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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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Melbourne, Australia
It really was uncanny that Novak beat him in straight sets like he did in 2008. It's not like Roger gave up. He made him work for the first two sets, but he lost his steam in the third and Novak was able to pull the win out. He beat the defending champion in straight sets again. Now he was nervously pacing his hotel room, waiting for Novak to get done with his post match interviews. He laid down on the bed and closed his eyes. He didn't realize he fell asleep until felt something pressed on his groin. His chocolate brown eyes shot open to meet hazel ones and Novak smiling down at him. “Oh, crap. I fell asleep, didn't I?” he asked sitting up.
“I don't blame you,” Novak said. “It's almost two in the morning,” he said and Roger looked at the clock.
“Good thing you don't play for another day,” he said. “I have a bet to live up to.” Novak smiled before kissing Roger's lips softly. “I just hope I can stay awake,” he added.
“You will,” Novak said. He took off his shirt and pulled off Roger's before pushing him onto the bed. He kissed him before trailing his lips down his neck. Roger moaned as Novak moved down his chest, pulling on his chest hair, then down his stomach. Novak started to pull down his pants and Roger lifted his hips up to let him pull them off. “Turn over and get on your knees,” Novak said. It was no surprise to Roger that Novak wanted him on his stomach. Novak topping him wasn't a regular thing and Roger wasn't as stretched as he was. Roger turned over and got up on his knees. “Hands on the headboard,” Novak said sliding off the bed. Roger placed his hands on the headboard as Novak dropped his pants and boxers to the floor. He felt the bed dip down as Novak got back on. It was a while until Novak ran his hands along his sides, causing him to gasp out. He wasn't ticklish, just very sensitive.
Novak ran his hands down Roger's sides and then pulled the boxers down off his hips. They laid in a heap at Roger's knees and then Roger heard Novak moan in appreciation. “I ever tell you you got a nice ass?” Novak asked causing him to chuckle.
“No,” Roger said. He felt Novak's lips touch his tailbone before trailing up his spine. He moaned softly as Novak's cock brushed up against his ass. “Novak,” he moaned.
“What?” Novak asked as he teased Roger by moving his hips and his cock teasingly brushed up against his ass.
“Stop teasing and fuck me already,” the Swiss said before he heard a cap pop open. Two slicks fingers entered him and he groaned deeply. The two fingers scissored apart and then bended, hitting his sweet spot. “Oh, God, Nole,” Roger gasped before Novak entered another finger. He rotated and twisted his fingers and Roger was having problems staying up on his knees. Novak's arm wrapped around his waist and he felt the fingers brush up against his nerve bundle and his high pitch moan escaped from his mouth. Though Novak had told him in the past that he loved that sound, he was a bit embarrassed that he makes it. The fingers pulled out and he felt Novak's lips press up against his neck.
“You want me to fuck you?” Novak asked before licking up his ear.
“God, yes, please,” Roger begged which was totally uncharacteristic of him. Except for when they were in their current position.
Novak opened a condom and rolled it onto his throbbing his cock. He put a lather of lube on, not wanting to hurt Roger like he did last time he took him. Roger groaned when Novak pushed into him. “Wow, you are really tight, Roger,” Novak said. Roger moaned out as Novak slid into him and stilled to allow him to adjust. Novak kissed his neck softly, underneath his ear, and pulled back his hips. Roger groaned as his young lover thrust his hips into his, pushing his cock back into him. His head hung low as Novak began a slow, steady pace and he moved his hips to match his thrusts. He went to move his hand, but Novak slapped it back into place. “Hands on the headboard,” he said.
“I'm sorry,” Roger said as Novak clasped his hand around his cock. “Oh, God,” he moaned as Novak began to pump and pull his cock. Before he could react, Novak slipped something onto his cock and he groaned as he turned on their vibrator. “Shit, Novak,” he gasped as Novak quickened his thrusts and he could no longer keep up with him. Novak held himself up on the headboard, keeping his one hand underneath them working Roger's cock with his hand as the vibrator did it's job. Novak groaned deeply as he changed the angle of his thrusts and Roger cried out.
“Tell me you're close,” he groaned snapping his hips against Roger's ass.
“Yes, God, yes,” Roger moaned before letting out a cry that almost sounded like a girly moan. Novak groaned out as Roger's muscles clenched down on his cock and he came in a strangled moan. The Serb fell onto the Swiss causing him to grunt. “Can I take my hands off the headboard?” he asked as Novak pulled the vibrator off of him.
“Yeah,” Novak said pulling out of him. They laid down on the bed beside each other, trying to slow their breaths. “Wow,” Novak exclaimed.
“Yeah, the same,” Roger said. “I keep forgetting how good that feels until you do it again.”
“I need to take you more often,” Novak said. Roger chuckled as Novak pulled off his condom and tossed it away. He gasped out when Roger's arm came around his waist and pulled him up against him. “Does this bet last throughout the year each time we come up against each other?” he asked.
“Not all the time,” he said into Novak's ear.
“So, when?” Novak asked.
“How about the Grand Slams only?” Roger suggested.
“Sounds good,” Novak said. “I like topping you, but I prefer the other way,” he said.
“Well, in that case,” Roger said into his ear. “You win your final against Murray and I will take you as long as you like.”
“Really?” he asked.
“Really,” Roger said before getting on top of him. “I love you,” he said.
“I love you, too,” Novak said before Roger kissed him softly.

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After Novak's Australian Open win...........
Novak sighed as he entered his hotel room and closed the door. He entered the bedroom and was a little disappointed to not see Roger in the bed. He put his bag down and placed his second Australian Open trophy down on a table. He began to undress when he heard a sound. “Roger?” he called out before he heard the shower turn on. He entered the bathroom, but saw no Roger and walked over to the shower. He pulled the curtain back, no Roger, but running water. He let out a sigh before starting to take off the rest of his clothes. He thought he heard someone moan before stepping into the shower. He then noticed that the shower had a timer on it set. He didn't remember setting it but didn't think anything of it as he showered.
When he finished, he turned the water off and reached out from behind the curtain for the towel. However, he came up empty and he looked to see there was no towel. He pulled back the curtain and looked around for any towels, but didn't see any until he saw one laying on the bed. He headed into the bedroom and took the towel off the bed. He thought he heard that moan of delight again before wrapping the towel around his waist. He laid down on the bed and let out a sigh. He closed his eyes and began to even out his breathing in an exercise. It was then he heard the moan again and heard someone walk into the room. He opened his eyes and sat up seeing Roger. “I can't take it anymore,” the Swiss said as he began to take off his clothes. “I was going to jump you in the shower, but I changed my mind because I like how you smell after you shower.”
“Where the hell were you?” he asked.
“I was hiding in the linen closet,” Roger said dropping his pants. He pulled off his boxers and Novak found himself licking his lips. “I was going to grab you while you were walking around naked, but I didn't want to scare you.” He climbed onto the bed and hovered over Novak. “Plus, when we usually do that, we end up having fast, rough sex.”
“So?” he asked.
“So, you won a Grand Slam title,” Roger said. “I want to make love to you,” he said before capturing Novak's lips in a soft kiss. “I can't do that when I'm pounding into you.” He felt Novak react to the statement before he removed the towel around Novak's waist. He tossed it aside and reached over to the bedside table for the lube and condoms. “Put your legs around me,” he said and Novak's legs enclosed around his waist and he opened a condom and rolled it onto Novak's cock. Novak gasped a little seeing Roger get the vibrator out. He attached to his cock before opening the lube. A slick finger entered Novak and he gasped when it flicked inside him causing his hips to buck. Roger chuckled as he entered another finger than another. Novak's hand twisted in the sheets as he moaned and groaned.
“Roger, please,” Novak said. Roger twisted his fingers up and he got a squeal from his young lover. “Oh, God, Rog,” the Serb groaned.
“You want me to make love to you?” Roger asked and Novak nodded not wanting to speak, but Roger wasn't going to have any of that. He wanted Novak to tell him. “I'm sorry. I'm afraid I didn't hear that last bit,” he said. He twisted his fingers again getting a startled moan from the Serb underneath him.
“Yes, Roger,” Novak moaned. “I want you to make love to me,” he cried out. Not the kind of behavior you'd expect from a champion. Roger removed his fingers and opened a condom. He put it on before lathering some lubricant on his throbbing cock. He hitched up Novak's hips and eased into him. Novak opened his mouth, but only a squeak came out as Roger entered him. Roger settled in between his legs as he thrust in him to the hilt and he kissed Novak softly. The Serb moaned as he pulled his hips back then pushed back in. He then did it again and Novak met his thrust this time.
They began a slow rhythm before getting a bit faster. Roger kissed the pulse point on Novak's neck before capturing his lips in a searing kiss. Novak grunted as he thrust up to meet Roger's hips. He felt Roger's hand grab his and their fingers laced together. His other hand cupped his bottom and he groaned softly.
Novak's left hand came up to lace his fingers in Roger's hair. He moaned out when Roger's cock found his bundle of nerves inside him. It never took Roger long to find it. He gasped out when Roger changed the angle of his thrusts to hit it every time and he could no longer meet his thrusts. Roger kissed his neck, biting it lovingly and Novak knew there would be a mark on it. “Tell me you love me,” Roger said sweetly into his ear.
“I love you, Roger,” Novak gasped as Roger reached in between them and turned the vibrator on. Novak's hips jerked up at the vibration sensation and Roger put his arms underneath his shoulders. “I love you.” He pulled away from Novak's neck to see the Serb has his eyes closed shut from the tense sensation. “Ah, Roger, yes,” Novak moaned. His cock was now being vibrated and squeezed in between their bodies. “Roger, I'm close,” he moaned.
“Open your eyes, baby,” Roger said and Novak's hazel eyes opened to meet Roger' brown ones. Both saw the love for each other in the others' eyes and the sensation swept through both of them. Roger and Novak came at the same time in deep moans, gazing into each others' eyes. Roger saw Novak's darken to a deep green while Novak saw Roger's go almost completely black. Roger collapsed on top of him, but had enough sense to switch off the vibrator. Novak let out a deep sigh as Roger pulled it off him and tossed the condom away.
“Holy cow,” Novak exclaimed and Roger chuckled. He rested his forehead on Novak's and said something in Swiss German. “What?” he asked. Despite being with him for three years, Novak still didn't know Roger's native tongue fluently yet.
“I'll tell you later,” he said as his cock inside his boyfriend softened. He gently pulled out after Novak had removed his legs from around his waist. He removed his condom and tossed it in the waste basket to join the one from Novak's cock. “It's later,” he said. “I said, 'Happy Anniversary, baby,'” he said.
“Happy Anniversary,” Novak said before curling up to Roger. “Three years.”
“Yeah,” Roger said. “Who'd of thunk it?” he teased causing Novak to chuckle. “Think we'll make it four years?”
“I'd say forty years,” he said. “Maybe more.” Roger chuckled before rolling back on top of him.
“As long as I still love you, you're stuck with me,” he said before kissing him. Novak moaned when he felt Roger react to the kiss.
“Another round?” he asked.
“Sure, why not?”
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Roger was passionately kissing Novak in his hotel room. It was the day everybody who was still in Melbourne was to leave. Novak was flying back to Monte Carlo while Roger was flying back home to Switzerland. They would see each other again in Dubai, but after spending two weeks with Roger, Novak didn't want to spend three weeks without him. Roger pulled away and began kissing down his neck and he instinctively rolled his head to the side to give him more neck. The Swiss grazed his teeth on his pulse point and he let out a small moan. “Wait, Roger,” he said pushing Roger away. “We both have flights to catch, so if you don't stop, we'll end up half naked on the floor.”
“Fine with me,” Roger said and Novak playfully shoved him. He went over to his bags to make sure he had everything.
“So, uh, what do you have planned next weekend?” he asked.
“Rest and training,” Roger said.
“Would you like to come to Monte Carlo for Valentine's Day?” he asked. Roger hummed as he gathered Novak into his arms.
“An entire weekend with my gorgeous boyfriend?” Roger asked as he back Novak against the wall. He kissed Novak, who moaned softly, then moved down his neck again, staying close to his ear. “How can I say 'no' to that?” Roger asked and Novak chuckled.
End of Chapter Four
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