locker room,” she said. “I thought it was supposed to be a one time thing.”
“I thought it was too,” he said. “Until he got a little fearful that night. I thought it was from being a virgin and he was nervous, but it must have been about that nightmare last night. What?” he asked seeing her smile.
“You popped his cherry,” she said causing him to go red. “Is he getting clingy?”
“Not really. He seemed hesitant when I wanted him on his back, so I took him the other way,” he said, “and then he invited me to the shower. Then to his condo in Monaco where I said I loved him before.”
“So, this wasn't the first time you told him?” she asked.
“No, it wasn't.”
“Has he said 'I love you' to you?”
“No, he hasn't,” he said, “but he doesn't have to.”
“Why not?”
“It's in his eyes,” he said.
“Aww,” she cooed causing him to go red again. “Maybe he's going to tell you tonight.” He shrugged before she pulled out her binder. “Can we get back to some of these appearances I put together for you?”
“Yeah,” he said.

At eight 'o clock sharp, Roger knocked softly on Novak's door. He opened it a few minutes after the knock and let Roger in so no one would see them together. He closed the door and turned to see Roger right in his personal space. “Okay, uh ….” he started to say but Roger put a finger on his lips.
“Before you say anything, I need to do something,” the Swiss said.
“What?” Novak asked before Roger leaned in and kissed him softly on the cheek. Novak closed his eyes as Roger's lips touched his skin.
“You're welcome,” he said into his ear and Novak knew he was referring to him thanking him for holding him via note. “Now, what do you want to talk about?” Novak let out a sigh before gesturing to the chair. Roger sat down and waited.
“Okay, when I was 12, I moved to Germany to be trained for the pros,” he said.
“Yeah, you lived with your trainer because your parents couldn't make the move to Germany.”
“Yeah, when I was 14, I hit my growth spurt,” he said. “If you want to call three inches a growth spurt.” Roger chuckled. “One night, he started making trips into my room,” he said and Roger's smile disappeared.
“Novak, are you ….?”
“He sexually abused me,” he said.
“For how long?”
“Six months,” he said. “He threatened to rape and kill me if I said anything to my parents when they called. He would sit in on our calls and and read my letters before I sent them.”
“How did it stop?” Roger asked.
“My dad came. He flew in when my trainer wouldn't let me fly back for my grandparents' anniversary,” he said. “He walked in on Jenovic....uh, making me go down on him,” he said before sitting on the bed. He sniffled before pulling his legs up. “Dad broke his jaw before getting the police.”
“Good for him,” Roger said. “Why hasn't no one's heard of this?”
“The German court got the records sealed up because I was a minor at the time,” Novak said.
“He's in jail then?”
“He was,” Novak said.
“He's out?” Novak nodded. “How?”
“Guy collapsed in the jail yard during his recess time and was rushed to the infirmary,” Novak explained. “He was diagnosed with a brain tumor. His lawyer got him out of jail in a hardship release so he could get his tumor removed.”
“He wasn't put back in?”
“No, our lawyer caught wind of it and told us. He's on probation for three years and there's a restraining order on him to stay away from me for at least five hundred yards whenever I am in Germany for the tour.”
“Why didn't you say anything back in Indian Wells?” Roger asked getting up from the chair. “I mean, no wonder you had a look of fear in your face that night.”
“I wanted that night to happen, Roger,” Novak said. “If I didn't, I would've told you to stop.”
“But I touched you like he did.”
“No, you didn't,” he said. “Jenovic's favorite position for me was on my back with my legs...,” he trailed.
“Which is why you're a little apprehensive when I get you on your back,” Roger said. “God, if I had known,” he said getting down on his knees in front of Novak on the bed. “I'm sorry.”
“You're not the one who abused me,” Novak said.
“So, the nightmare last night?” Roger asked causing Novak to sigh.
“Since the abuse and the trial I've been going to a therapist who moved her office to Monaco when I did,” he said. “She's been helping me with the flashbacks, but every time I come to Germany for a tournament, I have the same dream. Jenovic disobeys the restraining order and comes to my hotel room to finish what he started with me.”
“That's why you wanted to come to my room,” Roger said. Novak nodded. “You think the abuse makes you unworthy for me?” he asked and Novak nodded again before crying. “Hey.” Roger got up off the floor and got on the bed. He wrapped Novak into his arms and pulled him close. “I meant what I said when I told you I loved you.”
“I know, but it just caught me off guard.”
“Do you want me to stay?” he asked.
“Yeah, that would be nice,” Novak said. Roger spent the night with Novak in his arms. Novak slept like a baby. Roger, not so much. He seemed too worried to sleep and spent the night watching Novak sleep.
End of Chapter Four
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