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Three Years and Counting	By : icejadeus Category: Individual Celebrities > Athlete/Sports Misc Views: 1324 -:- 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 Seven: French Open I
Roland Garros, France
Novak was getting ready for his birthday party when there was a knock on the door. “I'll get it,” Dijana said before heading over to the door.
“Thanks, Mum,” he said from the bed room. He was pulling on his jacket when she came in squealing. He turned to see her with a big arrangement of flowers. “Oh, who are those for?” he asked as she sat them down on the table.
“For you,” she said handing him a card. He took the card and saw his name in familiar handwriting.
“He didn't,” he said opening the envelope.
“Apparently he did,” Dijana said looking over the flowers. “They're beautiful,” she added as Novak opened the card and a hotel room key fell out. He picked it up before his mother saw it and read what Roger had written.
I know flowers are corny, but I couldn't help myself. Happy Birthday, baby. If you come by tonight after your party at the embassy, I'll have a second birthday gift for you. Me in a birthday suit. Love, R-
Novak licked his lips in anticipation of a naked Roger. He loved Roger naked. They had a brief encounter in the lobby checking in. Roger looked good and he could tell Roger liked what he saw too. Problem was that Novak's father was finally making appearances and was in Paris for the French Open. They were going to have to be careful. He put the note back in the envelope and stuck it back on the pick. He looked over the flowers as he fingered the key card. “Hey, we're going to be late for your party if we don't go now,” she said.
“Yeah, yeah,” he said pocketing the hotel key. He and his mom left the room and headed out.
Novak was distracted throughout the entire party. All he could think about was Roger waiting for him, possibly naked at that very moment. He was passing out pieces of cake when his phone went off. He looked to his mother who came to his rescue and he took the call on the balcony. “Hey, you,” he said.
“I have a birthday suit on and no one to share it with,” Roger said and he chuckled hearing Novak moan.
“I can't leave now,” he said. “We've only just cut the cake.”
“A cake for a gluten free diet birthday boy?” Roger asked.
“I'm only eating half of a piece,” Novak said. “It's not like I'm going to die if I eat some cake.”
“Well, if I had known that I would've gotten you some cake instead of flowers,” the Swiss said.
“They're beautiful by the way,” Novak said. “The flowers.”
“Diana helped me with them,” Roger said. “She picked them up and took them to the front desk to be delivered.”
“I'll have to get her something extra special for Christmas this year for that,” he said causing his boyfriend to chuckle. “I promise I'll be there soon,” he said. “I'll fake a headache in about a half hour and leave, go back to my room and freshen up before coming by. Okay?”
“Sounds good,” Roger said. “Happy birthday.”
“I love you,” Novak said.
“I love you, too,” he said before hanging up.
Half hour later, Novak was in his hotel room getting ready to go to Roger. He was packing up his tennis bag, thinking of just going straight to the court in the morning. That way he didn't have to spend time going back to his room and then heading over. He made sure no one saw him in the hall before going up, using the stairs. Roger was only one floor up, so he wasn't winded. He came up to Roger's suite and used the key to get in. The sitting room was lit by a faint glow from a lamp to the side and Novak saw the bedroom door ajar. He walked in and as promised, Roger was completely naked, except for a red bow tied around his waist, covering up what Novak wanted to see the most. “Holy shit,” Novak exclaimed.
“Is the bow too much?” Roger asked causing Novak to chuckle. The Serb dropped his bag and toed his shoes and socks before climbing onto the bed. He straddled Roger's waist and they joined their lips together in a heated, passionate kiss. Roger pushed the jacket off Novak's shoulder which the Serb tossed to the floor. They continued the heated kissing as Roger began to work on the buttons of Novak's shirt. Once that was done, he pushed that off Novak's shoulders with the Serb tossing it to the floor as well. Novak cupped Roger's face gently as he moved closer to him. Roger moaned planting his hands on Novak's jean clad ass. Novak moaned in return when Roger squeezed it gently. “I want you naked,” Roger moaned as he kissed down Novak's neck. He didn't give Novak time to retort before working on getting his jeans undone. Novak gasped out a moan when Roger's hands closed around his member.
“Roger,” he moaned before pulling back and helping him remove his jeans. Now he was just in his boxers and Roger in his bow. Roger pulled back and reached underneath the one pillow. Novak's eyes widened when he produced a pair of handcuffs. “Part of my present?”
“Handcuff me to the bed and have your way with me,” Roger said causing Novak to lick his lips. He took the cuffs and did what the Swiss told him to do. He handcuffed his boyfriend of three and a half years to the headboard, making sure he was comfortable.
“Now, what should I do with you first?” he asked. “I know. I think I'll unwrap you,” Novak said causing Roger to chuckle as he moved down to the bow covered prize. “Where did you get this?” he asked as he pulled on the bow.
“Would you believe me if I told you that Diana got it for me?” he asked.
“Uh, not really.”
“She told me to have fun with it,” Roger said as Novak finished untying the bow. He looked up as the bow came off and Roger nearly came as the hazel eyes turned a dark green with lust.
“Well, things are looking up,” Novak said before leaning down and kissing the erect penis. Roger moaned softly expecting Novak to engulf his penis, but he felt Novak straddle his waist again and had a part of the bow in his hands.
“What are you doing?” he asked and before he could react, Novak tied the sash around his eyes. “What .. oh.. no, Novak,” Roger protested. “This is not fair.”
“You said I could have my way with you,” he said.
“Yeah, but I wanted to watch you have your way with me,” he said. Novak chuckled as he ran his fingers along Roger's side causing the older man to gasp and his breathing to heighten. Novak chuckled before moving his fingers down to his hips.
“I'm conflicted,” Novak said. “I'm not sure what I want to do first. Blow you or fuck you,” he said causing Roger to groan. Novak pressed a kiss onto his neck before trailing down his body. Roger pulled on the handcuffs that restrained him to the bed. He was really rethinking the cuffs as Novak's lips kissed his hip bone.
“Novak,” he moaned. Roger was anticipating Novak to engulf his cock, but it never came. He heard the pop of a cap before a pillow was placed underneath him to elevate his hips. Last time Novak took him was in Australia after the Serb defeated him in the semifinals of the Open. He groaned as Novak slid a finger into him. He pulled against the handcuffs again as he arched his back. Novak inserted another finger and twisted them around. He got that high pitch squeal that he loved from Roger and he kissed Roger's collarbone. He scissored the two fingers before entering a third finger into his lover. Roger opened his legs more to show Novak he was willing to try this position. Novak usually took him from behind with Roger flat on the bed or on his knees. The Serb ran a hand along his thigh causing Roger to moan. “Novak.” Novak chuckled as he pulled his fingers out of Roger and pulled off his boxers.
Roger felt Novak settle in between his legs and then felt lips place a gentle kiss on his neck before he leaned in close to his ear. “Tell me what you want,” he softly said causing the Swiss to swallow nervously.
“I want you to fuck me,” the sixteen Grand Slam champion said.
“You up for it?” Novak asked cupping Roger's balls. He groaned feeling Novak thumbing the head of his penis. His arms twitched and tugged against the handcuffs. He really wanted to touch Novak's body so bad. He wanted to see Novak.
“Up for anything,” Roger quipped and Novak abruptly left the bed. “Hey, where are you going?” Roger asked hearing him walking away.
“Relax, Roger,” he said rustling through his tennis bag. He found what he was looking for and walked back to the bed. All Roger heard was rustling and then felt the bed dip, signifying that Novak had returned. “Since you are pushing thirty this year,” he said causing Roger to scoff, “I think I'm going to need a little help,” he said before Roger heard the crinkle of a wrapper. He gasped when Novak deep throat him to roll on a condom.
“Oh, God, what ….?” Roger started to ask before he felt Novak put something on his cock. He cursed 'Oh, shit.' in his native tongue knowing what it was that Novak just attached to his cock. Novak turned on their vibrator and Roger's hips bucked up as he gasped out a moan.
“God, I love that sound you make,” Novak sitting up onto his knees. He rolled on a condom, put some lube on and got back on top of Roger. He settled his hands beside Roger's head, startling him. “You want to see me?” Novak asked him. Roger nodded not trusting his voice at the moment. It was funny how submissive Roger was when their roles were reversed. “Good, cause I want to look into your eyes when I enter you.” Roger moaned as Novak laid down on top of him, resting on his elbows. Novak slowly pulled down the sash to reveal Roger's brown eyes. He turned off the vibrator before hitching up one of Roger's legs. It was going be uncomfortable until they got a rhythm going.
Novak found Roger's entrance and while keeping eye contact, eased into Roger. Roger's mouth fell open in a groan, but he kept his eyes locked with Novak's as the Serb eased into him. Without being told to, he wrapped his legs around Novak's waist, pushing Novak in deeper. It caused a burst of pleasure to soar through both and they moaned in unison, eyes rolling up inside their eyelids. “God, you just had to do that, didn't you?” he asked looking down into Roger's eyes.
“I was impatient,” Roger said.
“Fine,” he said. “Just for that, I'm turning this back on.” Novak reached in between them and turned on the vibrator. Roger opened his mouth to moan out, but Novak kissed him deeply, silencing him with his own mouth. Roger pulled against the handcuffs again as Novak started to thrust in and out. Roger moaned deeply as Novak moved in and out of him, squeezing his legs around the Serb's waist to get a moan out of him too. Novak adjusted the angle of his thrusts and began to hit the bundle of nerves inside Roger. The Swiss bent his head back with a moan in Swiss German and Novak responded with Serbian.
“I want to touch you,” Roger exclaimed and Novak reached up to where Roger's hands were and laced their fingers together.
“There, you're touching me,” he said causing Roger to groan before cursing in Swiss German. Novak sharpened his thrusts, digging his hips into Roger's and kissing down his neck.
“Oh, God, Novak,” Roger groaned as the Serb nipped at his weak spot where his Adam's apple rested.
“Tell me you're close,” Novak breathed into his ear. In truth, Roger was just about to come when Novak asked him that. The vibrator was doing it's job in helping, but he needed Novak to give him a few pulls before he got to completion.
“Close, but I need more,” he said.
“What do you want?” Novak asked looking Roger in the eyes.
“Your hand. My cock,” Roger said before lifting his head to capture Novak's lips with his. Novak grunted before reaching down in between them and grabbing Roger's cock. The Swiss groaned loud and deep and was thankful that his mouth was busy with Novak's as the Serb tugged on his cock. Novak gripped tightly on the cock with his right hand, keeping his left hand laced with Roger's fingers. Neither were expecting to climax at the same time, but it happened. Both came in strangled moans, arching into each others' bodies. Both collapsed in a heap, Novak breathing onto Roger's neck. “Nole, as much as I love the post coital cuddle, you need to turn the vibrator off now,” Roger said as he unwrapped his legs from Novak's waist.
“Oh, sorry,” Novak said before pulling out of Roger and turning the vibrator off. Roger let out a sigh of relief as Novak removed the device and condom from his cock. Novak tossed both condoms away and put the vibrator down. Roger gestured to the handcuffs and Novak moaned in a teasing tone. “But I like you this way,” he whined before leaning down and kissing Roger softly. He smirked when Roger moaned into his mouth as he progressed the kiss further, but the Swiss pulled away.
“Despite the fact that you made me comfy before the romp in the sheets, my arms are cramping.”
“Where's the key?” Novak asked.
“On a key ring in my pants hanging on the chair over there,” Roger said. Novak gave him one more kiss before walking over and taking the pants off the chair. Watching his naked body with lust was Roger as he dug through his pants for the key.
“Aha,” Novak singsonged waving the key around. He walked back to the bed, looking at the key as Roger licked his lips, a plan forming in his head. Novak climbed onto the bed, straddling Roger's waist. He leaned over him to unlock the cuffs and Roger's fingers were itching with anticipation. He just needed Novak to undo the cuffs. “You'll probably have red marks on your wrists tomorrow.”
“Uh, huh,” he said looking at the cock that was just a few feet away from his face. “Wrist bands will cover it up,” he said as Novak undid the first bracelet. Roger settled that hand on Novak's hip as he undid the other one. Just as Roger got his other hand free, he wrapped his arms around Novak and the Serb let out a surprised gasp as Roger sat up and leaned forward, not stopping until Novak was on his back. The handcuffs clattered to the floor along with the key and it was Roger's turn to lace their fingers together. Novak moaned as Roger kissed him and he allowed the Swiss man to settle in between his legs.
“Roger,” he said moving his head to the side to as Roger kissed down his neck, lightly nipping the skin.
“Happy Birthday, love,” Roger whispered sweetly into his ear before he made sweet love to the Serb.
End of Chapter Seven
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