Driving date
Title: Driving date
Pairing: Novak Djokovic/Ernest Gulbis
Other character: Mario Ancic
Rating: R
Word count: 3,163
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters and this is a fiction.
Summary: Novak takes his boyfriend out on a driving date in his shiny new car.
Author's note: Just because I wanted to write something domestic with my OTP :)
“A driving date?”
Ernests asked back, wondering where Novak got the idea from.
“Yeah, I haven’t properly showed you around the city, have I? We were always too busy doing what we do best when we had time to come back home.”
The two giggled, perfectly aware that what they really did best wasn’t even close to a sport called tennis.
“I suppose that means you’re going to give me a ride in that shiny new Mercedes!”
Ernests twinkled his eyes, thinking about the car which Novak had received as a gift along with his Tennis Masters Cup trophy.
“Ah, my clever boy.”
Novak pinched the Latvian’s cheek and held out the car key. “Do you want to drive?”
Ten minutes later, Ernests was staring at the back seats of the silver Mercedes with his mouth open.
‘How can it be this messy? I thought this was a new car! So much for a romantic driving date, duh.’
He was waiting for Novak to lock the door of their house and get in the driver’s seat. At first, he had wanted to drive himself but then he had figured that that he rather wanted to take pictures of the beautiful city, listening to Novak’s explanations. And, to be a little bit more honest, he didn’t feel like driving such a dirty car.
“I checked the gas valve and all the windows are properly closed.” The Serb reported as he climbed into his seat when he noticed that his boyfriend wasn’t smiling anymore.
“What’s wrong?”
Ernests pointed an accusing finger towards the back seats. “I thought this was a brand new car.”
“Oh, I’ll clean that afterwards. We won’t need the back seats anyway, unless you want to enjoy some inside-car action.” Novak chuckled, thinking that the idea might not be too bad.
“We’re not going to start driving unless we clean up that mess, Nole.” Ernests crossed his arms.
“Uh, we could start driving and not look back. The city’s not in the back seats, you know.” Novak didn’t understand why the Latvian would be upset about a little less organized, useless space in the back.
“Tell me something, Nole. Why do you have to be so messy? Even your bench is messy on court.”
“Tell me something, Ernie. Why do you have to be so picky? Not everyone is born to be that neat.”
“Excuse me? Well, I’m pretty sure that you wouldn’t have minded Gasquet being neat!”
“Oh, please, would you stop bitching about… Sorry. Bad choice of word.”
Ernests snorted, “Well, talking about bitching, Bitchard Gasquet called at the house while you were out.”
Novak’s jaw dropped at how his ex-boyfriend and current friend was called, and Ernests apologized quickly.
“Sorry. I shouldn’t have called him like that. But how can you still be such great friends with him?” Ernests pulled out a spare plastic bag that he used to carry in his bag and turned towards the back seats.
“Why not? Just because we went out together in the past? And, who are you to judge? You and Karlis hang out like great too!”
“He and I were never that close like you and Bitcha… sorry, Richard.”
Ernests dropped his head and started collecting the garbage. He had no idea where this insane jealousy was coming from. He was aware that Richard and his boyfriend’s relationship was over but something still bothered him and made him moody.
“Hey, give me your hand.” Novak’s voice was at least ten times gentler than before and Ernests’ hand automatically reached out for a warm touch.
“I’ve never loved anyone more than I love you now. You know that, right?”
Ernests nodded as he felt his boyfriend take his hand in both hands.
“I love you, Ernie. Don’t doubt it. I get hurt whenever you question my feelings.”
Ernests’ head snapped up. “I’m not questioning your feelings! I just… I just want to make sure that there’s only me inside here.”
He lifted his other hand that wasn’t in his boyfriend’s hands and rested it on the pumping heart. “I don’t want to share this place with anyone else. Not even a little. I don’t care if you think that I’m selfish. I just want it that way.”
Novak caressed the younger boy’s hand that was on his heart and leaned forward to place a kiss on the beautiful forehead. His boyfriend had always been this lovely.
“Please stay selfish for as long as you can. I wouldn’t want it any other way.”
A peaceful smile hung on Ernests’ lips and his face wore an expression of relief.
“So do you love me enough to help me clean up this mess?”
Novak chuckled at his boyfriend’s words and the two got to work.
Ten minutes later,
“Hmm, hmm. Ah-ah. Mike check.”
Novak spoke against his fist that was supposed to be a microphone. “This is your captain speaking. Cabin crew, stand by. Safety check.”
“This is your one and only cabin crew speaking. Seatbelts check, CDs check, warm tea check, sliced fruit check, digital camera check, wet tissues check, and plastic bag check.”
Novak listened attentively before noticing, “So there is only one thing missing, then.”
Ernests frowned a little, wondering what could be missing from his perfect driving date package.
“I don’t see what’s missing, Nole.”
“Oh, something definitely important is missing.” Novak spoke in a serious tone and watched his boyfriend ponder with a small frown between his eyes.
“Hey, you’ll have super serious wrinkles on your beautiful face.” He gently rubbed the middle of the forehead when Ernests looked at him.
“Tell me what’s missing. I can go back to the house and get it.”
Novak chuckled. “That won’t be necessary. You’re involved in it.”
“Me?”
And, before Ernests realized what his boyfriend was talking about, he was pulled into a passionate kiss.
‘Right. Of course, a happy-drive kiss was missing.’
Ernests wanted to snort but the kiss felt too good to complain so he rather wrapped his arms around the darker neck and responded eagerly.
Knock-knock.
The two jumped at the sound of someone knocking on the windshield.
“Jesus Christ, Mario! You scared us!” Novak opened his window and saw his neighbor shake his head.
“What are you doing in the car? I thought that you two were going out for a drive.”
“We are going out for a drive.” Novak glared, annoyed at the interruption.
Mario looked at his watch before warning, “You know that the sun will go down in a couple of hours. You’d better hurry.”
“Monte Carlo is a tiny city, Mario. We won’t need a couple of hours.”
Jealous of the young couple, Mario tried to find some other words to annoy them but the window was already up and he had missed his chance. The car roared away, leaving the Croatian alone.
“Oh, stop here! Nole, stop!”
Ernests raised his voice and Novak pulled over onto the shoulder so the Latvian could take pictures of birds lined up on a tree branch.
“Did you get it? Can we go now?”
"Yep! I got it!"
Ernests answered happily and kept taking pictures as his boyfriend told him everything that he knew about the city. It was the city that he was going to live in from now on and he had a feeling that he was going to fall in love with it just as quickly as he had done with Novak.
“Ah, Monte Carlo is really beautiful!” Ernests let out a sigh of awe as they drove along the harbor.
“Yes, it really is. Perhaps we could buy a nice boat some day.”
“Oh, that would be nice.” Ernests beamed and turned to kiss his boyfriend on the cheek.
The date seemed to be heading in the right way until Ernests found out that his pictures weren’t decent enough for his high standards.
“We have to go back. I can’t hang these in the house.”
“Let me see.”
Novak checked the camera and thought that the pictures were fine.
“I don’t see what’s wrong with them. They’re not shaky.”
“But I don’t like them. Can we go back to each spot, please?”
“Ernie…”
“Please?”
Novak thought that it was a waste of time but could he say no to those pleading eyes? No. So he nodded and traced back their earlier destinations until he couldn’t take it anymore.
“Ernests Gulbis, drop the perfectionism and let’s go back home. I’m getting tired.”
“Don’t go Ernests Gulbis on me. I’d love to drive and take pictures at the same time but I don’t have another set of arms, you know.” Ernests couldn’t help his perfectionism and was a little annoyed that his boyfriend wouldn’t understand him.
“Fine.” Novak gritted his teeth and drove as his Royal Highness ordered. It wasn’t a date anymore. He had just been downgraded to a chauffeur.
Pleased with his pictures, Ernests put on a CD and pulled out his bag of fruit. He could afford to enjoy the scenery with a lighter heart now. He turned his head to the left to flash a smile at his boyfriend who had been fairly cooperative throughout the ride when he saw that the Serb’s mouth was at least three centimeters out.
“What’s wrong, Nole?”
Novak wanted to snort. His boyfriend was asking what was wrong. “Nothing.”
“Come on. You’re clearly pouting here.”
“It’s not like we can turn back time so it’s nothing.” Novak insisted.
Ernests picked up a piece of apple with a fruit fork and put it in his mouth, wondering what could have bothered his boyfriend.
‘Great. Now he’s eating those yummy fruit alone.’
Novak became even more disappointed and turned the corner as roughly as he could.
“Hey! I’m eating here!” Ernests yelled. Then, he realized that he had been selfish, eating alone.
“Sorry, Nole. I wasn’t thinking straight. Do you want some?”
“I’d like to but I don’t have another set of hands, you know.” Novak spat out and Ernests ignored the sarcasm in the voice.
“Aaah…” He picked the most decent looking piece of apple and held it in front of his boyfriend’s mouth. He didn’t want to make the Serb upset when he was enjoying a good time in the car.
“Aaah…” Novak opened his mouth and ate the apple.
“What do you say to some pineapples? I’ve packed them just for you, hehe.” Ernests smiled and saw that Novak’s face had become softer than before.
“I love pineapples.”
“I know!”
Ernests grinned happily as his fruit of choice was accepted and kept feeding his boyfriend until he ran out of fruit.
“Aaah…”
“Uh, Nole… I don’t have any more fruit left.” Ernests explained, wondering if he had brought so little for two young, well-eating tennis players.
“Nah, I want your mouth.”
“What? But you’re driving.”
“So?”
The Serb's voice was so confident that Ernests had to think if they were legally allowed to kiss on the road in Monte Carlo.
“We can’t kiss while you're driving.”
“You’re right. I’ll pull over.”
Novak completed his task so rapidly that the Latvian chuckled at his urgency.
“What? You wanted me to pull over, so I pulled over. Now get those beautiful lips over here.”
Since they were safe from accidents, Ernests complied and leaned over to his boyfriend.
‘Wow, how quick!’
According to Ernests’ analysis, Novak was quick in two occasions off court; when he pulled Ernests into a kiss or into something more, or when he picked up a fan present from their doormat. This was the first case and Ernests was already half melt in the kiss.
“Ernie…”
Hands caressed the sides of the younger guy and Ernests shuddered from the sensation.
“Ernie…”
“Yes?” Ernests looked up and saw a very familiar emotion in his boyfriend’s eyes. He knew that look too well for his own good.
“Oh, no. We’re not going to have sex in the car.”
“Why not?”
Ernests could only laugh. “’Cause we’re not teenagers anymore?”
“So? All the more reason to go for it. We’re legal!”
“Uh, also because you happen to be the world number three?”
“My ranking matters?”
Ernests knew that Novak was playing dumb but still answered. “Yes, it matters. We don’t want to read about a tennis scandal in tomorrow’s papers, do we?”
“Hmm, I wouldn’t mind it too much. Besides, I thought that you wanted the back seats clean in case one thing led to another like this.” Novak winked playfully and unbuckled both of their seatbelts.
“Oh, no. You’re not serious.”
“Do I look like I’m not serious?” Novak flashed a sexy grin.
Before Ernests could say something nasty at his horny boyfriend, that same boyfriend took off his shirt in one swift move, which left the poor Latvian in a pool of drool.
“Nole…” He called out the name in a weak voice.
“Yes, Ernie?”
Novak could tell that the boy was slowly getting into the mood. He had missed his boyfriend so much in Shanghai and it had been only a few days that he had come back home. A little fun in the car definitely wouldn’t hurt.
“We don’t even have our usual supplies here.” Ernests whined.
“You’re wrong. I packed them just in case.” Novak pulled out a zipper bag from underneath the driver’s seat and put on a smile.
“Just in case, my ass. You planned this from the very beginning!” The younger guy accused.
“I didn’t plan anything, Ernie. But you never know with hormones.” Novak’s face displayed his best innocent look.
“Like I’m going to believe that.”
“Well, I don’t think you believing or not is the imminent matter right now.”
“Then, what is the imminent matter?”
Ernests’ eyes followed Novak’s which landed on his own jeans.
‘What the heck? No, this must be some sort of a wicked trick. Why would I be turned on in this kind of situation?’
As his boyfriend pulled him to the back seats, Ernests didn’t resist. It wasn’t his fault if things were going this way. He blamed his youth and his love for Novak.
Fifty minutes later,
“Nole…” Ernests moaned, still feeling the need for more intense action. He had already dumped something called pride and decency more than half an hour ago.
“This is the last condom we’ve got.”
Ernests snatched the condom from his boyfriend, who had been deliberately moving slowly just to torture him, and tore open the package with his teeth.
“Oops!”
He had been too eager.
“You tore it?” Novak didn’t have to hear the answer to know about the truth. They were doomed. They were hornier than teenage rabbits and had no condoms left.
“Well, let’s just settle for blowjobs, then.” The elder player suggested but Ernests didn’t like the suggestion.
“Hey, it’s not like we have two hundred options here.”
“But blowjobs aren’t enough for now!” He hated being a healthy twenty year old. “Can’t we just do it without a condom?”
“What? Of course not!”
“Nole…” Ernests whimpered, squirming his body.
“That’s out of the question, Ernie.”
“But it’s not like we cheated. And, I totally trust you!”
Novak couldn’t believe that his boyfriend was willing to do something dangerous just because he was a little horny at the moment.
“Why aren’t you answering? Oh my god, you slept with that Bitchard Gasquet, didn’t you?”
Obviously, Ernests had misinterpreted his lack of response. “What? No! And why does it always come back to Richie?”
“Don’t call him Richie in front of me!!”
“But his name is Richie.” Novak stated as a matter of fact.
“No, his name is Gasquet and it’s going to stay that way.”
Another round of insatiable jealousy hit the Latvian hard on the heart and Novak had to shake his head.
“So are you going to settle for a blowjob or should we drive to the pharmacy and get a condom?”
Ernests didn’t know what to do anymore. He just wanted Novak to do what he used to do to him. His brain couldn’t afford much thinking right now.
“God… Nole… Do whatever you think.”
Watching his boyfriend’s long limbs hit the windows, Novak grabbed his hips and lowered his face.
After an overwhelming exchange of blowjobs, Ernests still wasn’t completely satisfied but Novak had other imminent issues to deal with. He couldn’t find the insurance company’s number anywhere in the car when he couldn’t start the engine.
“I think that you threw away that piece of paper, Ernie.” Novak pulled out his cell phone, trying to figure out who would be able to come for them immediately.
“So you’re accusing me now?” Ernests just wanted to go home, get in bed and let Novak take care of him. Staying apart for more than ten days had really taken the toll.
“I’m not accusing you here. I’m just saying it.”
“But it sounded like accusing. You were the one who wanted to take me out on this date and all I did was just cleaning up the mess!”
“And, tearing the last condom.” Novak added.
“Well, that too…” Ernests’ voice became small.
“I’ll call Mario for help. He’ll say nasty stuff at us but he’ll still drive us home.”
“We could just get a cab, you know.” Ernests suggested.
“Yeah, but given the state of our clothes and faces, it’s safer to call Mario. After all, you were worried about seeing us in the papers.”
“True.”
So the Serb called their neighbor next door and the jealous Croatian arrived in no time, not forgetting to scold the boys all the way back home.
“What a bumpy ride.” Ernests said as he closed the door behind him.
“Tell me about it.” Novak picked up the water jar from the table and poured two glasses of water.
“You know, Nole…” Ernests wriggled his toes.
“Yes?”
“I think it’s only decent for us to make up after that huge fight in the car.” Ernests exaggerated about the fight but didn’t feel guilty. Once again, it was his hormones’ fault.
Novak started laughing, understanding exactly what his boyfriend was implying. “Where do you think would be appropriate?”
“Mmm, I feel a bit dirty after sitting in the back of Mario’s car, don’t you? If we don’t take a shower right away, we might catch that horrible mono.”
Novak watched as Ernests slowly took off his clothes one by one. The show was painfully ecstatic to watch.
Gulp.
Novak swallowed hard, feeling extremely thirsty as the last piece of his boyfriend’s clothes hit the floor.
“Well, what are you waiting for? Come and get me.”
Ernests didn’t forget to lick his lips before turning around and swaying his butt. He was going to have a proper driving date.