Chapter Twenty-Three: Christmas Meetings II

Djokovic Residence...Belgrade, Serbia

Roger finished buttoning up his shirt as Novak pulled on a sweater. "I look okay?" Roger asked presenting himself to his fiance. Novak looked over to look him over.

"You look fine," Novak said. "My Aunt Mira might make a run for you because she actually liked you before I started playing tennis more," he said. Roger chuckled before wrapping his arms around Novak.

"Hate to break it to her, but I'm more into her nephew," Roger said causing Novak to chuckle. He leaned in close and the two kissed softly. "We going to go downstairs?" he asked.

"Might as well," Novak said gathering the tray. They came out of the bedroom and headed down the hall to the top of the stairs. They heard commotion down in the living room and quietly crept down the steps and headed down the hall to the kitchen. The swinging door opened and his mother almost ran into them.

"Oh, I was wondering what was taking you guys so long," she said. She took the tray from Novak and gestured to the kitchen. "Every one is in the living room. They know it's you," she said pointing to Roger.

"And?" Novak asked as she put the tray on the counter.

"Some are still in shock," she said causing them to chuckle. Srdjan came into the kitchen from the living room. He walked over to the coffee table, not saying anything as he poured coffee into a mug.

"Roger," he said calmly causing his wife to groan in despair.

"Mr. Djokovic," Roger said with a small smile.

"Actually, you'll have to start calling me 'Srdjan' since apparently you and my son are now engaged," he said. "Congratulations by the way," he added before leaving the kitchen.

"Why do I feel like we just told him his dog died?" Roger asked causing Novak to chuckle. He grasped his fiance's hand and kissed his knuckles.

"He's still ..."

"Getting used to us dating," Roger said.

"I mean, he only found out we were dating in May and here we are engaged all of a sudden," Novak said. "It's a lot to take in."

"Are we ready to meet the family?" Dijana asked.

"Might as well," Roger said as Novak pulled him toward the kitchen door that led out to the living room. Dijana went in first with a smile.

"Here they are," she said before Novak entered the room. Behind him was Roger, their hands clasped together. Novak's aunts were greeting him exuberantly as they stood up. He let go of Roger's hand to hug his aunts.

"Introduce me to your fellow, Novak," his Aunt Mira said into his ear. Novak turned a little red before pulling away from Mira.

"Aunt Mira, Roger. Roger, my Aunt Mira." She made a beeline for Roger, who was taken aback as she wrapped her arms around him. "Mum's sister," Novak said.

"Yeah, I kinda figured that when she enveloped me in the bear hug," Roger said causing everyone to chuckle. Mira then began talking in rapid Serbian, Roger getting confused very quickly.

"Whoa, Aunt Mira. He doesn't speak Serbian like that yet. He only knows a few words," Novak said.

"Do those words include ones said in the bedroom?" Marko asked. Both Roger and Novak went red immediately.

"Marko," Dijana scolded.

"What? I couldn't pass it up," Marko said. His mother smacked his arm as Novak dragged Roger along the room, introducing him to family members. For several minutes, Novak and Roger made the rounds of the room. Some were still a little apprehensive with Roger as Novak's boyfriend, but most gave him a big hug after he was introduced. Of course most were the females of the family. By the time supper time came around, Roger was just like a family member. However there was one family member that still was not present and Novak really wanted Roger to meet him.

Just then the doorbell rang and Dijana went to answer the door. A joyful sound from his mother caused Novak to look up and see his grandfather, Valdimir. She thanked the home nurse who drove him from his apartment before bringing him into the living room. He seemed in high spirits as he talked with his mother and when he looked up, he saw his grandson. He smiled seeing Novak waving to him. Novak walked over to him and they hugged. "Hey, grandpa," Novak said.

"Hello yourself, Novak," Vladimir said. "So, did you bring him with you?"

"Yes, I did," Novak said.

"Well, I'm not getting any younger. Introduce me to him." Novak laughed as he went over to get Roger away from his fleeting Aunts.

"I have to borrow him for a few minutes," he said before pulling Roger away causing his aunts to groan in disappointment.

"Your timing is impeccable," Roger said kissing him on the cheek. "Where are you dragging me to? Hallway closet for a quickie?"

"Mind out of the gutter, Federer. You're meeting a grandparent." Roger chuckled as Novak came up to an elderly man. "Grandpa, this is Roger. Roger, this is my grandpa, Vladimir."

"Very nice to meet you, sir," Roger said holding out his hand. If Novak's grandfather was a bit shocked to see Roger Federer standing before him, he didn't show it.

"Yes. Nice to meet you as well," Vladimir said and they shook hands. "So, you are my grandson's special fella?" he asked causing Novak and Roger to chuckle.

"If you want to call me that, that's fine," Roger said. Vladimir chuckled along with them before noticing the ring on Novak's finger.

"What is that, Nole?" he asked pointing to Novak's left hand. Novak seemed to freeze as everyone in the room had heard him ask and saw him point to the ring. His aunts seemed to breathe in a sharp intake of breath while others just waited for him to answer.

"Um," Novak exclaimed before clearing his throat. "My engagement ring," he said and looked toward his family. "Roger proposed while we were in London and I said yes," he said. There was a dead quiet through the room before cheers echoed through the room. Before they knew it, Novak's family was gathered around them to give them congratulations.

"Someone break out some champagne!" someone shouted. They weren't sure who that was. They think is was either Djorde or Marko.

At the end of the day, Roger ended up with three sweaters, two shirts and a new watch from the Djokovic family. As well as everlasting respect. Novak entered his childhood bedroom to find Roger sorting his gifts, including the new camera he had bestowed upon his fiance. "I love this camera," he said.

"Thought you'd like it," Novak said closing the door. Roger walked over to him and pressed him up against the door.

"I love it, Novak. Not like. Love," he said causing Novak to chuckle. They kissed softly as Roger clasped their hands together and moved Novak's arms up above his head. Novak moaned when Roger's knee eased in between his legs and pressed against his groin. "Just like how I love you," he said into his ear. Novak moaned as his rode Roger's thigh as he kissed down his neck.

"Roger," he gasped when he nipped his sensitive spot. His hands clasped tighter around Roger's, the ring on his left hand digging into their skin. He let out a little moan before Roger pulled him away from the door. Clothes were shed rather quickly before they landed on the bed, sideways. Both were laughing as they hung over both sides of the bed. "This isn't going to work," Novak said before they moved so they were both on the bed, mostly. Roger hovered over Novak with a look of heated passion at him. He kept eye contact with Novak as he reached into the bedside table for a condom. Novak glanced toward the table, but Roger pulled his head back.

"Don't look away. Keep your eyes on mine." Novak nodded as Roger tore open a condom and slipped it on, never looking away from Novak. He raised up Novak's hips, still keeping eye contact and pushed into him. Both groaned and moaned as Roger's cock eased into Novak's ass. It was still slick from the morning sexual interludes. "God, you feel so good around my cock," Roger exclaimed as he moved up to the hilt.

"Put your legs around my waist." Serbian legs clasped around the Swiss waist and both moaned simultaneously, eyes closing at the same time.

"Oh, God," Novak let slip and Roger chuckled and he went to open his mouth. "Yes, I know. Call you 'Roger'. God," Novak gasped out. He pulled Roger down to kiss him passionately before moving his hips. Roger moved his hips, getting a soft moan from his lover underneath him. They moved together in a torrid rhythm, gasping and moaning. They were also hoping they didn't break the bed. It creaked and groaned with each of their thrusts. Novak's arms came around Roger, grasping his shoulders tightly. His nails dug into his skin and he moaned out as well. His younger lover dragged the nails down, red lines appearing. One nail actually drew blood that caused Roger to hiss in pleasurable pain. If there ever was such a thing. It wasn't the first time Novak's sharp nails drew blood.

Roger retaliated by sharpening his thrusts into Novak. The Serb gasped out, arching up into Roger. He squeezed his legs tighter around him and they both grunted animalistically. Roger's hand grasped Novak's ass and squeezed it roughly. Novak pulled his hands away and gripped the headboard of the groaning bed. It banged against the wall every other thrust from the two lovers. The four time Grand Slam champion was getting a little loud so his sixteen Grand Slam fiance silenced him with a kiss. They moaned into each others mouths as the pace grew faster. Roger then decided to reach in between them and gripped Novak's cock. Novak's hips jerked at the sudden touch accompanied by his surprised gasp. "Roger," he moaned.

Roger reached up and unclenched one hand from the headboard as he pulled and squeezed the cock in his other hand. Novak moaned out in Roger's mouth before he moved his mouth down to kiss Novak's neck. He used his knees as leverage to thrust in and out of Novak. He groaned as Novak's muscles clenched around his cock. "Oh, Novak, so tight," he moaned out into his lover's ear. Novak let go of the headboard with his other hand and twisted it in his lover's hair. "Are you close?" Roger asked.

"Yes, I am," Novak said. No sooner did he say that, his orgasm hit him unexpectedly and he arched up into Roger with a guttural gasp. His muscles clenched down ever tighter around Roger's cock and the Swiss let out a deep groan when he came. They collapsed on the bed which let out a groan along with theirs. A sigh of relief was more like it. "Oh, God that was great," Novak said.

"Yeah, it was." They both chuckled as they untangled themselves. Novak grunted when Roger pulled out of him and they spooned together on the small bed. "I'm surprised we didn't break the bed." Roger chuckled as pulled off the dead condom. He tossed it away and pulled Novak even closer to him.

"I think that groan it did when we finished was a sigh of relief," Roger said. Novak laughed out loud as Roger kissed his neck. "Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas," Novak said.

Novak yawned as he walked downstairs the next morning. He walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table. "Morning," he said to Marko. His younger brother groaned unintelligibly before pouring some coffee into a mug. "What is wrong with you?" he asked.

"I didn't sleep last night," Marko said.

"Why?' he asked.

"Because something kept banging on the wall next to my room." Novak went a deep red as the door opened to reveal Roger. Marko went over to him with a glare.

"What?"

"Next time you're here for Christmas and want to copulate, make sure the bed is pulled away from the wall." Roger turned the same color red as Novak. "Or at least do it on the floor."

"Sorry," Roger said with a smile.

"Oh, glad someone found it amusing."

"Well, we had to get you back for that comment during the party some how," Roger said.

"That wall on that side bounced with each bang. I didn't sleep for fear you might go at it again," Marko said causing Roger to chukle.

"We got caught up in the heat of the moment," Novak said. Marko groaned as he left the kitchen and Dijana walked into the kitchen.

"Why does Marko look like he's been through hell?"

"Because he heard Roger and I last night," Novak said. At his mother's confused look, he continued. "The bed kept hitting the wall."

"Oh," she said before her eyes went wide. "Oh, and his room is right next door to yours," she said. "Gotcha," she said. "Pull the bed away from the wall tonight."

"Actually, I think Roger and I will go to my loft for the rest of our stay," Novak said.

"Doesn't matter if we pull the bed away from the wall," Roger said. "We're too loud."

"That's funny. I didn't hear you," Dijana said.

"That's cause yours and Dad's bedroom is downstairs, Mum," Novak said causing his mother to chuckle.

"Well, at least you know he'll never walk in on you," she said causing them to chuckle.

End of Chapter Twenty Three