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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 Eight : French Open II
Roland Garros, France
It wasn't until morning when Novak stirred, finding himself tightly held in Roger's arms. Their legs were tangled with each other along with the sheets. Roger's strong arm was around him and he decided to take a look at the wrists of his boyfriend to see how badly marked they were. It didn't look too bad, but there was still a faint red line on Roger's wrists. The older man spooning him stirred and Novak made to get out of his arms. He really needed to pee. The arms around him had other ideas. “Don't go. Too comfy for you to leave,” Roger said into his ear.
“I have to pee,” he said and Roger let him go. While Novak was in the bathroom, Roger's alarm he set went off and he smacked his hand on it to silence it. He got up from the bed with a groan. He heard the shower start up and watched Novak come back into the room to get some clothes from his tennis bag. He walked over to him as he straightened and wrapped his arms around him. Novak sighed softly as Roger kissed his neck.
“We'll save time if we share the shower,” Roger said into his ear. Novak moaned as Roger pulled their bodies together. Before he could protest, Roger started pulling him to the shower. Soon, they were in the shower, kissing hungrily, Novak against the wall with his legs around Roger's waist, moaning in delight as the water streamed down on them.
One floor down.......
Srdjan Djokovic entered his son's room with his wife, Dijana, looking for him. Going into the bedroom, he noticed the flowers right away. “Who'd Novak get flowers from?” he asked her.
“His boyfriend,” she said.
“So, his boyfriend's in town too?” Srdjan asked.
“He is,” Dijana said picking up some clothes from the floor.
“You know who he is, don't you?” he asked as she put the clothes on the bed.
“Of course. I walked in on them back in '08.” She entered the bathroom and he took the opportunity to look over the flowers. He saw a note card still in it's envelope in the pick and glanced back to see that his wife was still in a bathroom. He took the moment to snatch the card off the pick and read it. He nearly gasped seeing how it was signed. It was signed with an a simple 'R'. It didn't give him much to go on, but it did get him started. If he knew his son, he wouldn't be involved with just about anybody. He deduced a while ago that his son's boyfriend was another tennis player and Novak would probably stick to someone who's his equal on the court. The only two he could think of that could take his son on, not only on the court but in the bedroom as well, would be Rafael Nadal and Roger Federer.
Then a conversation he had heard a while back ran through his head between Novak and Marko. His eldest son liked older men. While both were older than him, Roger was six years older than him and Rafa was only one. He really couldn't imagine Novak with Roger, but he'll need confirmation first. He was going to have to watch the two more closely. He heard his wife coming back into the bedroom and he put the card back on the pick. “Might as well head down to the courts,” she said. “He's probably thought ahead and took his tennis bag with him.” Srdjan nodded and followed her back out of the hotel room.
“So, this boyfriend of his,” he said. “Is he a tennis player too?” Dijana stopped in her tracks and he smiled. One step closer to confirming it was Roger. She slowly turned around and glared at her husband.
“What are you trying to do?” she asked.
“Nothing,” he said.
“Stop trying to figure out who he is,” Dijana said, not realizing that her husband already figured it out. “Novak will tell you who he is when he's ready.”
“I just,” he started to day before switching to Serbian. “I'm still getting used to the idea of him with a guy,” he said as they walked to the elevators. “And I may be a little jealous that you know,” he finished causing her to laugh out and he sighed out in despair.
“I told you,” she said also speaking in Serbian. “I only know because I walked in on them and trust me, you don't want to find out that way.” Srdjan sighed out in despair again. “Why do you want to know so bad anyway?” she asked.
“Because I walk by guys like Federer, Nadal, and Murray,” he said saying Roger's surname first. His wife gave nothing away. “And I can't help but wonder if that's the guy shagging my son. Excuse me for wanting to know.”
“He will tell you,” she said in English. “When he's ready.”
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Novak and Roger both had to get to Roland Garros. Both had a match and needed to warm up. After sharing the shower, they got dressed, using up every ounce of their will power not to go back to what they were doing in the shower. Once dressed, Novak left the room first followed by Roger. They knew it was risky but they both needed to get going. Just then Novak's phone went off. It was his mother. “Hey, Mum,” he said.
“Where are you?” she asked as they entered the elevator.
“Coming down now,” he said going for the lobby button but Roger pushed it first.
“Okay,” she said. “Your father and I are in the lobby.”
“Okay, I'll see you down there,” he said hanging up the phone. “My mother.”
“Probably went to your room and you weren't there.” Novak chuckled before they placed themselves on opposite sides of the elevator. Roger smelled too good to be close to him and he wanted to get some distance between them.
“Our little side bet still on?” Roger asked.
“Of course it is,” Novak said. “If we face each other at some point, who ever wins gets to top,” he said. “I'm sure you'll have no problem bottoming for me again. You certainly enjoyed yourself last night,” he stated.
“Don't get too cocky, baby,” Roger warned him. “You might find yourself beneath me again,” he said causing Novak to chuckle. “As I recall you enjoyed yourself last night too,” he said reminding him what happened after Novak had topped him. The elevator dinged, signaling it had arrived at the lobby.

Dijana hung up the phone and told Srdjan that Novak would be down soon. “I'll see if the car to the courts is here yet,” she said before leaving. Her husband nodded before leaning against a post waiting for his son to arrive. He didn't have to wait long when he heard the elevator arrive at the floor. What came next was the final confirmation that his son's lover was indeed Roger Federer.
Novak exited the elevator first then Roger Federer came out from behind him. He watched as Roger looked around before slipping arm around Novak's waist and guided him to a small alcove that was away from the public eye of the lobby. Novak was smiling all the way.
Novak smiled as Roger backed him up against a divider and passionately kissed him. The Serb moaned softly, excitement running through him at the prospect of getting caught. Any one could come around the corner and spot them. Roger pulled away as Novak let out a soft sigh. “What was that for?” he asked.
“Incentive to get as far as you can in the tournament to get to me,” Roger said. “Because if anyone's going to break this winning streak of yours, it's going to be me,” he said his voice getting deep and dark. Novak swallowed hard before Roger kissed him again. He pulled away sucking on Novak's lower lip and walked toward the lobby. He didn't see Srdjan hiding behind a divider when he walked past him.
Srdjan watched the former world number one walk out of the hotel and he looked back to where he had dragged his son moments ago. He was still having trouble processing it even though he had already figured it out. Roger Federer and his son were lovers.
Novak calmed himself down before heading to the lobby. He was looking through his bag when his father came out of nowhere. “Oh, Dad,” he stated in a startled gasp. “Don't scare me like that.”
“Sorry,” his father said. “You okay? You seemed flustered.”
“No, I'm okay,” he said. “Just in a hurry to get to the courts.”
“Was that Federer I saw coming out of the elevator after you?” Srdjan asked. Now all he wanted was for his son to confirm it.
“Uh, yes,” he said. “He was already in the elevator when it came to my floor.”
“Your mother and I were in your room, Novak,” Srdjan said. “You weren't there.”
“I meant my boyfriend's floor, sorry,” Novak said trying to keep his voice down so his dad would too.
“I saw him grab you, Novak,” Srdjan said gesturing with his head to Roger who was getting into a car. Novak sighed out in defeat and seemed unable to come up with an excuse and it was all Srdjan needed to chuckle sarcastically. “Novak, him?”
“We don't need to have this conversation here in public, Dad,” he said. “We can talk later.” Dijana came back in wondering what the hold up was but the look on her son's face said it all. Srdjan knew.
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Later that day, after Novak and Roger both cruised through their rounds, Roger noticed no Novak when he was done with post match interviews. He found Rafa and Murray mingling in the players lounge of Center Court. “Hey, have you guys seen Novak?” he asked. “I may have missed him after my post interviews.”
“Uh, yeah, I saw him take off like a bat out of hell with his parents,” Murray said as Roger sat down.
“How did he seem?” Roger asked.
“I didn't see his face, but his parents seemed to be arguing,” Andy said.
“Something wrong?” Rafa asked.
“I don't know,” Roger said. “Usually when his parents argue it's recently been about him,” Roger said taking out his phone. He dialed Novak, but it went to voice mail and he hung up in disgust. “Voice mail.”
“Look, Rafa and I are done with our practice for tomorrow,” Andy said. “Why don't we have a boy's night out in your room?” he suggested. “It's been a while since some of us guys got together without any girls.”
“I game,” Rafa said.
“Me too,” Roger said. “We'll go to my room,” he said. “Novak can join us if I can get a hold of him.” The three stood up and headed out.
Meanwhile..........
Novak sighed out as he entered his room with his parents behind him. Once the door closed, Srdjan let his son have it. “Roger Federer!?” he shouted out. “Of all your opponents for you to get involved with it had to be that ….”
“Don't you dare finish that sentence,” Novak said interrupting his father. “You don't know him at all to call him anything negative.”
“Novak, he's your on court rival and competitor,” Srdjan said. “He's, he's, he's ...” He couldn't finish the sentence so Novak finished for him.
“He's a kind, gentle, decent guy who has been with me through hell and back,” he said. “Who do you think helped me get over the nightmares of Jenovic? He did and I haven't had a single one for almost two years now. How did you find out anyway?”
“I figured it out on my own after reading the note on your flowers.”
“That note was personal,” Novak said.
“You should have put it some where so I wouldn't find it. At your level, I figured out that the only two guys who would be able to handle you on court and in the bedroom was Roger and Rafa. Then I remembered you said something about liking older men. Roger is the oldest of the two. You're little PDA session this morning was all the confirmation I needed. You're lucky no one saw you two.”
“We're careful, Dad. We love each other too much to let a little slip destroy our careers.”
“Novak, I don't get how this relationship started,” Srdjan said. Novak let out a sigh looking at his mother. She gestured for him to go ahead.
“When I started competing in the same tournaments he played, I developed a crush on him and then I fell in love with him. It's not like he forced me into the relationship, Dad. I wanted it.” Srdjan groaned out as Dijana stood next to her son.
“How can you not tell me?” he asked her. “After three years, you never once said anything.”
“It wasn't my place,” she said. “I told Novak he had to tell you himself. Just be glad you didn't walk in on them like I did,” she said and Novak shuddered. He still had nightmares about it.
“What about Marko and Djorde?”
“They found out in 2009 after the US Open,” Novak said. “They wanted to take me out after I lost to Roger, but found me with Roger on the couch. Thankfully we weren't naked yet.” Dijana chuckled at her son's comment that caused Srdjan to groan.
“So, everybody knew but me? That's great.”
“This is exactly why I was hesitant to tell you. You're reacting like this because Roger Federer, a man who is my court rival, is also my boyfriend,” Novak said. “I can't help it that I fell in love him and he in love with me.”
“Well, I don't want you seeing him anymore,” his father said causing Novak to chuckle and Dijana to gasp out.
“Srdjan, you can't forbid him from seeing Roger,” she said.
“A three and a half year relationship trumps an order from you, Dad,” he said. “Plus, I'm well over eighteen and can make my own decisions,” he added. “I'm happy with Roger and you should be happy that I'm happy. Apparently, my happiness doesn't matter to you. Only winning tournaments.”
“Novak,” Srdjan said. Just then a ring tone went off and Novak smiled as he pulled out his phone.
“Is that Roger?” Dijana asked.
“Yeah,” Novak said seeing his dad glaring at him as if daring him to take the call. “If I don't answer he'll be coming over here to make sure I'm okay.” His father nodded and went to sit down on the couch. He hit the accept button and put the phone up to his ear, turning his back on his father. “Hey, you,” he said with a smile.
“You okay?” Roger asked going into the elevator with Rafa and Andy.
“Yeah, I'm fine,” he said.
“Okay, well, I'm heading up to my room with Rafa and Andy M,” he said. “We're going to have a boys' night if you're interested.”
“Uh, “ Novak trailed as he stepped into his bedroom. “I don't think I'm going to make it. I'm talking with my father.”
“Uh, oh,” he said causing Rafa and Andy to look at him. “What happened?”
“He found out about us.”
“How?” he asked. Now Rafa and Andy were really concerned.
“He saw us exit the elevator this morning and saw you pull me back for that extra kiss,” he said causing Roger to groan and smack himself on the forehead.
“Oh, how could I have been so stupid?” he said. “Are you okay?” he asked.
“I, uh, will be,” he said. “I promise. I'll try to get to the boys' night.”
“Okay.”
“I love you,” he said causing Roger to glance at the other two in the elevator before replying.
“I love you, too.” Rafa and Andy pretended to coo at Roger as he hung up the phone. “Srdjan Djokovic found out about me and Novak.”
“Oh,” they both said together.
“Yeah,” he said as the elevator doors opened. “It's going to be awkward looking at that guy in the eye now that he knows I screw his son,” he said thankful no one was around to hear it but those two who chuckled.

Novak pressed his ear against the door to listen what his father was saying. He couldn't tell what, so he opened the door. His father didn't hear the door nor did his mother see him. “I'm now judging how any games between the two are going to be played,” Srdjan said. “If Novak wins, I'm going think it's because Federer let's him win. If Federer wins, it will be the opposite.”
“Roger and I don't play each other any differently than from before,” Novak piped out. “In fact, in case you haven't noticed, we play our best when we play against each other. He brings out the best in me on court and I do the same to him. Don't be judging all the out comes of the games we've played against each other. We do not let our personal relationship get in the way of our professional one.”
“Novak, I didn't mean ...”
“Yes, you did,” he said. Srdjan sighed out in despair as Novak grabbed his tennis bag and headed into his room.
“How is this going to look if it gets out?” he asked his wife.
“It hasn't gotten out for three years,” Dijana said. “There's some tennis players that know about them and they've helped the two of them hide it. They don't go out in public, at least not anywhere but Monte Carlo where they have that privacy law.”
“You realize one slip up could destroy our son's career and it's only just started,” he said.
“It could destroy Roger's too,” Dijana said.
“Federer's already had a career,” Srdjan argued. “He's only won one title this year and it wasn't even a Grand Slam. It wouldn't hurt him if he was outed as gay.”
“Don't you dare,” Novak said coming into the room.
“Novak, I ..”
“I know how that twisted mind of yours works and if you even think about outing Roger, I'll out myself, kiss him at the press conference and write a book about our three year relationship and how it started,” he threatened. That really shut Srdjan up and Dijana had to look away so her husband wouldn't see her smirk. “I love Roger and if you do anything that will hurt him or his career, I'll do the same thing to myself.”
Srdjan went to open his mouth to retort but Novak cut him off. “Don't. Just don't say anything. I'm done talking.” He grabbed his overnight bag and tennis bag and headed out.
“Where are you off to?” his mother asked.
“Boys' night at Roger's with Rafa and Andy,” he said. “And if the night is still young and they're up for it, we might have a foursome.” Before his father could say anything, he opened the door and left never seeing the look on his father's face that had his mother chuckling.
End of Chapter Eight
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