Esten and Ashton's relationship was built upon trust. They told each other everything, from their favourite food to their dirtiest kink (Esten's, however, had been sworn to be never spoken of again, as it had to do with things that should only be done whilst in the lavatory). There was only one thing Esten had kept from his lover, and it was his age.
When they had first met, Esten found Ashton attractive almost immediately. In hopes of him feeling the same way, Esten lied, saying he was twenty-seven, which happened to be nineteen years his junior.
This lie had been weighing on him over the past weeks that the two had been together. The rest of the house knew of Esten's age, though, which posed a great threat to Esten. If one of them mentioned how he was fourty-six, which was double the age of the other house members, Ashton surely would have his head.
Esten forced this worry out of his mind, and instead focussed on what he was doing. "Ashton, go deeper, will you?" he grunted.
"I-I'm trying, bumblebee," Ashton replied breathlessly.
"Let me help you." Esten dug his hands into the ground along with Ashton's, trying to dig the hole deeper. They'd been at this for hours, trying to plant a small fern in the ground. They hadn't been very successful, as the only tools they owned was their hands and feet.
"Kids, come inside and get some lemonade." Called a sarcastic voice—Kirsten's—and the two stood, wiping their foreheads clean of sweat.
Eaten kissed Ashton tenderly before standing back, peering at his sweaty underarms. "Darling, your pits are so sweaty...would you like me to lick them clean for you?"
"What?" Ashton nearly gagged before turning away from Esten for a short moment.
"Can't take a joke, can you?" Esten said angrily, hoping he was masking his pure embarrassment with fake rage.
Ashton simply shook his head and the two went inside. It was getting harder and harder for Esten to pretend to be somebody he wasn't.
