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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 Five : Valentine's Day
Monte Carlo, Monaco
As it turned out, Roger did have to say 'no'. The 11^th came along and no Roger arrived at Novak's new condo house on the beach. An appearance couldn't be canceled and he had to cancel on Novak. So, Novak spent Friday, Saturday and Sunday training for Dubai with a new trainer his father hired. His name was Eli and he was about his age. Novak also discovered he was gay. His father claimed that his last trainer found out he was gay and was uncomfortable, but he didn't believe him. The three days of training Novak had spent with Eli's hands lingering on him when he 'helped' him stretched. The guy made so many passes at him he just about had enough. Then during a workout on Monday afternoon, Eli grabbed his ass, which he said was accidental, and Novak had had enough. He told Eli that he had a boyfriend that he loved and to get out before he did something he would regret. Novak then grabbed his iPod and headed out for a run.
Novak didn't realize he had been out for so long until he looked at his watch. He had been running for two hours. He sighed out before heading back to his house on his private beach.
When he arrived at the bungalow at the end of the walk way to his house, he spotted some rose petals on the chaise lounge. He walked over to it thinking that Eli couldn't take 'no' for an answer, but stop when he saw a thorn-less rose sitting amongst the petals Underneath the rose was a piece of paper. He picked up the rose and opened the paper. Familiar scribe met his eyes and his face lit up.
'Come inside and have dinner. Love, R-'
Novak entered his house, taking the ear buds out of his ears and saw more petals leading to the dining nook by the kitchen. The small table was set up with a simple dinner and Roger stood there with a smile and wine. Novak couldn't help the smile that escaped his face as he walked over. “You said you couldn't make it.”
“I said I couldn't make it for the weekend,” Roger said coming up to him. “I didn't say anything about Valentine's Day itself,” he added and went to kiss him, but Novak put a hand on his chest.
“I'm all sweaty from my run,” he said. Roger shook his head and batted his hand away before backing him up against the wall.
“Does it look like I care?” he asked before kissing him. Novak moaned softly as he wrapped his arms around Roger's neck. He jumped up, barely giving Roger time to catch him as he wrapped his legs around his waist. Roger grunted as he put his arms underneath Novak and put his back onto the wall. Novak moaned passionately as they kissed hungrily. Novak could never get tired of kissing Roger. The Swiss man kissed down his neck, trailing his tongue along the skin, tasting the saltiness of Novak. “You taste fantastic,” he said dragging his tongue along his neck some more. Novak moaned softly as Roger's tongue reached his pulse point underneath his ear. “Put your legs down,” Roger said. Novak whined as he did and Roger pulled away. “As much as I want to keep tasting you, I need you to go take a shower and dress for dinner,” he said stepping away.
“Okay,” Novak said before taking off upstairs.
Fifteen minutes later, Novak came back down in slacks and his green button shirt that brought out the green in his hazel eyes. He had slipped on some shoes before coming down. Roger had added more rose petals to the floor and he just chuckled as Roger pulled out the one seat for him. He sat down and Roger went into the kitchen. “So, what's for dinner?” he asked.
“Patience my love,” Roger said. “I had to think of what to cook for you since you went gluten free on me,” he added and Novak chuckled as Roger came up to the table with a platter of what looked like little puff balls.
“What is this?” Novak asked.
“Salmon puffs,” he said. “I got the recipe from one of my American Facebook friends. She makes it when she can't think of anything else to make. She also assured me it was gluten free.”
“Well, even if there was gluten in it, my next tournament's not for another week. It would work it's way out of my system by then.”
“That's good, because I got a big can so there's lots.” Novak chuckled as Roger also had a side of noodles to go with them. “Bon appetite,” he said kissing Novak on the cheek.
The light dinner went on quietly and a lot more private than the last dinner they had together. “This is better than the other dinner,” Novak said slipping off his shoes.
“Why's that?” Roger asked dipping a puff into some sauce. It was good. He was going to have to send a thank you card to his American Facebook friend. He almost choked though when he felt a foot land on his lap.
“Cause I couldn't do this,” Novak said pressing his foot into Roger's crotch, “with the other three people in the room.” Roger grabbed Novak's foot and tickled it causing him to yelp and he retracted it.
“Romantic dinner,only, please,” he said before going back to the food as Novak took a sip of wine. “We can have sex after dessert.”
“Or during,” Novak suggested and Roger pursed his lips together. “Wouldn't be the first time we brought food into bed with us. Remember the chocolate syrup sex-capade after you won the French Open in '09?” Roger chuckled clearly remembering the event.
“Or the whip cream sex-capade following my Wimbledon win after that?” he asked and Novak chuckled. Of course Roger would remember. He was the one covered with both the chocolate syrup and whip cream by Novak. Both of them were so sticky after both times, they had to shower after, which led to another session of lovemaking in the shower. “Would it be silly if I got you something for Valentine's Day?”
“You got me a present?” Novak asked and Roger went over to his overnight bag. He dug through it and came back to the table. He dragged his chair over to sit by Novak and put a small box with a green bow on it in front of his boyfriend.
“I hope you like it,” Roger said as Novak pulled the bow off and opened the box. Inside was a simple brass bracelet with a gold bead in the middle. “I saw it and I thought it'd look nice on your wrist.” Novak chuckled as he put it on and looked to his boyfriend.
“I got you something too,” he said before going into his office and finding the box he had hidden so his father wouldn't have found it while visiting. He walked in with it behind his back and sat down, placing it on the table. Roger opened the box to find a platinum band bracelet. “You probably won't be able to wear it out in public, but I thought it'd be nice to get you something.”
“This is platinum,” Roger said taking it out of the box.
“I can afford it,” he said. “I had it engraved, too. On the inside.” Roger turned it over to see the inscription.
To My Favorite Champion. Love, N-
Roger chuckled as Novak took it and put it around his wrist. “Happy Valentine's Day,” he said.
“Happy Valentine's Day,” Roger said back and he kissed Novak who moaned softly. Roger pulled away chuckling.
“What?” Novak asked.
“You moan every time I kiss you.”
“You're a great kisser. I could never get tired of kissing you,” he said and Roger leaned in closer to him.
“Well, in that case, I'll just keep kissing you then,” he said. Novak chuckled as Roger kissed him again. The kiss progressed as Novak got out of his seat and climbed into Roger's lap. Unlike in Australia, there was no one to interrupt them and Roger lifted him up and carried him over to the wall where he had him previously. Novak moaned as his back hit the wall and they were back where they were when he came back from his run. Roger thrust his hips into Novak's and the Serb moaned hungrily into his mouth. He kissed down his neck, listening to the moans coming from his lover. “Roger,” Novak moaned, “if you don't take me up to bed, I'm going to make you take me right here.” Roger groaned before pressing a kiss onto his neck. “Bedroom, now,” he moaned and Roger started the trek up the stairs to Novak's bedroom.
They moaned as they landed on the bed and the clothes began to shed. Once they were down to their boxers, Roger stopped. “What?” he asked.
“Stay,” Roger said before leaving the room. Novak sat up on his elbows as he watched Roger leave the bedroom. He didn't have time to think why he would do that because he came back with the rose and a sash. He climbed back onto the bed, straddling Novak and looked at him. “Do you trust me?” he asked.
“Inexplicably,” Novak answered. Roger leaned forward and put the sash over his eyes. He tied it behind his head and gently cupped his face.
“Okay?” he asked and Novak nodded. “Lay back and relax.” Novak laid back onto the bed and Roger reached for the rose he put on the bed. He ran the flower along Novak's forehead before running down over his head, then over his lips. Novak moaned softly as the rose went along his neck, tickling him, creating goosebumps. He laughed softly before Roger trailed it along his collarbone. The rose than disappeared off him and Roger replaced it with his lips. Novak moaned softly as Roger trailed his lips down his chest. The Serb gasped as Roger took off his boxers and kissed his member. He waited for Roger to do something else to it but he never did. Roger uncapped the lube and slipped a pillow under Novak's hips. He moaned feeling a finger enter him and Roger began to prepare him for his cock.

Downstairs, Eli entered Novak's house with the intent of apologizing to Novak for being too forward with his advances. He brought some take out to smooth things over. Entering the house, he came into the kitchen and froze. The first thing he saw was the rose petals on the floor leading out to the bungalow deck. The second thing he saw was the dinette table was set and there was some forgotten dinner on the plates. He set the take out on the kitchen counter and glanced upwards. One of the things Srjdan hired him for was to see if he could find out who Novak's boyfriend was and report back to him. He decided to brave the Serbian wrath of Novak and hurried upstairs. He made his way down the hall to Novak's bedroom and heard the sounds of lovemaking coming from inside.
The door was partly open and he peeked in. He made out Novak underneath the more sizable man on top of him, but unfortunately it was too dark in the room for him to make the boyfriend's face. He figured that if he waited, Novak would spill the guy's name in the throes of passion, but things weren't going his way. A soft growl got his attention and he looked to see Pierre, Novak's dog he had rescued from the street, at the end of the hall in his doggie bed. He was caught red handed. That little puff of white fur never did like him and he got up from his bed, his growling getting louder. Eli got up from his crouching position which alerted Novak and his boyfriend in the bedroom. Pierre barked sharply causing Eli to fall down in the hall.
“What was that?” Roger asked as Novak pushed him off and pulled off the sash.
“That was Pierre alerting me to a snoop,” Novak said pulling on his boxers. “There's a reason his bed is at the end of the hall.” He walked over to the door and opened it more as Roger stayed in the bed. On the floor was Eli. “Eli,” he scolded.
“I'm sorry,” Eli said.
“Pierre, arret,” Novak commanded and Pierre stopped before going into the bedroom. “What the hell are you doing here, Eli?”
“I came to mend the tear between us,” Eli said getting up off the floor. “I brought take out.”
“Well, as I'm sure you saw downstairs, I already had dinner and I'm now enjoying dessert,” he said and Roger let out a soft chuckle from the bedroom. “How did you get in anyway?”
“The front door was unlocked,” Eli said.
“There's a thing called the door bell,” Novak said.
“I wasn't expecting you to have company.”
“Well, you should have,” Novak said. “Take your take out and go eat with someone else.” Eli nodded and hurried down the stairs. Novak waited until he heard the door close downstairs before going there himself and locked the front door, latching it and then the back door, latching it as well. He came back into the bedroom to find his boyfriend rewarding his dog with a belly rub. “Pierre, out,” he said and the dog whined before jumping off the bed. He went back out to the hall and his bed as Novak closed the bedroom door. Novak walked back to the bed, taking off his boxers and climbed back in with Roger. Roger easily slipped back inside him and they took up where they left off. Novak yelped when Roger changed angles and was hitting his sweet spot every single thrust. “Oh, good God, Roger,” he moaned bending his head back.
“Good boy,” Roger whispered into his ear. “You ignored his advances,” he said before taking hold of his cock. Novak moaned out as Roger began to pull it to his thrusts.
“He, uh, tried to seduce me over the weekend,” he said wrapping his legs around Roger's waist.
“Did he?” Roger asked squeezing the cock and the Serb underneath him groaned out.
“Grabbed my, unh, ass during a work...oh, God, out,” he moaned out. Just then Roger stopped thrusting and cupped Novak's ass with his left hand. “Roger, please, don't stop,” he begged as the hand around his cock gently pulled on him.
“There's only one person who's allowed to touch this ass,” he said before smacking it causing Novak to cry out. “Who is that person?”
“You,” Novak cried out as Roger snapped his hips up.
“I didn't hear that,” he said before snapping his hips back and forth.
“You are....ah...Roger.. only you...are....oh, yes.” Roger smirked as he continued his assault on Novak's cock and ass and it wasn't long until Novak came in a sharp cry followed by Roger's deep moan as he came as well. Roger let go of Novak's cock and propped himself up on his elbows. “A bit possessive aren't we?”
“Some guy I don't know grabbed my boyfriend's ass,” Roger said. “Yeah, I'm going to get a bit possessive.” Novak chuckled as Roger kissed him softly. He pulled out of Novak and laid down next to him. Novak curled up next to him and sighed happily. He listened as Roger's breathing settled down and began to settle down his own. Novak fell asleep first and Roger looked around the bedroom where half of Novak's closet space held his clothes, as did some of the drawers while in the bathroom, there was an extra toothbrush in the holder and some Gillette bath products in his shower. At Roger's house in Switzerland it was the same way. Novak had acquired some space in the dresser, closet and bathroom as well. They were practically living together. Maybe they should get married.
End of Chapter Five
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