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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 Nine: French Open III
Roland Garros, France
The three boys in Roger's living room of his suite looked up when the door opened. “Hey, decided to join us after all?” Andy asked as Novak angrily let his bags drop.
“Nole, you okay?” Rafa asked.
“No, I'm not,” Novak said heading right over to Roger. The Swiss barely had time to get a word in when Novak came up to him and passionately kissed him, getting onto his lap. The two forgot about the other two and Andy looked over to Rafa who chuckled.
“Is it wrong to say I'm finding that hot?” he asked. Rafa shook his head and the two waited for their two friends to pull apart. Novak pulled away when he had his fill and let out a sigh.
“Better?” Roger asked.
“Much. Toss me a beer,” he said and Andy tossed one at him and he snuggled into the love seat with Roger.
“There's room on the couch,” Andy said but Novak declined.
“I'd rather sit in my boyfriend's lap, thank you very much,” he said. He tried to open his beer, but couldn't grip the cap. Roger put his beer down and opened it for him. “Thanks.”
“Welcome,” he said. “I’m here for you,” he said causing Novak to chuckle. He leaned in his head on Roger's shoulder and tried to watch the movie.
“What are we watching?” he asked.
“One of the Harry Potters,” Roger said. “You want to talk about it?” he asked softly.
“He's mad,” he said. “Said 'Roger Federer?! Of all your opponents for you to get involved with it had to be that, ' and then he tried to call you something unpleasant, but I told him not to,” Novak said. “He's worried about us slipping up and being found out.”
“We're careful,” he said.
“Yeah, but he saw us this morning in the lobby,” he said. “All he cares about is my stupid career and what would happen if I was outed. He doesn't even care about yours. He says you don't have one any more and it wouldn't hurt you to be outed.”
“What?” Roger asked.
“Well, with the way his mind works, I think he was thinking of outing you, so I told him that if he outs you, I'll out myself, kiss you at the press conference and write a book about our three year relationship.”
“I love you,” Roger said before kissing him. “He's just going to have to live with us.”
“I second that,” Andy said. “It's your life and if he can't live with Roger as your boyfriend, then tough shite.”
“Thanks, Andy,” Novak said.
“I'm here for you, mate,” Andy said.
“Which Potter movie is this?” Rafa asked the Scotsman knowing he would know.
“The sixth one. Half Blood Prince,” Murray answered.
“You guys are awesome,” Novak said. “Did you see how they didn't get disgusted when we kissed?” he asked Roger.
“I did,” Roger said.
“I even said to my dad that if they're up for it, these two would join us in a foursome,” Novak said causing Rafa and Andy to look over at them. “I was only kidding, of course.” They laughed it off before going back to watching the movie.
Half way through the movie, Novak fell asleep on Roger's lap and the Swiss man carried him into the bedroom. He set him on the bed and kissed him on the forehead before going back into the living room.
“He's out,” he said before sitting down back in the love seat. “Think all the activity from today finally caught up with him.”
“I think he was ready to collapse as soon as he got into the room,” Andy said.
“Let him sleep,” Rafa slurred and the two glance over to see their Spaniard friend fast asleep.
“Let him sleep,” Roger said. “He's used up his energy too,” he added and the two went back to the movie.
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Novak breathed a sigh of relief as he entered his hotel room. He had lost sight of Roger after he had gotten out his interviews. He was surprised the Swiss man hadn't jumped him in the locker room right away. Every corner he turned, he thought Roger was there, but he figured Roger was still in post match interviews after breaking his winning streak. He went into the bedroom and turned on the light. No Roger. Novak went over to the bed and put his bag down. He sat down and undid his shoes. He looked up to see his flowers still up and happy. His mother must have changed the water at some point. He groaned rolling his neck before standing up and heading to the bathroom, a trail of clothes falling behind him as he undressed.
Fifteen minutes later, he stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel from the side. He headed into the bedroom, wrapping the towel around his waist and went over to wardrobe that had his clothes in it. He went through his clothes looking for something to wear to bed not hearing the soft foot falls behind him. He gasped in surprise when an arm wrapped around him, bringing him flush up against a naked chest. “Don't bother,” as husky voice said into his ear and a shiver went down his spine. He knew that voice anywhere. ”You look better without clothes on anyway,” Roger said before kissing his neck. Novak moaned softly as Roger steered him toward the bed. He trailed his free hand along Novak's side causing him to jerk in his hold. He chuckled wickedly before abruptly spinning him around while he had a hold on the towel. Novak shouted out in surprise as he spun around and when he stopped, he looked down to see he was naked. He looked up to see Roger with his towel and a devilish smile on his face. “Now, you're perfect,” he said before rushing at Novak who laughed out. Roger picked him up and tossed him onto the bed. Novak landed onto it with a grunt and Roger stood at the foot of the bed. He started to undress under Novak's watchful eye as the Serb licked his lips slowly as each piece was taken off. Roger kept his eyes on Novak's cock and watched it react as more of his skin was revealed. “You were avoiding me earlier,” he said.
“I was?” Novak asked.
“You were,” Roger said. “I saw you looking around for me before taking off.” Novak chuckled as Roger's pants dropped. “So, not only did I beat you when we met in a Grand Slam,” he said, “but I also broke your winning streak.”
“What does that mean then?” he asked as Roger got onto the bed licking his lips. Novak swallowed hard as Roger got on top of him, settling in between his legs and hovered over him.
“Means I get to have my way with you,” Roger huskily whispered and Novak shuddered. “How's your French?”
“I don't speak it fluently, but I know enough to get around.”
“Good,” Roger said, “because once I start I'm only speaking in French and you're going to do the same, okay?”
“Yes,” he said before Roger kissed him softly. He moaned gently as Roger moved his lips down his neck. “Roger,” he moaned.
“Oui, mon amour?” Roger answered in French and Novak gasped before replying in French. (1)
“Faire l'amour vers moi ,” he said before pushing down Roger's boxers. Roger tossed them aside and reached over to the drawer. He got out the lube and a condom. No words were said as he popped the top and slipped a slick finger into him. Novak gasped out before rambling different words in French causing Roger to chuckle. He slipped another finger into him and twisted them around and Novak forgot momentarily that he was supposed to be speaking French. “Oh, God, yes, Roger,” he moaned and the fingers in him left him. “Wha...?” (2)
“Francais, s' il vous plait,” he said into Novak's ear and the Serb groaned hearing the wrapper of a condom tear. Novak felt Roger lift his hips for his ass to be exposed and a slick hard cock entered him. Novak moaned, strapping his legs around Roger's waist as the Swiss man eased into him. (3)
“Pardon,” Novak gasped out as Roger thrust his hips. Moans, groans and French filtered through the room as Roger thrust into Novak speaking French into his ear softly. Novak thrust up into Roger as he thrust into him, responding in French. Pretty soon, Novak was just moaning and groaning as Roger grunted and talking dirty in French. Novak's cock reacted to the dirty French and Roger reached between their bodies and took hold of it and started to squeeze it and stroke it. “Oui, Roger,” Novak moaned. “Harder, Roger,” he moaned again slipping into English again.
Roger let it slip and thrust harder into Novak. He got a gasped moan from him and continued to thrust into him. He reached up and laced his left hand with Novak's right. Novak squeezed his hand tightly with Roger's, his knuckles turning white. Roger stopped speaking French as he kissed down Novak's neck. Novak squeezed his legs around Roger's waist getting a deep moan from the Swiss on top of him. One more hard stroke from Roger's hand and Novak was coming into it with a soft groan. Roger was right behind him and let out a deep groan. They collapsed in a heap on the bed and Novak sighed softly as Roger pulled out of him. “That was great,” Novak said as Roger chuckled. He pulled off the condom and tossed into the wastebasket. He got another condom out of the box and something else he had hidden. “So, was that it?” he asked. Suddenly, Roger was on top of him again with a feral look in his eyes and he swallowed nervously.
“That was for me beating you when we met up in a Grand Slam,” Roger said sitting up on his hands. “This next bit is going to be for letting that perfect winning streak of yours be broken by little ol' me,” he said.
“You did say that if anyone was going to break it, it'd be you,” Novak said.
“Did I say you could talk, Mr. Djokovic?” Roger asked in a deep husky voice and Novak shook his head. “Good. Now that that's cleared up, hands up, buster.” Novak put his hands up and Roger handcuffed him to the bed. “Comfy?” he asked and Novak nodded, still not speaking. “I only have one rule for this next session. You do not make a single sound during our lovemaking. You do, and I'm going to leave you handcuffed to this bed. Not a single sound until I say so, got it?” Novak nodded furiously already hard again from Roger's voice tone. Roger kept eye contact with him as he opened another condom. He put it on and hitched up Novak's leg. His plan was to do it achingly slow because Novak would protest the slow lovemaking. Roger wanted to see how far Novak will stay quiet before protesting.
Roger eased into Novak slowly and he could see Novak already having trouble keeping quiet. It wasn't going to very long apparently. Novak managed no peep as Roger eased all the way in. “Impressive. You're usually a blubbering, moaning mess by now,” he commented before kissing him softly. No moan from the Serb underneath him which was odd because Novak always moaned when they kissed. He continued the slow lovemaking and watched Novak squeeze his eyes shut. He bent his head back, biting his lower lip and Roger took advantage of the exposed skin of his neck. He kissed lightly on Novak's neck and got a breathless sound from him. However, one wouldn't count that as a sound. More like a sigh. Novak's legs came around his waist and pulled him closer. Roger groaned as he changed angles and Novak's sharp intake of breath told him he was hitting the Serb's prostate. “Not sure if that qualifies as a sound,” Roger teased as Novak pulled on the handcuffs. “You want to let loose some noise, don't you?” he asked. Novak nodded furiously, pulling on the handcuffs. “Want me to hear how much your enjoying this?” he asked cupping Novak's face. His eyes were still closed as his bit his lip and he nodded again. Roger sharply thrust up and Novak couldn't hold it anymore.
A sharp cry out of Novak's mouth had Roger chuckling before stopping his thrusts. Novak protested before being silenced by Roger's mouth. He moaned desperately as Roger worried his lower lip with his lips and looked into Novak's eyes which had opened. “Please don't leave me,” he begged.
“I won't,” he said. “Wanted to see how long you lasted.” Novak giggled as Roger tickled his sides before continuing to his thrusting.
(1) “Yes, my love.” (2) “Make love to me.” (3) “French, please.”
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Novak sighed in wait as Roger had gone up to his room to search for the key to the handcuffs. He couldn't believe that Roger hadn't double checked where it was before he used them last night. Roger didn't have to play again until the next day, but his coach wanted him to get some practice in. The door to his hotel room opened and he let out a sigh of relief. “Thank God. It's about time you came back!” he shouted out and the door opened to reveal his father. “Oh, shit,” he cursed and immediately wished Roger was not on his way back. He was just glad that he had a sheet around his waist to prevent his father from seeing him in all his glory. “This isn't what it looks like, Dad,” he said but he regretted saying it as soon as it left his mouth.
“Funny. It looks like your boyfriend handcuffed you to the bed and left you,” he said seeing his son with a sheet wrapped around his waist. He could see the beginnings of a hickey on his son's neck.
“Roger misplaced the key. He went up to his room to look for it.”
“Uh, huh,” Srdjan said and leaned against the wall. “So, this relationship you have with him. Is it a permanent one or is this just a passing fancy?”
“It's a real relationship, Dad,” Novak said. “He makes me happy.” Before Srdjan could retort, the door to the hotel room door opened and Novak groaned, burying his head in his arm.
“I found it, babe!” Roger shouted before entering the bedroom. He halted seeing his boyfriend's father leaning on the wall. “Mr. Djokovic.”
“Roger,” Srdjan said.
“How are you?” Roger asked and he heard Novak groan.
“I'm fine. Would've been a lot better had I not found my son naked and handcuffed to the bed.”
“Yeah, I uh, misplaced the key and remembered it was still in my room,” Roger said as he walked over to Novak on the bed. “I'm so sorry,” he heard the Swiss say to his son and Novak said something he didn't hear. “I can't stay and chat. I got to get some practice in for the final against Rafa.”
“Okay,” Novak said pulling on some pants. Srdjan watched them walk out of the bedroom door and head over to the hotel room door. He wasn't going to, but he sneaked a peak and watched Roger kiss Novak on the lips. Novak had a smile on his face the whole time. 'He makes me happy.' Novak's statement echoed through his head.
End of Chapter Nine
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