"Shit, shit, shit." Wonka tried the door himself, and it didn't budge. "What are we going to do?"

"Well, since we're here, we could always go for round two," Charlie said suggestively.

"Are you flirting with me right now?" Wonka asked. "Insatiable boy."

"Well, otherwise we might be bored in here," Charlie said. "And you are definitely not boring."

Wonka flushed before turning back to the door. "We have to get out of here," Wonka said frantically, pounding on the door. "Somebody help!"

"Somebody help us!" Charlie called, pounding on the door. No reply. "They're all probably asleep," Charlie said.

"No," Wonka said. "No, they're not. Someone is awake, and they will come find us."

Charlie looked at him. "Are you claustrophobic?"

Wonka cringed.

"It's okay," Charlie said. "I won't judge. I don't blame you, either. It's...uncomfortable in here."

"You didn't seem to think it was uncomfortable earlier," Wonka said, moving closer to him.

"I - I was just distracted," Charlie admitted as Wonka's chest pressed against his. "By...you." Now it was Charlie's turn to blush.

"Were you now?" Wonka's hot breath was at his ear, and Charlie shivered.

"I know what we should do while we wait," Charlie said suddenly.

Wonka's hips pressed against his. "I have a few ideas, myself."

Charlie blushed. "We should play Truth or Dare. But if we don't want to answer or do the dare, we have to remove an article of clothing. But we can't touch the other unless one of us wins. Whoever touches the other first, unless it's for a dare, loses."

"How do we win?" Wonka asked, his hand moving down Charlie's side.

"The first one to be completely naked loses," Charlie stammered. Wonka was close to him, so close, and his heart was racing. Reluctantly, Charlie pushed him away. "Come on. It'll be fun."

"Okay," Wonka said, and they sat down on the floor. "Truth or dare?"

"Dare," Charlie answered.

"I dare you to come over here and kiss me," Wonka said. "Just kissing, nothing more, otherwise you lose."

Charlie gulped. But he went over to Wonka anyway and kissed him. The kiss lingered, and Wonka's hand slid back into his hair. God, he wanted to touch Wonka, but he couldn't, and it made things more exciting. The kiss turned fervent, fiery, and Wonka's tongue stroked his, slowly. Charlie's hardening length pressed against Wonka's leg. He felt Wonka begin to tremble, and the way Wonka stared at him when it was over was like he was undressing him with his eyes. Charlie shivered.

"Truth-truth or dare?" Charlie stammered, still flushed from the kiss.

"Truth," Wonka answered.

"How attracted were you to Mrs. Beauregarde?" Charlie asked. "On a scale of one to ten."

"Three," Wonka answered.

"And me?" Charlie asked.

"You only get one question," Wonka answered, a twinkle in his eye. But Charlie could tell from his blush what the answer was. "Truth or dare?"

"Truth," Charlie said.

"Are you still mad at me about tonight?" Wonka asked him.

Charlie thought. Wonka had distracted him before they could talk it through. He'd distracted him very much...Charlie blushed and said, "I don't want to answer." He removed his shoe, and Wonka raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"Your shoe? Really?" Wonka asked him.

"Why, do you want me to remove something else?" Charlie asked, and Wonka blushed. "Truth or dare?"

"Truth," Wonka said.

"What's the best sex you've ever had with me?" Charlie asked. Wonka thought for a minute, and then removed his coat. "What, you don't want to answer?"

Wonka blushed. "No."

Charlie knew Wonka could be shy about these things. "Truth or dare?" Wonka asked him.

"Truth," Charlie answered.

"What do you really think about my dad?" Wonka asked.

Charlie blinked. "I don't think he's great at all and I don't want him back in your life," Charlie said. "But...I think what I'm scared of the most is you having someone else to love, even if it's in a different way. Like you won't need me anymore."

Wonka stared at him in surprise. "I'll always need you," he said softly. He reached out to touch Charlie, but remembered the rules and pulled back. Charlie felt a pang of disappointment that he couldn't kiss Wonka, but such was life. "Truth or dare?"

"Dare," Charlie said.

"I dare you to fuck me," Wonka said.

Charlie startled. He'd thought about it himself, of course, but knowing Wonka had only ever had sex with Charlie, he hadn't asked.

"Are you sure?" Charlie asked.

Wonka nodded, his eyes bright but terrified at the same time. Charlie took his hand, calming Wonka. Charlie kissed him, and they stumbled back against the shelf, Wonka making a delicious groaning sound. Charlie ran his hands down his stomach, settling his hands at Wonka's hips, tugging him closer as they kissed. "Fuck me," Wonka groaned, pressing his hips into Charlie's. "God, I need you."

Charlie tugged down Wonka's pants and underwear, wrapping a hand around him. Wonka's knees literally buckled underneath him, and Charlie wrapped an arm around his waist to steady him. This just tugged the man closer to him, and Wonka stared into his eyes lustfully. Charlie shivered, moving his hand to Wonka's hole and sliding a finger inside him. Wonka gasped, pressing against Charlie's fingers with his hips. "More," Wonka said, and Charlie added a second finger, curling them. Wonka's gasp went straight to Charlie's groin. "God. More."

Charlie positioned himself at Wonka's entrance, his erection pressing against Wonka's hole. Wonka gasped, clinging to Charlie for dear life. "Charlie, if you don't fuck me right now, I'm going to fuck you. Hard," Wonka growled.

So Charlie pushed into him, earning a groan from Wonka. His body was pressed up against his husband's, both of them fully clothed. Charlie saw the hunger in Wonka's eyes and shivered. He pushed deeper inside him and pulled Wonka into a fiery hot kiss. They made gasping sounds into each other's mouths, both of them breathless. "God, it feels so good," Wonka gasped. "Harder." Charlie obliged, pushing deeper into tight heat. They stared into each other's eyes, and Charlie shivered as Wonka's fingers brushed his side, his fingers trailing down to his hips and tugging him closer. "I'm - I'm close," Wonka gasped out.

"Me too," Charlie groaned. He came deep inside Wonka, and Wonka spilled all over Charlie's hand, making a mess everywhere. Charlie licked the sticky substance off his hand and fingers, and Wonka's eyes widened. They stood there, trying to catch their breath.

"That was...um, that was good," Wonka stammered, pulling Charlie against him. Charlie gasped at the feeling of Wonka's body against his, Wonka's hardening length pressing against his thigh-

The door started to open, and Wonka and Charlie pulled back from each other quickly. "Ms. Beauregarde!" Charlie exclaimed. "We - we were just - standing here. Um."

She narrowed her eyes in suspicion. "I can see that," she said icily. Wonka coughed, but it almost sounded like a laugh. "Why were you in here?"

Wonka and Charlie exchanged a look. "We, um, were looking for this box!" Charlie picked up a random box from the shelf and handed it to Wonka.

"You know, you might want to try to be a little more convincing next time," Ms. Beauregarde said, and stalked off.

Charlie and Wonka looked at each other and burst out laughing.