One day, Wonka was working in his office when Charlie knocked. "Can I come in, Mr. Wonka?"
"Of course, my dear boy." He smiled when he saw Charlie, but his smile faded when he saw the girl behind him. "Who - who is this?"
"Oh, this is Janine. She's in my class, and we went on a date tonight. I just wanted to introduce her to my parents, and you."
"Nice to meet you. I love your candy," she said.
"Everyone loves my candy," Wonka pointed out.
"Mr. Wonka! Be nice," Charlie hissed. "I'm sorry, Janine, he's busy. We'll come back later."
"Don't wait up," Wonka called. Charlie huffed and slammed the door behind him.
"I don't know what's gotten into him, honestly." Charlie shook his head as he walked with Janine down the corridor to his house in the Chocolate Room. "Arrogant, that man is."
Janine laughed. "It's all right. Although I do think he fancies you."
Charlie froze, stopping in the middle of the path. "What?"
"You haven't noticed the look he gave you? His face completely lit up when he saw you," she pointed out. "And I can tell you like him too."
Charlie sighed. "Fine, you got me. I'm sorry - I was trying to forget about him when I asked you out."
"I understand. Maybe I can help?" she said. Suddenly, she got a mischievous smile on her face, and stepped forward. She put her hands on Charlie's shoulders and kissed him. Nothing. It wasn't anything against Janine, but Charlie felt more when he looked at Wonka than when he was kissing Janine.
"What was that for?" he asked when she pulled away.
"He followed us," she whispered, pointing to the corridor leading out of the Chocolate Room. "Go. Go comfort him. I'll distract your parents." She smiled and pushed him towards Wonka's direction.
Charlie smiled back. "Thanks, Janine."
"No problem." She headed into his house, and Charlie went to go find Wonka. He knew it would take a while, because it always did when Wonka was upset and they were fighting.
It did indeed take him a while, but Charlie finally found him in the Inventing Room. "Hey," he said shyly, knocking on the door.
Wonka jumped and turned to him. "Oh, hey. I was just working on some glow in the dark candy."
"Sounds cool." Charlie went over to him. "Did you see?" When Wonka raised an eyebrow, he elaborated, "The kiss?"
"Oh...yeah." Wonka wouldn't meet his eye. "I figured it was going to happen eventually."
"What, that I would bring home a girl?" Charlie asked.
Wonka nodded. "I was out of line earlier. I'm sorry," he said, turning to Charlie. "You deserve all the happiness in the world, and I couldn't expect that you'd want to find it with me."
"But I am happy here, with you." Charlie moved closer to him so their shoulders brushed. Wonka's breath hitched. "I just thought you weren't interested and tried to find someone else. But my heart was telling me something different. Janine's just a friend, Willy. I realized I feel more when I look at you then when I'm kissing her."
Tears filled Wonka's eyes, and Charlie stared. He'd never seen Wonka cry. Never. "I tried to forget you, but I couldn't." Understanding reflected in Charlie's eyes. "I love you, Charlie Bucket."
"I love you, Willy Wonka." Charlie's vision blurred as Wonka pulled him close, closing the distance between him. His lips gently caressed Charlie's, his body pressed against the younger man's. Wonka pressed him against the table, tugging the younger man closer and slipping his tongue in Charlie's mouth. Charlie groaned, letting his tongue slide against Wonka's as the older man gripped his hips.
They broke apart gasping, Charlie's hands on Wonka's chest, which was beating quite fast. "I'm not here just for the candy, Mr. Wonka," Charlie said, his hand stroking Wonka's hair.
"I think you can call me Willy, my dear boy," Wonka said with a chuckle, and kissed him again.