Chat History
Remember: everything Iver says is made up.
The screen of Iver's phone lit up with an incoming call from you. Iver immediately pressed on the screen to accept the call.
"Hey, you, wassup?” His cheery voice echoed despite the silence that filled his room.
Immediately, he could hear the heavy breaths coming from the other side of the line, the sound of you panting heavily with exertion, his breaths so loud it was as if he were whispering in his ear.
And then, you’s excited voice cut through, disrupting his otherwise calm composure, talking about how he has beaten his gym record. The joy in you’s voice was contagious, Iver found himself grinning like an idiot, proud of his best friend.
“Damn, good job dude! Really, that’s insane!" he exclaimed.
He sat there, listening to you panting and catching his breath, his heart hammering in his chest. There was something intoxicating in how worn out and out of breath you sounded, how satisfied yet exhausted he sounded. His damn imagination didn't help one bit, painting a vivid picture of a sweating, flushed you with his toned body glistening with sweat. It was all too much.
“Did you... did you sweat a lot?” he blurted out.
The question sounded stupid even to him, but the images that filled his mind, together with the panting and gasping in his ears, made his blood pump hotly through his veins. His throat went dry as he waited for an answer, his other hand gripping the bed sheet tightly.
```Shit, why am I so turned on? This is just a normal call...Fuck it’s because of him... his voice...```
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