Chapter Twelve: ATP Finals

Entering the hotel, Novak spotted his lover right away at the concierge desk. Roger was looking hot and he found himself staring as his mother and brothers wrangled their bags together. Roger was wearing a charcoal gray Henley shirt, black coat, dark blue jeans with Nike tennis shoes. A plaid blue scarf was wrapped around his neck. He licked his lips at the sight of his lover. It wasn't until he heard his brothers snickering that he realized that he was staring. "Novak, you are staring, honey," his mother said as Marko elbowed Novak in the back.

"I can't help it that he dresses good. When he dresses like that, it's for me," Novak said. Roger didn't seem to notice them as he handed a paper to the hotel employee. Novak's arm started to jerk and he looked down to see that Pierre had spotted Roger at the desk. As much as he hated to admit it, his dog loved Roger, too. Probably more than Novak. He had caught the two of them in bed together, with Roger rubbing Pierre's stomach, numerous times. Sometimes, it made him a little jealous.

"Looks like Pierre wants to say hi to his other daddy," Djorde said. Marko came up on the other side of Novak with a smile.

"What?" he asked Marko.

"I got an idea. Let the leash go, Pierre runs to Roger and you chase after him and.."

"I'm not using my dog as a patsy," Novak said.

"Oh, Roger's bending over," Djorde said and Novak's head whipped around. Both brothers snickered as he saw Roger had not bent over. "Use the dog, Nole."

"Let the leash go," Marko said and the two of them started to egg him on. With a sigh, Novak let go of Pierre's leash and the poodle mix bolted to Roger. "Now go after him." Novak jutted his elbow out into Marko's gut before heading after his dog. "Ow," Marko cringed holding his stomach.

Roger felt something pawing at his leg and then heard whining. He looked down to see Pierre jumping up and down. "Well, look who we have here," he said as he bent down to pick up his fiance's dog. Pierre was a popular pet among the ATP tour and he was a friendly dog; to most. Some players he did not like really well. "Where's your daddy?" he asked as the dog excitedly licked his chin. He chuckled as he made it difficult to sign in. "He likes me very much," he said to the girl at the counter, who was trying hard not to laugh.

"I don't know why." Roger looked up to see Novak coming up to him. "Sorry, he got away from me."

"Uh, huh," Roger said as Novak took the protesting Pierre from his arms. Dijana chuckled as she came up behind her son and began to check every one in. She distracted the front desk woman as Novak moved closer to Roger. "I can't help it that your dog likes me, Novak."

"He likes your belly rubs," Novak said. Roger chuckled as he discreetly passed him one of his hotel room keys.

"As much as I love your dog back, you're going to have to leave him when you come over tonight," Roger said as Berdych came up to them.

"Hey, Djokovic, you brought Pierre." He went to pet him, but the little ball of white fluff snapped at him before barking at him. Pierre didn't like it when someone interrupted his daddies. "Oh, what the hell?"

"Sorry, Berdych," Novak said as Pierre let Roger give him a scratch behind the ear.

"How come Roger gets to pet him and I don't?"

"It's Roger," Novak said causing Berdych to scoff. "Plus, Pierre can sense evil," he added and Roger chuckled softly as the Czech sulked away. "You're such a good boy, yes you are," Novak praised to Pierre. Roger collected his bags and winked at Novak before heading to the elevators.

Later that night, Novak came to Roger's room with Pierre in his arms. He placed the poodle mix onto the floor after entering the room. "Go find, Poppa," he said and the dog took off into the bedroom. There was a startled gasp as Pierre barked out.

"Novak, you were suppose to leave him in your room," Roger said from in the bedroom. When Novak came into the bedroom, he saw his fiance, in a towel, rubbing his dog's belly.

"I couldn't say no to our child," Novak said getting onto the bed. "Besides, he's our warning bell," he added picking up the dog from the bed. He placed him out in the sitting room with a toy before closing the door. He locked the door before turning back to look at Roger with a feral look. "And he knows when to leave his daddies alone," he added.

"Yeah, he does." Novak got onto the bed, straddling Roger's waist. He didn't stay there for long. Roger sat up and grabbed him before turning them over. They began to undress each other slowly before things heated up as Roger's hand clasped onto Novak's ass. Novak moaned into Roger's mouth and his legs automatically wrapped around Roger's waist. His moan got louder when he felt two fingers entered him at once. He didn't even hear Roger open the lube. "I'm slick enough, Roger. Put it in me and let's make love already." Roger chuckled at his fiance's impatience. He tore open a condom and rolled it on before hitching up Novak's hips. They both groaned out as Roger eased into him slowly. Novak's legs wrapped around his waist and he groaned into Novak's neck. Once all the way into his lover, Roger began to thrust in and out of him. Novak's arms wrapped around Roger's neck, weaving his fingers through the brown curls. Roger slowly made love to him and he was enjoying every moment. "Unh, Roger, yes," he moaned as Roger changed angles and hit his sweet spot again and again. Novak unhooked his arms from Roger's neck and his head bent back. Roger reached over and intertwined their hands together. Novak's legs tightened around Roger's waist and Roger groaned before reaching in between them and began to pump his lover's cock to the timing of his thrusts. Novak let out a mewling moan as Roger kissed his neck on his weak spot.

"Come for me, baby," Roger whispered intensely into Novak's ear. Novak's free hand dug into Roger's back as the hand joined with Roger's tightened, the knuckles going white as he was approaching his climax. His eyes rolled up into the back of his head in pleasure and he let out a gasping moan before Roger felt his hot liquid in his hand as Novak came. A few more thrusts as Novak's muscles clenched around his cock and he came as well. They both breathed heavily together as Roger placed small kisses over Novak's face. "I love you," he said.

"I love you, too," Novak said before Roger pulled out of him and they got cleaned up before going to sleep.

The night before the final...

Roger had just entered his hotel room when his phone went off. He groaned as he put his bags down and got his phone out of his pocket. He answered it without looking at the caller id. "Hello?" he asked.

"Hey, you," a familiar phone said. He chuckled hearing Novak. They hadn't talked all day, nor have they'd seen each other. Then he remembered the time of day and looked at the clock. It read 9:03.

"You are past the deadline," he teased.

"Only by three minutes," Novak said and Roger chuckled as he put his bag by the door.

"Rules are rules, love."

"Rules are meant to be broken," Novak said a few octaves lower. Roger let out a small laugh as he went a little red. This wasn't fair. Usually it was him that used that voice on Novak to get a rise out of him. "Now, hang up and come to bed." Roger stood there shocked after Novak hung up the phone. He hung up as well and made his way to the bedroom. He chuckled in disbelief when he saw Novak standing there in one of Roger's shirts. A green one to bring out his eyes.

"Okay, this is way beyond the rules." Novak chuckled as he walked over to Roger. "I know what your trying to do."

"What's that?" Novak asked as he reached up and began to pull the zipper of his jacket down.

"You're trying to seduce me," Roger said.

" I haven't seen or talked to my finace all day."

"Well, you've seen and talked to me. You have to go," Roger said as Novak took off his jacket.

"You aren't going to kick me out," Novak said causing Roger to chuckled. He stepped back and began to unbutton the shirt.

"And just what do you mean by that? Novak, there's a reason we have the rule. You need to ..." he didn't finish because Novak let the shirt fall and Roger was stunned into silence. Novak was naked. "Go," he finished.

"I'm sorry. What were you saying?" Novak asked. Before Novak could react, Roger was on him. Arms around his torso, lips on lips, hips to hips. Roger moaned into Novak's mouth as they kissed. Novak reached down and began to pull up Roger's shirt. He smirked as Roger let him before putting his lips back onto his. He knew he had Roger all the way when the 17 Grand Slam lifted him up and threw him on the bed.

Hours later, after the final...

Roger cursed in Swiss German softly, barely moving his lips as he sat down on his bench. He was hard. Really hard. He normally didn't get hard after playing Novak, but after the surprise visit from his fiance, his very naked fiance, all he could think about while playing him on the court, was the naked form of Novak in the throes of passion. Now he knows how Novak feels after playing him. Especially after Cincinnati. He started getting hard halfway through the first set and it got worse when Novak won the tiebreak and got even worse when Novak broke him to win the match. He groaned as he remember Novak's finger gracing his hip when he passed after the photo ops were done. It was risky and Novak knew Roger got excited when they did stuff in public like that. His cock had twitched and he nearly came at the touch of his younger lover.

Roger endured his press conference with the erection and answered the questions as best as he could. Once he was done, he high tailed it out of there and into the locker room. He breathed out as he tried to will it away before he went into the showers. "Not a good feeling is it?" Roger looked up to see Novak with his cocky grin.

"No, it isn't," Roger said.

"Now you know how I feel," Novak said as he came in front of Roger. "Serves you right for kicking my ass in Wimbledon and Cincinnati." Roger chuckled as Novak knelt in front of him.

"Shouldn't you be doing press?" Roger asked.

"Not when my lover is in pain," Novak said. He leaned forward and kissed Roger. The Swiss leaned forward as well, responding to the kiss. He moaned softly prompting Novak to climb onto his lap. He groaned when their cocks pressed together and if it was possible, he found himself growing harder. Novak moaned along with him and he put his legs around Roger's waist.

"You won the match. How do you want me?" Roger asked.

"I'll do that tonight," Novak said. "Right now, you need relief and the only way for that is to fuck me," he said. Roger nearly came at Novak's words and then Novak pulled off his shirt. "Take me right here, right now, against the lockers." Roger wasted no time and lift Novak up. The Serb let out a moan of pleasure and pain when his back made contact with the lockers. Novak's shorts and underwear were quickly shed and they were quickly joined by Roger's. Roger had retrieved a condom from the bag after Novak assured him they didn't need lube. He rolled the condom on, his eyes rolling up when his cock twitched. Novak chuckled knowing the control he had over Roger. Roger shut him up when he spread his cheeks and eased his cock into Novak's heat. Novak's head bent back in pleasure, eyes rolling up into the eyelids. It was Roger's turn to smirk and chuckle as he started to thrust in and out of Novak. The Serb moaned as Roger kissed his neck, nipping the skin. Roger groaned with him as he changed angles and Novak gasped when Roger's cock hit his prostate over and over again. "Oh, God, yes, Roger."

"Oh, Novak," he groaned into his neck. They stopped thrusting to gaze at each other before Novak surged forward and they kissed, deeply and passionately. The heat of the kiss intensified the love making and Roger clasped his hand around Novak's cock. Novak moaned into Roger's mouth as the hand pumped and pulled his cock. Between kisses he muttered Serbian and next thing Roger knew, his future husband gasped out a moan, breaking the kissing altogether as he came sharply. Roger buried his head into Novak's neck as he came right behind him, in a deep low moan. "Holy shit," he muttered and Novak chuckled. "How are you going to top that later on?"

"I'll think of something," Novak said as Roger sat down on the bench. He glanced over to the clock and groaned.

"Are you late?"

"By five minutes," Novak said resting his head on Roger's shoulder.

"You should go," he said. "Unless you want the press people to come in here and find us basking in our after glow."

"It would save us the trouble of having to come out," Novak said. Roger gave him a stern look prompting him to slip off his lap. "I'll see you later tonight," he said gathering his clothes.

"All right," Roger said. They kissed once more before Novak headed off to clean up.

That night, Novak and Roger had one more celebration before going to sleep.

End of Chapter Twelve

Author's Note: The next two chapters are going to a two parter. The wedding! So, it may take me a while because I don't want to make them too short. I kinda rushed this chapter and I don't want to do that.