"Look at this," Charlie said after he'd brought in the morning's paper. They had just finished cleaning up after breakfast.
Wonka took it from him and read the headlines. CHARLIE BUCKET AND WILLY WONKA DATING? "Honestly, I'm surprised it took them this long to figure it out," Wonka said, but Charlie could see how stiff he was.
"I know you don't like people poking around in your personal life," Charlie said, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"You're right," Wonka said. "I don't. But we knew this was going to get out eventually, right? Especially with Violet's game show."
"Right," Charlie agreed. He was just glad everyone in his life knew about them already and that there would be no surprises.
"I'm just glad your p-p-"
"Parents," Charlie supplied.
"Yes, them," Wonka said, "they already know," he finished, echoing Charlie's thoughts.
They continued to read the article. It appears that Charlie Bucket, 18, and Willy Wonka, 37, are together. A source claimed that they have been together for a few weeks. Charlie Bucket and Willy Wonka were seen on a TV show hosted by Violet Beauregarde, another former contestant in Willy Wonka's infamous contest many years ago.
"A 'source'?" asked Charlie.
"That could be many people," Wonka said.
"I bet I know who it was," Charlie said. When Wonka stared blankly, Charlie said, "Ms. Beauregarde!"
"She wouldn't-" started Wonka.
"Oh, really?" Charlie said. "Did you see how upset she was last time we saw her? It could easily have been her. No one else in our lives would have done that." Wonka looked sheepish. "What?" Charlie asked.
"Well, your p-p-parents were pretty upset about it too," Wonka said.
"Are you being serious right now?" Charlie said. "You're seriously suspecting my parents? They would never give the media any information about us! Ms. Beauregarde could have been dating you for your money, for all you know." Hurt flashed in Wonka's eyes. Charlie sighed deeply. "I'm sorry," he said. "Why are we fighting all the time?"
"Because we care about each other," Wonka said softly. "But you're right, it's not the healthiest way to show that."
"Maybe we should practice more healthier ways," Charlie flirted, placing a hand on Wonka's knee. "I hate fighting with you," he murmured softly, leaning in for a kiss.
Their lips were a millimeter apart when the front door opened just then, and in walked Mike. Charlie sighed and pulled away from Wonka, the moment over. "What are you doing home so early?" Charlie asked.
"Lost the game show," sighed Mike. "I got into a fight with Violet over it."
"You're fighting, too?" Charlie sighed. "Maybe we all need to do group therapy."
"What are you and Wonka fighting about?"
"Most recently, the news headlines," Charlie said, showing him the paper.
Mike took it and read it. "It took them this long?" he asked. "You guys have been together for almost a month."
"That's what we said," said Charlie.
Mike went into his bedroom and Wonka turned to Charlie. "So, I thought we could talk about you moving back in with me."
"I think I'm much too big for my old bedroom," Charlie pointed out.
"I didn't mean in your bedroom," Wonka murmured seductively, nipping at Charlie's ear.
Oh. Charlie blushed, even though there was no reason to blush because they'd just had sex in Wonka's bedroom. "I'd like that," Charlie said, taking Wonka's gloved hands in his. Their lips met, softly at first, and Wonka traced Charlie's bottom lip with his tongue, his hands sliding down to Charlie's hips. Charlie shivered, opening his mouth for Wonka. Wonka explored Charlie's mouth, thoroughly ravishing him. Charlie groaned, tugging Wonka closer, their lips meeting again in a heated, fervent kiss. Charlie felt like every inch of him was on fire. Wonka pressed him against the kitchen counter, sandwiching Charlie between the counter and his body. The kiss that followed was fiery. Charlie pressed his hips against Wonka's, grinding against him. Wonka echoed his movements as he licked the outer shell of Charlie's ear, nibbling it. Charlie wanted to melt in Wonka's arms. He could feel Wonka's erection pressing into his thigh, hot and hard.
"I want to taste you," Charlie said, and Wonka shivered.
"I suggest we go into the bedroom for that, then," Wonka pointed out, and Charlie nodded, following him into the bedroom. Wonka locked the door behind them, and Charlie unbuttoned his lover's pants, tugging them and his underwear down. He bent down on the ground and licked the underside of Wonka's erection, earning a gasp from the older chocolatier. Charlie sucked on his balls and Wonka's knees grew weak. "Charlie," he groaned. "Charlie, please."
The sound of Wonka begging for him almost made Charlie come undone. He took Wonka in his mouth, sucking, and Wonka's breath hitched. It didn't take long for Wonka to come, and Charlie swallowed it all eagerly. He tasted almost sweeter.
Charlie stood and Wonka kissed him breathless, pressing his hips against Charlie's. "God," Wonka groaned, his eyes filled with lust. Charlie shivered.
They didn't even make it to the bed, and they didn't bother removing their clothes. Wonka fucked him against the bedroom door, making Charlie's knees grow weak. "Willy," Charlie groaned, still breathless as he held onto Wonka for dear life. Wonka hit his sweet spot, and Charlie saw stars. "Harder," Charlie groaned, and Wonka obliged. Charlie came, spilling all over Wonka's hand that was stroking him. Wonka came soon after, deep inside him. Charlie rested his head on Wonka's chest as both of them tried to catch their breath.
"So is that a yes, you'll move in with me?" Wonka panted.
Charlie laughed against his chest. "Yes."