The next morning, they all met bright and early in the Chocolate Room. "Will we be getting a tour of Charlie's house?" Augustus asked.
"No," Charlie and Wonka both said at the same time. They all got into the boat - the Great Glass Elevator was too small to carry all of them. Charlie sat with Wonka in the back, and he got a sense of deja vu. Charlie felt himself pressed against Wonka, and a shiver passed through him.
"Which room are we going to next?" Veruca asked.
"I want to go to the hair room," Ms. Beauregarde said.
"Very well," Wonka said, and the boat stopped. The hair room had a bunch of shelves lined with different dyes and hair products. There was a big tub in the middle of the room where several Oompa-Loompas were working on it. "Cocoa is a very good product for hair," Wonka said. "It makes it shiny and fixes split ends. Here, have a sample." Wonka handed Ms. Beauregarde a sample, and their fingers brushed. Charlie stiffened, clenching his teeth.
They went into a few more rooms, and Wonka explained each and every one of them. Ms. Beauregarde was sticking close to him, Charlie noticed. Wonka didn't seem to do anything about it, which pissed off Charlie even more.
His anger was building up as evening arrived. He got ready for dinner and headed out of their bedroom to find the shock of his life in the hallway. Ms. Beauregarde and Wonka were kissing, and Wonka wasn't pulling away. Charlie gasped, and Wonka pulled away from Ms. Beauregarde and turned to him. "Oh, shit," Wonka said. "Charlie-"
"No," Charlie said, shaking his head and fleeing.
"Charlie!" Wonka called. "Charlie, wait!" Unbeknownst to them, Ms. Beauregarde smirked behind them. Charlie closed their bedroom door, and Wonka hurried after him. It was unlocked.
"How could you?" Charlie demanded when Wonka closed the door behind them. "How dare you? You told me you didn't have feelings for her."
"I don't!" Wonka exclaimed. "Charlie, she kissed me. You have to believe me. You have to."
Charlie shook his head, tears in his eyes. "It didn't look like it." It still hurt Charlie to see them kissing, and he told Wonka so.
"I'm sorry," Wonka said, going over to him and taking his hands. "But I love you. Not her. You."
Charlie shook his head, tears dripping down his cheeks as he pulled his hands out of Wonka's. "I'm sorry too," he said, getting up and leaving Wonka alone in their bedroom.
At the Buckets' house, Charlie sat in his old bedroom, looking at the sketchbook he'd drawn pictures of Charlie and Wonka in. He flipped to the pictures of them kissing and sighed. There never was anyone else for Charlie, that was for sure. But Wonka had been with other people, had kissed other people.
"Charlie?" Mrs. Bucket asked, coming up the stairs to Charlie's room.
Charlie showed her the sketchbook. "How stupid I was," he said.
"You were young and in love," Mrs. Bucket said. "You're still young and in love, whether you like it or not."
"It doesn't matter," Charlie said, closing the sketchbook. He felt numb inside.
"Of course it matters," Mrs. Bucket said. "You love him, and any idiot in this whole town could see it."
"It doesn't matter because he loves her," Charlie said. "He told me he didn't, but...he lied to me."
"Who?"
"Ms. Beauregarde," Charlie responded.
"What? Oh, Charlie, don't be ridiculous," Mrs. Bucket said. "That man is so crazy about you, he can't even see straight. Is that really what you're fighting with him about?"
"It hurt to see them kiss," Charlie said, his voice small.
"I can pretty much guarantee you that she kissed him," Mrs. Bucket said.
"That's what he said too, but it still hurt," Charlie said. "It hurt too much. Sometimes I just want to strangle him, and other times I just want to...kiss him."
"I feel the same way about your father," Mrs. Bucket said, and Charlie smiled. "Men can be...difficult to deal with at times. But I know...I know, that man out there loves you."
Charlie clutched the sketchbook to his chest. "I hope so," he said. "I hope this was all just a really bad misunderstanding, and things can go back to normal."
"They will," Mrs. Bucket said. "Trust me, my relationship with your father is not perfect. It'll all work out. Just go talk to him."
"Okay," Charlie said. "Thanks, Mom."
Charlie found Wonka in his office. "Willy?" he said shyly, closing the door behind them.
"Oh," Wonka said, turning around to face him. "Hey."
"Can we talk?" Charlie asked. "Honestly?"
"Of course," Wonka said. Charlie sat in his chair and moved over to Wonka.
"I know you didn't initiate the kiss, but it still hurt to watch," Charlie said. "You've been with tons of other people, and I've only ever loved you. You don't have any competition like I do."
"I haven't been with tons of people," Wonka said. "I've only kissed a few. And you have no competition," Wonka said. "None at all."
"Can I ask you something?" Charlie said.
"Of course," Wonka said again.
"Why didn't you pull away, when Ms. Beauregarde kissed you?"
"I was honestly so shocked that she did that, I just couldn't move," Wonka said. "I wasn't kissing her back, believe me."
"Have you ever loved anyone else?" Charlie asked. "Please, tell me honestly right now."
"Yes," Wonka said. "Before I met you, there was someone when I first started my factory. A girl. It was an unrequited love situation."
"Oh," Charlie said. "I'm...sorry."
"I'm not," Wonka said, and kissed him. The kiss lingered, and they kissed again, this kiss much more steamy than the first. Heat, Charlie thought. That was the only thing he could think of. That, and fireworks. And the gentleness of Wonka's tooth sinking into his bottom lip, his tongue against Charlie's. Wonka pulled Charlie against him, and Charlie felt like every inch of him was on fire. Willy Wonka, was all he could think as he was thoroughly ravished. He felt the older chocolatier lift him onto his desk, kissing him hard and hot. Charlie felt his whole body go weak. Their kisses were all tongue and teeth, and Wonka's hips pressed into Charlie's, making Charlie tremble.
"Is this okay?" Wonka asked Charlie, pressing him against the desk, his body on top of Charlie's.
"God, yes," Charlie gasped, pulling Wonka down for a steamy, fervent kiss. The warmth of Wonka's body against his was turning him on. Wonka was so hard against his thigh, and Charlie groaned at the feeling. He was almost sweating now from the heat of the moment, and from Wonka's heat.
Wonka unbuttoned Charlie's pants, tugging them down. His tongue found Charlie's hole, and Wonka licked it, earning a gasp from Charlie. He arched against Wonka as Wonka's tongue slipped inside him, caressing him. "Oh, God," Charlie gasped, visibly shaking now as Wonka's tongue stroked his insides. Charlie saw stars as Wonka found his sweet spot with his tongue, pressing against it and licking it.
Charlie came, spilling all over Wonka's desk and into his mouth. He kissed Wonka hard, tasting himself in Wonka's mouth. Wonka growled, shoving him against the hard wood, his hips pressing into Charlie's. Charlie couldn't breathe, but that was okay. Breathing was overrated.
And then Wonka was inside him, fucking him hard. Charlie groaned, holding onto his husband's shoulders for dear life. "Please," Charlie begged. "More."
"God, I want to hear you beg again," Wonka groaned. "Beg for me again," he whispered into Charlie's ear. "Now."
Charlie shivered. "Please, Willy," Charlie begged. Wonka growled, pressing his hips against Charlie's, which just pushed Wonka deeper into Charlie. They both groaned. "God, I'm going to come," Charlie gasped.
"Not just yet," Wonka said, "do you understand me?" He whispered the last part into Charlie's ear, and Charlie felt his knees grow weak.
"Yes, sir," Charlie gasped.
"Good boy," Wonka whispered in his ear, nipping it.
Charlie moaned. "You're mine," he said, flipping them over. "Mine, mine, mine." He moved his hips, riding Wonka into the desk.
Wonka stared up at him with wide eyes. "I'm yours," he said softly, taking Charlie's hands. "I'm yours, always and forever."
Charlie came, Wonka close behind him. Charlie lay on top of him, both of them gasping for breath. "God, that was amazing," Charlie gasped.
"I completely agree," Wonka said. "Oh, and Charlie?"
"Hmm?"
"That was the best sex we've ever had," Wonka said.
"Agreed," Charlie mumbled sleepily, yawning as he snuggled against Wonka's chest. "I love you," Charlie half-whispered.
"My love," Wonka whispered to him, and Charlie nuzzled closer to him. "My love."