Author's note: I decided against a chapter with the Olympics since I didn't do one for my first story. Plus, Roger and Novak couldn't have really celebrated because Novak went off to Toronto and Roger opted out of that tournament after the Olympics.

Chapter Seven: The Western & Southern Open

It was early morning when Novak arrived at the hotel in Mason, Ohio for the Western and Southern Open. He was checked in by a giggly girl at the front desk. Yeah, she was a fan. After he signed an autograph for her, she handed him a message. "Who's it from?" he asked.

"Uh, I'm not sure. I wasn't here when it was dropped off," she said.

"Well, thank you," he said before getting his suitcase and pulling it behind him. He waited until the elevator doors closed before opening it. Familiar scribble caused him to smile as he read the message.

Congratulations on the Toronto defend win. Room 515 if you want to celebrate. Love, R-

Along with the note was room key. Novak couldn't believe the luck for this tournament. Him and Roger were on the same floor. Roger had the suite on the one end of the floor while Novak was in the suite on the other end of the floor. It's the first time they were on the same floor. Other times they were separated by at least two or three floors. They could bump into one another coming around the corner.

After getting settled into his room, Novak got his tennis bag and headed to the other end of the floor. Roger had the suite that was in front of the elevators so Novak had to be quick to enter the room. Once inside, he put the key down on the first table and let his bag drop. He entered the bedroom and smiled at the sight. Roger was on his back, sleeping peacefully. He couldn't wake him up now. It was nearly five in the morning. Novak toed off his shoes and pulled his jeans off. He carefully climbed into the bed with Roger. Just as he got comfortable, a pair of arms encircled him. "I thought you were asleep," he said.

"My Blackberry buzzed when you text me," Roger said.

"So, I woke you up. Sorry," Novak said. Roger kissed him on the temple telling him it didn't matter.

"You got my message then," Roger said.

"The front desk? That was risky," Novak said.

"I had help from Petra. She got really excited, too."

"She did?" Novak asked.

Flashback

Roger was about to call Serena to help him with the message for Novak when he saw Petra at the elevator. "Hey, Petra," he said and she turned.

"Hey, Rog," she said going up to him.

"Can you do me a huge favor?" Roger asked.

"Sure, anything," she said and he handed her an envelope.

"I need you to take this to the front desk for Novak when he checks in," he said.

"Oh, my God," she gasped out in excitement.

"What?" he asked.

"My first Rovak assignment," she said with a smile. "You can count on me, Roger."

"Thanks, Petra," he said. "Have fun." She had a beaming smile as she walked to the elevator to complete her mission. Roger just chuckled as he headed back into his room.

End of Flashback

"She said that? Her first Rovak assignment?" Novak asked. He was turned around to face Roger who smiling.

"She did," Roger said. "So, do we have a favorite Rovak member yet?" he asked kissing Novak's nose.

"It's a tough decision," Novak said. "So, did you bring your medal with you?" he asked.

"No, I didn't. It's at home in Switzerland." Novak whined, sticking out his lower lip. Roger couldn't resist kissing it. "Why did you want me to bring my medal with me?"

"Because I wanted you to wear it while we made love," he said and Roger chuckled. "I wore mine in '08," he added talking about the time Roger made Novak wear his bronze medal in Beijing.

"And I wore my gold medal from the doubles, too. We're even," he said. Novak pouted again and Roger sucked on the Serb's lower lip. "Quit it, or I'll chew that lip off."

"You like it too much to chew it off," he said and they kissed passionately. They made love that night before falling asleep.

The night before the final …...

Novak whined as Roger chuckled. "You know our rule," he said. "The night before we play each other, we cut off all communications by nine and don't talk to each other."

"I know," Novak said. "I just sleep better with you beside me, that's all," he added.

"Well, we have time. Look in your bag, the toiletry bag," Roger said and Novak got up and went into the bathroom.

"What am I looking for?" Novak asked.

"You'll see," he said and Novak went through his bag. He gasped when his hand hit something unfamiliar. "Find it yet?" Novak pulled out a red dildo.

"I did. What is it?" he asked.

"It's the vibrator that Serena got us for our engagement party and guess who has the remote," Roger said. "Want to see if the range is good?" he asked.

"Hang on," Novak said going into the bedroom. He got on the bed before taking his shorts off. "Oh, this goes up my ass. I thought it was another clip on." He heard Roger chuckle on the other line before he got out the lube. "I gotta lube it up, hang on."

"Put the phone down and put it on speaker." Novak did just that and started to lube up the vibrator. "Tell me what you're doing," Roger said.

"I'm putting it in me," Novak said and he let out a groan as he pushed the vibrator into his hole. "Oh, God." He heard a groan from his phone as he settled the vibrator into him. "Okay, it's in me," he said.

"All right, I'm turning a knob on. Ready, one, two, three." Novak gasped out a moan as the vibrator came to life. "Guess that answers that question."

"Oh, sweet mercy," Novak gasped out before he muttered in Serbian.

"Sorry, babe. I didn't catch that last bit," Roger said before groaning out his own moan.

"I said, 'God bless the person who invented this.'," Novak said before moaning out again. Roger chuckled before turning the knob again and the vibrator tip began to move. "Oh, God, yes," the Serbian moaned.

"Put your hand on your cock and stroke it." Novak did what he was told and he heard Roger moan on the phone. "God, you sound so beautiful on the phone." The Serb and Swiss moaned together as Novak started to stroke his cock. "Are you stroking your cock?"

"Yes," Novak moaned. He used one hand to stroke his cock and the other to fondle his balls. He moaned out, his hips bucking on their own accord.

"God, you should see me, love. I'm stroking my cock, unh, God. After the final tomorrow, I'm going to fuck you so hard." Novak moaned out in frustration. "Are you close?"

"Yes, I'm ..." Novak didn't finish the sentence. He came in a sharp cry, ejaculating onto his hands and the sheets. He heard Roger come a little bit after him and he reached down and pulled the vibrator out of him. "God, I think I had a stroke," Novak said and he heard Roger chuckle. The vibrator turned off meaning Roger hit the kill switch on the remote.

"You okay over there now?" Roger asked.

"Yes, and Roger?"

"Yeah?"

"Serena is my favorite," Novak said and he heard Roger chuckle. "See you tomorrow on the court," he said before hanging up.

After the final...Roger won...

Novak let out a sigh of frustration as he entered the locker room. He went to his alcove area and breathed in deep before exhaling. It wasn't helping him calm down. The match itself was brutal. Especially that first set; 6-0. It took Roger twenty minutes to bagel him. Halfway through the first set, Novak felt his cock getting hard. His own body was betraying him. He had a hard time sitting down between changeovers. He really thought that keeping serve in the second would help him will it away, but his scream of frustration after he hit a ball wide while Roger was trying to stay on serve at 4-3, did not help and it got worse during the tie break. Then the handshake. He was fine with shaking hands with Roger, but then he put his hand on his stomach and gave it a tap. His cock twitch and he hurried to shake hands with the umpire and sat down. He had put a towel over his lap before the start of the ceremony, which he barely got through before he was allowed to leave the court. He was resting his head on his locker, trying to calm his body down when the comment from Roger last night went through his head. 'After the final tomorrow, I'm going to fuck you so hard.' Novak cursed as his body reacted to the memory last night and he hit the lockers. "Problem?" a voice asked. Novak snapped his head up and turned around to see Roger standing there.

"You are my problem," Novak said.

"Why?" Novak gestured to his groin and Roger chuckled seeing Novak's hard on.

"There is nothing funny about this. I haven't been this hard after playing you since the US Open in 07 and that was before we were a couple," Novak said. "I grimaced every time I sat down during the changeovers and you bageling me in the first set did not help." Roger chuckled as he put his bag down and walked over to his fiance. "Stop laughing. I can hardly move without it twitching."

"Poor baby," he quipped. Novak moaned as Roger backed him up against the lockers. "Do you want me to kiss it and make it better?"

"That's very fun..." Roger cut Novak off with a deep, passionate kiss. Novak couldn't help the moan coming from his mouth, but Roger could tell if it was of delight or frustration. They kissed hungrily, not wanting to stop. Novak seemed so intent on the kissing he didn't feel Roger undoing his shorts until he felt a cold breeze on his cock. Roger kissed down his neck and Novak moaned. "Roger, what...?" he started to ask.

"You want relief?" he asked. Novak nodded frantically. "Than stop talking and keep quiet," Roger ordered in a calm, commanding voice. Novak moaned softly as Roger slowly got to his knees. Novak gasped as Roger's mouth inhaled his cock and he twisted his fingers into the Swiss' hair. Roger moaned setting off vibrations around Novak's cock and the Serb moaned. Teeth scraped on the underneath of his cock and Novak leaned his head back on the lockers with his eyes closed. "Oh, God, Roger," he moaned as Roger sucked deeply. Before Novak could give warning, he came in a sharp, quiet gasped moan. No sense anyone hearing them. He moaned feeling Roger swallow all that he gave him before pulling away. Roger pulled up his shorts as he stood up and tied them back up.

"Better?" Roger asked.

"Some," Novak breathed out.

"I ever tell you how good you taste?" Roger asked. Novak shook his head before Roger captured his lips in a kiss. He moaned tasting himself on Roger's tongue. "I'll see you later tonight for that hard fuck," he said. The sentence only made Novak hard again as Roger gathered his things and headed out of the locker room.

Later that night, Roger entered his hotel room and was jumped by Novak after putting his things down. Clothes were practically torn off each other and Novak barely prepared before Roger full filled the promise of a hard fuck. They hadn't done it on a table in forever. That's where Novak found himself; bent over a table getting his ass pounded by Roger's cock, but that wasn't the end of it. As soon as they calmed down, Roger picked up Novak and began to walk towards the bedroom. However, they missed the doorway and hit the wall. So they did it there too.

When they finally did make it to the bed, they didn't stop. Two more rough housing sex sessions later, Roger and Novak were spent. They collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavily. Roger rolled off Novak and they both laid there, trying to calm down. "That was orgasmic," Novak said and Roger chuckled. "Are you sure you're thirty one?" he asked.

"Positive, why?" Roger asked pulling the condom off his cock.

"Because you acted like a horny, randy teenager the last hour," Novak said.

"Blame it on my horny, randy younger lover," the Swiss said before leaning down and kissing Novak. The Serb moaned lovingly as he laid down onto the bed. He chuckled out as Roger began to kiss his neck.

"Oh, my God, you're insatiable," he said as Roger cupped his ass with his hand. "You're such an animal," he said.

"Hmm, well, I gotta keep my fiance satisfied," Roger said.

"My ass is going to be sore after that last ass pounding you did to it," Novak said.

"How about I be gentle this time?" he asked.

"Gentle loving. I could do with that," he said before Roger slowly kissed him. "Hey, you don't suppose I could bum a ride from you on your jet? Drop me off in New Jersey?" he asked.

"I suppose I could give you a ride," Roger said. "Could give us a chance to join the mile high club."

'Oh, I hadn't thought of that," Novak said. "Well, it's going to be a short flight."

"About twenty minutes probably," Roger said. "We've done it in less time." Novak moaned as he pulled up his leg. He could do twenty minutes.

End of Chapter Seven