A delicious day to love

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Title: A delicious day to love
Pairing: Novak Djokovic/Ernests Gulbis
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 3,556
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters and this is a fiction.
Summary: The couple deals with the win and loss of their match together.
Author’s note: It is an Ernests POV story, dedicated to my dearest friend jeu_set_match. I hope you enjoy it :)



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I open the hotel door and close it behind me, wondering if Novak isn’t back yet or if he’s asleep in the dark. Oh, there are his brand-new silver tennis shoes near the bed so I suppose it’s the second case.

I took out the top seed of the Brisbane tournament today, which means that I won against my sweetheart in straight sets. It was hard to see him struggle against a low ranked player like me and it was even harder to see him go out of the stadium earlier than me, with his hair all stood up while his shoulders looked rather slumped.

It was a great day for me and I’m sure that he would congratulate me with all his heart, but I still see this as a very tricky situation. That’s why I’m doing my best not to make noise as I leave my tennis bags near the closet and walk over to the bed.

Hmm, it looks like that he’s fast asleep. Well, our match wasn’t really intense today even if we did exchange a few service breaks, but our last night was. Perhaps I shouldn’t have worn him out so much when we both had a match but it’s not like I could resist him. I remember that he was helping me shave my thighs so that it would be easier for me to get them taped but then, one thing led to another and the next minute, I wasn’t in the bathroom anymore and somehow he was on top of me on the bed.

I blush and giggle a little at the wonderful memories. Every day is a new day to get to know him better and to show him how much I love him. I really love him. There’s absolutely no doubt about it. And, I know that he loves me back. That must probably be the best feeling in the world; knowing that your love is returned with interest.

“Hey, you’re back?”

Oops, as soon as I sit on the bed, he wakes up.

“Yeah. I woke you up? Sorry.”

I smile, hoping that he would forgive me and go back to sleep.

“Nah, it’s fine. It was time to wake up anyway.” He says, looking at the clock.

“You’re going somewhere?” I ask, wondering if he had made dinner plans with someone else. “Ana? Richard? Mario?”

“What?” He laughs and sits up. His hair has risen up to a good fifteen centimeters but I find it cute.

“No, the name is Ernests.”

I have to raise my eyebrows. “You’re taking me out to dinner?”

I can’t hide the smile that hangs on my lips but quickly remember that it has been a rough day for him.

“Yeah, we have to celebrate your first win of the season! Even if I played horribly, you still sent the top seed home!”

I try to read his expression but he’s clearly not being sarcastic. Wow, he really loves me.

“Nole, we don’t have to do this. It’s just another day at the office, nothing special.”

I kick off my shoes to let him know that I’m willing to stay inside, and move closer to him.

He immediately opens his arms and I like the gesture. I have my arms around his neck in no time and I hear him chuckle at the speed of my movement.

“Don’t laugh. You are the hugging monster.” I accuse him.

“Well, you rejected my hug on court earlier.”

“Aww, did you feel rejected? I was shy! It would’ve been hard for me to pull away and you know I don’t wear those compression shorts. Anything could’ve happened.”

“It’s just a hug.” He chuckles again but I don’t care anymore. It’s good to hear him laugh actually. I missed the light laughter all day.

“So what do you want to eat?” He asks, while caressing my short hair. I rest my forehead on one of his shoulders so that his hand would go down to the back of my neck.

“You.” I answer and enjoy the feeling of his fingers soothing my neck. I love having his fingers there. It helps me relax.

“I asked about food, Ernie. If you want, you can have me after dinner.”

“Really?” My head snaps up and I see him nod.

“Whoa, what a great day and night for me.” I say in a dreamy voice and it must’ve looked quite adorable since he smiles and gives me a kiss.

As usual, I hang onto his shoulders and refuse to end the kiss. It’s very nice kissing him. I don’t think I had been much of a kisser in my previous relationships but everything’s quite different with Novak. It’s really nice touching him.

And, it’s always nice to know that he feels the same way about me. He doesn’t even hide the fact that he likes touching me. Well, no need to hide it when we’re in our own room but these days, it doesn’t look like he hesitates that much in locker rooms either. But I’m not complaining. I like the stares we get, or rather I get for being his boyfriend. I know that some players are jealous and it’s nice to smile brightly in front of them.

“Mmm…”

I let out a moan as I feel his hands wander around my waist, slowly going lower. I know that his hands haven’t reached their destination yet, but I can never stand the anticipation without letting out a sound.

A little lower, ah, that’s right. You’re almost there. Keep going.

I encourage his hands and kiss him with a higher level of urgency. He can make me hot so easily.

And, finally, his hands get there. I try not to moan out too loud and it is easier than I thought since I hear him laugh.

“What are you laughing at?” I pout a little. He shouldn’t be laughing.

“Your butt definitely got bigger, Ernie. I told you that you had too many cupcakes at Christmas.”

“Well, I didn’t see you complain last night.” I clearly remember how much time and effort he spent on and in my butt last night.

“Ha, last night already feels like a few nights ago.”

That statement just proves how much of a hard day he had spent today. I feel genuinely sorry for him.

“I can always remind you what last night was like… if you let me.” I make sure my voice is low just as he likes it.

“As I said, we can do that after dinner.”

“Nole! Who cares about dinner? I know I don’t.” I pull the front of his T-shirt but he stops my hand.

“I want to have dinner with you, Ernie. Don’t say no. It’s been a good day for you.”

“My day was okay but my boyfriend lost.” I point out.

“Well, too bad for him but I’m sure he’ll still like to have a cozy dinner with you. He really enjoys those nice meals, you know.”

Of course, I know. Our meals together are just as nice as our kisses.

“Fine. We’ll go out and eat, and then I’ll have my dessert all night.” I give him a meaningful look.

“Hello, mister. You have a match to play tomorrow. Don’t tell me you’ll play like crap after beating me today.”

He places a quick kiss on my nose and at my freckles under the eyes before getting up from the bed.

I still don’t feel like going out but I know that I will certainly enjoy it once I’m out. I just have to stop thinking about all the things that he and I could do in this bed.

“People will be amazed if they ever find out how horny my boyfriend is.” He seems to have read my mind.

“Hey, I’m offended!”

I protest but I close my mouth when he takes off his white T-shirt to change into more presentable clothes. I like to keep my mouth shut, at least when it’s talking, whenever he shows me some skin. It helps me concentrate better.

“You should get dressed too. I’m taking you out to a pretty formal restaurant. You brought your suit, right?”

I nod and see his T-shirt lying on the chair. That’s one of the T-shirts that I don’t really like him wearing. It has an ugly ‘08’ written on the left bottom and the shirt just doesn’t bring anything unique to the table. I should somehow get rid of that, now that it has finally become 2009.

“Ernie? Is everything okay? You’re tired?”

He looks at me with a worried face but I shake my head. He doesn’t have to know about the fate of his beloved T-shirt.

I watch him take off his shorts and put on some nice pants. He actually looks good in a suit even though I prefer him in casual clothes, or better, without clothes.

“Ernie.”

“Okay. I’ll get dressed.”

I know that he knows I’m watching him.

“What do you say to a French restaurant? Richie actually recommended me a good place.”

“French is fine.” I smile and my heart is lightened when I see him smile back.

“Great!”

He wants a dinner date? Fine. I can do that but when we walk back into this room later, everything will be on my own terms. I mean, everything.

“God, Nole…”

Well, so much for everything being on my own terms. I think we spent roughly two and a half hours eating, chattering and occasionally sharing light kisses in the restaurant. We forgot about our jobs, our win and loss today and just became Novak and Ernests. It was really nice.

And, you know what else is really nice? Well, I bet the whole world knows the answer by now. Yes, having his hands all over me.

“You’re so soft…”

I know that, dear. Why does he think I put all that pricey body cream after each shower?

“Oh, I am?” I pretend that I don’t know what he’s talking about.

“Yes, your skin is just…”

I beam and wait for the next word while I realize that he has already gotten me down to my boxers against the door.

“Delicious.”

Hmm, not a bad choice of word. I pull up his head from my shoulder to give him a rewarding kiss and can’t stop myself from laughing at his hair.

“What?”

He tries to smooth his hair but I stop him.

“Leave it that way. It looks funny.”

He gives me a face but I know that he doesn’t mind. We are way past being insecure about our ugly looks. We’re in love.

I slowly push him towards the bed, making sure that he doesn’t trip over something on the floor. He can make the room quite messy. Good for him that he’s with someone as tidy as me!

The back of his knees soon hit the foot of the bed and I put some more pressure on his chest so he’ll have no other option than to lie down.

Huh... Why is he still wearing everything? I waste no time and take off his suit. I can have unbelievably fast hands when I want to, and this is exactly the right time to get them into use.

“What’s the rush?” He lies still and helps me undress him by lifting the right body parts at the right moments.

“I’m craving for dessert.” My mouth is dry and I lay myself on him for a mouth-watering kiss.

The feeling of having his bare body under me is always electrifying and soothing at the same time. He’s so warm, so ready. It’s a blessing that we never had a problem about wanting each other so badly. It would be embarrassing if he couldn’t match the daily quotas of my burning passion.

“Congratulations again. I’m really happy for you.”

I don’t need to look into his eyes to realize that he’s telling the truth. I can hear it, feel it while my hands and lips are busy enjoying his chest. I don’t know what his fans think, but I personally think that he has just the right amount of hair on his chest. I even use his chest hair to read the future; usually to find out if I would win my next match.

I feel like asking his chest whether I’d be able to win tomorrow against Paul-Henri Mathieu or not, so I rub the middle of his chest a couple of times before looking at the whirl closely. Huh, it’s not clockwise but the other way around. Too bad.

“Something’s wrong?” He props himself up on his elbows and looks at me with curiosity in his eyes.

“No, nothing’s wrong unless we’re out of condoms.”

“I’m sure we’re not. I bought a really huge box this time.”

“Oh, right. The one you tried to sneak in my bag at the airport.” I remember now.

“Hey, I just didn’t have enough space in my own bags.”

“Well, in that case, you should learn how to organize things better in your bag. Probably starting with your new tennis bag.”

“Are you going to lecture me while I lie down here all cold or are you going to warm me up?” He grumbles and my senses are brought back to reality. I kiss him on one of the thighs before jumping off the bed to get rid of my annoying boxers and to find a condom.

“Found it!”

I say it out loud with a proud smile and tear the package open. It’s party time.

“Lalalalaaa…”

I like to sing, resting my head on his chest after some good love-making with him. I don’t remember when I picked up this habit but he likes to hear me sing and I know he’ll kiss me when my never-ending song eventually ends.

“Lalilaleelaa…”

“Ahahaha, what kind of a song is that?” His laughter makes my head move on his chest.

“Is it a happy song or…”

“Of course it’s a happy song! I’m currently singing about how yummy my dessert was.” I cut his words and lift my head a little to place two long kisses on his chest.

He wipes off the lingering bead of sweat from my forehead before giving me a kiss on the top of my head. Nice.

“We need to get cleaned up.” He suggests and I agree.

“Round two in the shower or after the shower?” I ask with my most innocent voice.

“You have a match tomorrow, Ernie.”

Who cares? His chest hair already told me that I was going to lose. I’d rather enjoy the night than saving my energy for something that fate has already chosen for me.

“Nole… you know that once isn’t enough. And, I’ll sleep better after another spicy round.”

I look up from his chest and smile with all my heart. I am aware that he has an extremely soft spot for my starry smile. Well, now that I think about it, who doesn’t?

“You’ll probably feel tired when we get you under warm water. I took a nap but you didn’t.”

“But if I don’t feel tired, are we on?”

“Ernie, I bet great champions all withheld sex to a certain extent.”

“I’ll be a different champion then.”

I simply ignore his chuckle and get up from the bed, dragging him towards the bathroom. I’m only holding his hand but I feel so powerful and loved. Nice.

“Ernie!!”

No, unlike what your dirty minds might be thinking, he’s not crying out my name because I sent him to heaven again. He’s actually calling my name in horror because I picked up a pair of scissors while straddling his hips.

“Jesus, Ernie!”

“Don’t worry. You know I’m not into pain. I just have to see this T-shirt go.”

I start cutting the white T-shirt right in the middle, making sure that I’m not hurting my scared boyfriend. As he had predicted, I did feel a little tired after the shower so we got dressed to get some sleep. But I couldn’t close my eyes in peace, knowing that he’s sleeping in that ugly T-shirt. No way.

“But Ernie! I like this shirt!”

He tries to sit up, but since I’m still cutting, he just groans and lies back down. Good boy.

“This is an ’08 shirt and it’s ’09 now, Nole. You should live in the present.” I put on my most convincing voice and finish my job.

There you go. He looks much better without a shirt anyway.

“Tomorrow I’ll need to borrow one of yours then.”

“Why? What are you doing tomorrow?” I ask, slightly worried that it might hurt him. Usually, he’s the one that asks me that question and then I tell him how I’m going to make him love me until the morning birds sing.

“Well, since you cut the only shirt I had that’s not in the hotel’s laundry, you’ll have to lend me one. And, as for tomorrow, I was thinking about sticking around here for a couple of more days and hit with you.”

“Haha, thank you for the support but I don’t think I’ll be in the tournament for a couple of more days. I might go out tomorrow.”

“Nah, you can make it through a few more days. It’s going to be your break-through year.”

I know he’s trying to encourage me but still, the idea of me staying in a tournament for a few more days sounds far from reality. But I don’t blame him. He obviously doesn’t know how to read the future on his own chest.

“What about next week? You asked for the wildcard in Auckland you were thinking about?” I change the subject and it’s good to see him follow along.

“Yeah, and they told me right away that I was in.”

I smile at his light voice. He seems to be relieved to get another week to prepare for the Australian Open.

“So you’re following me to Auckland?” I stick out my tongue.

“Exactly! I heard they have some cute boys over there, so I can’t let you wander around and pick up one of them, can I?”

“Who says that I’ll pick only one of them?” I laugh with my head thrown back and as I expected, his lips instantly land on my neck.

“That was a naughty answer.” He says as he nibbles my skin. It feels good.

“Mmm… Nole…” I can’t really blame my mouth for being honest.

“Ernie, you know how I feel about you, right? You know you don’t have to worry about our matches together. I’ll still love you the same.”

I don’t think that I needed or wanted to hear something that was so obvious, but apparently, I was wrong. My heart is definitely beating stronger and for some reason, I just let out a sigh of relief.

“I know that, Nole.”

I lean to my right to put the scissors on the far end of the bedside table and wrap his torso with my arms. I hope he doesn’t catch a cold even if he sleeps without a shirt. Well, I can always wrap myself around him and keep him warm. That should be nice.

“Just so you know too, I’ll still love you the same even if you can’t defend your Australian Open title.”

“Wow, what a relief! I couldn’t sleep for days, thinking that you might run off to the new champion!”

I giggle against his shoulder and whisper into his ear. “I really mean it, Nole. It doesn’t matter. It’s okay even if we have really bad days. It’s okay. You’re born to play tennis and to go out with me. So whatever happens, you’ll still be doing both.”

I move my arms and caress his back. It’s great that his T-shirt faced death. I can feel my hands directly on his skin and I know that we are both comforted by this incredible feeling.

“I wasn’t there today. I just wasn’t there.”

I can hear a raindrop of disbelief and a teardrop of pain in his voice.

“I know. It’s okay. As you said, no need to be pessimistic. It’s just a small tournament.”

“Yeah. I’ll do much better next week, right?” He says in his usual jolly voice.

“I have no doubt about that.” I smile for one last time before asking, “Shall we go to sleep now?”

“Haha, I told you you’ll be tired.”

“Yeah, you were right.”

I yawn and go back under the bedcovers with him. While he turns off the light, I set the alarm clock and we naturally pull each other close to our bodies.

“Good night, Ernie.”

He kisses the top of my head that quickly found its place on his chest and I can’t help but pouring out my love for him.

“Love you too, Nole.”

Ehehe, it’s nice. It really is.