One evening, Charlie and Wonka headed back to Wonka's personal rooms for a drink. Charlie had just turned eighteen and Wonka figured they could use a load off since they were stressed about getting their new candy out in a few days. "We can have some wine and just hang out, kay?" Wonka suggested, and Charlie nodded in agreement. Charlie was excited to have his first legal drink with his best friend, and he knew he was safe with Wonka. "I'll teach you everything there is to know about alcohol."
Charlie laughed. "You have a lot of experience with alcohol?"
"Well...no," Wonka admitted. "But I do enjoy my wine every now and then."
Charlie smiled and looped his arm through Wonka's as they walked down the long corridor. Wonka startled at first, but then smiled back at him, running his gloved thumb along Charlie's forearm. Butterflies filled Charlie's stomach as they stopped at Wonka's door, and his mentor unlocked it. Charlie was quite familiar with his best friend's rooms at this point - he had stayed the night many times as a child, and now that he was older, the two liked to hang out in Wonka's spacious rooms. Wonka picked up a bottle of wine from his mini fridge, and grabbed two glasses. They went over to the fireplace and sat down in front of it on the carpet. "Here's to adulthood," Charlie said, holding up his glass. Wonka clinked his glass against Charlie's, and they took a sip. "Does this mean now that I'm an adult, my creativity is going to go away?" he asked.
Wonka burst out laughing. "Oh, my dear boy, no. At least, I hope not," he said. "It didn't with me, if that says anything. Besides, you are a very creative young man. Not quite like a child's creativity, but now that you're getting older, you will be able to execute your ideas better."
Charlie nodded, leaning against Wonka. "I do want those awful dreams to go away, though. My mind creates the worst nightmares, especially now that all my grandparents have passed on." Charlie had lost his grandparents within the span of two years - when he was fifteen and sixteen - and it had all been very hard on him, especially Grandpa Joe's death. Wonka was there for him the entire time, and had let Charlie crawl into bed with him after waking up from particularly horrible nightmares. He'd held the shaking, sweating boy until he'd eventually fallen asleep again.
"With time, my dear boy. With time," Wonka said, wrapping an arm around him.
After a while, and a few more glasses of wine, Charlie had a nice but unfamiliar buzz going on. Wonka was a little tipsy as well - he'd lost his hat somewhere behind them and neither of them bothered to retrieve it. They were now reliving memories of Charlie's first day at the factory with the other contestants and their parents, and were both having a great time laughing about it. "Remember when they all walked out after they lost the game and they were all so messed up?" Charlie laughed. "I wonder if they ever went back to normal."
"I don't know," Wonka said. "The Oompa Loompas' side effects from my products usually wear off within a few days, as you know. So quite possible they did. Otherwise I would think we'd have a few lawsuits on our hands."
Charlie giggled. "I think Violet's mom was flirting with you," he said, his smile fading. He traced the rim of his wineglass, and he felt awkward.
"Oh...yes. She was quite bold," Wonka remembered, his words slightly slurred. The fire was still going strong, crackling in the silence.
"I could never really picture you with her," Charlie said. "Or with anyone else, really. You never had a girlfriend in all the years I've known you."
"No," Wonka admitted. "Why do you ask, hmm? Would you be jealous if I had?" Wonka grinned mischievously at Charlie.
His heir gaped at him, flushing from his forehead to his neck. "N-no!" he stammered, face burning.
"Charlie, you blush whenever you lie," Wonka pointed out, moving closer to him.
"I do not," Charlie protested, but his deepening blush gave him away. And the awkward situation didn't really help. Charlie rolled his eyes. "Are you so egocentric that you'd-"
Wonka kissed him. On the lips. Charlie gasped, but found himself leaning into the kiss, giving into the feelings he'd been denying for far too long. He wound his arms around Wonka's neck, deepening the kiss and pressing against his lips more firmly. Wonka sighed against his mouth, pulling the boy into his lap and running his tongue along Charlie's bottom lip. Moaning, Charlie opened his mouth and allowed Wonka access, feeling a warm, wet tongue lick his own. Charlie's head was spinning and he saw fireworks as he kissed Wonka back with the passion he had been holding in and denying himself all these years. He twisted his tongue around Wonka's, and the chocolatier groaned against his mouth as he grasped Charlie's hips. Charlie gasped, squirming against the chocolatier's grip as he was sandwiched between the floor and Wonka. "Willy," he whispered as he put a hand on his mentor's chest, feeling his heart beating fast under his palm. They kissed again, deeply yet sloppily as they were both slightly drunk, and Wonka bent down to kiss his neck. "Willy," Charlie moaned again as Wonka's hot breath moved down his neck and a tongue caressed his throat. Charlie felt tightness growing in his trousers that was pressing against Wonka's leg, and was growing into a dull ache. "Willy, I want..." He took his mentor's hand and moved it between his legs on top of the hardness in his trousers. The only thing separating Wonka's hand from his erection was a thin layer of fabric, and this made Charlie shiver. This seemed to sober Wonka up, and he sat up quickly, looking around the room for his hat. Charlie sat up too, a questioning look in his eyes. "Willy?"
"We can't...can't do this now," Wonka gasped, breathless and his lips swollen from the kissing. Charlie had never seen the man look so ruffled - his hair a mess from Charlie's fingers running through it. "Oh God, what have I done?"
"Willy, it's okay-" Charlie started, putting a hand on his arm.
Wonka pulled away, stiffening. A lump formed in Charlie's throat and the room blurred in front of him. He was quickly sobering up too as Wonka found his hat and put it on top of his head. Then he fled the room and shut himself in his bathroom, ignoring Charlie's knocks that quickly followed. Sighing after ten minutes of unsuccessful knocking, Charlie decided to call it a night and find Wonka tomorrow, and headed back to his rooms, trying not to think of the obvious.
What would become of their relationship now?
The next morning, Charlie found Wonka in the Inventing Room. "Hey," he said shyly as he joined Wonka at one of the tables. Wonka was mixing something in a beaker.
"Hey there." Wonka's tone wasn't exactly flat, but didn't have it's usual cheerfulness.
"What'cha doing?" Charlie asked. He stood close beside Wonka, and their shoulders brushed. The butterflies swarmed around in his chest, begging for attention. Charlie tried to ignore them, but it was getting harder after what had happened between them the previous night.
"Inventing," Wonka said simply, and Charlie laughed.
"No, really? I'd never have guessed." Heart pounding, Charlie wondered what Wonka would do if he were to kiss him, right now in the Inventing Room, for all the Oompa-Loompas to see. Instead, Charlie wrapped his arms around Wonka from behind him, resting his chin on his mentor's shoulder.
"What'cha doing?" Wonka asked him, taking the words from Charlie's mouth. He laughed, but his body was tensing.
"Sorry, I...I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." A lump forming in Charlie's throat, he pulled away, distancing himself from the older man. "I guess last night was a mistake, then?"
"Charlie-" But Charlie was already starting towards the door. "Charlie, it wasn't a mistake...I love you!"
Charlie froze in his tracks, turning around to face his mentor. Wonka smiled sheepishly, and Charlie realized he was blushing. But he didn't dare hope. "W-what? You love me?"
"I love you," Wonka repeated, walking over to Charlie and taking his hands. "I always have..."Without another word, he kissed his heir, and the younger man melted against him. They kissed in the middle of the Inventing Room, neither chocolatier caring if any of the Oompa-Loompas saw them. Wonka backed Charlie up to a table, hoisting him up onto it and pressing against him. Charlie moaned into his mouth, ignoring the clattering of things falling to the floor.
"Willy," Charlie groaned as his mentor kissed his neck. Those lips were going to be the death of him. Charlie leaned his head back as Wonka kissed his throat, tugging at the fabric of Charlie's shirt. Heart racing, Charlie pulled the shirt over his head, letting it fall to the floor. A pair of hands ran up his bare sides, tugging him closer and bringing their mouths together once again. Wonka gathered the boy up in his arms and carried him back to his bedroom, kissing his heir all the way there. Charlie landed on the bed with a loud "Oof!" and closed his eyes when Wonka's lips met his again. "Willy," he sighed against the chocolatier's lips, gasping when they trailed down his neck again and then lower. Wonka licked at a nipple, earning a whine from Charlie, who was squirming and arching his back under Wonka. "Willy...p-please..."
"What do you want me to do, hmm, my dear boy?" Wonka whispered seductively into his ear, and Charlie shivered.
"Touch me..." Charlie moved his mentor's hand between his legs, moaning when Wonka reached down to unbutton his trousers and pull them down, quickly followed by his underpants. He moaned again when a gloved hand wrapped around his hardening length. "Willy...Mr. Wonka...Willy Wonka..." Charlie groaned as Wonka began to stroke him through his glove. Charlie took his hand again and removed the glove, then put Wonka's skin against his length. They both moaned at that, Charlie's eyes fluttering closed as Wonka moved his hand faster. "Faster, Willy...oh God please..." He kissed the older man passionately, and came not long after that into Wonka's hand. Wonka lifted his hand to taste Charlie, and the younger boy's eyes widened.
"Delicious," the chocolatier commented, kissing the younger man again. Charlie pulled Wonka's body against his own, groaning when a pair of hips ground against his. Wonka began to harden against Charlie's leg, and his heir's eyes widened.
"Willy...I want you. All of you," Charlie confessed, reaching up to touch the man's pale face.
He expected him to say no, but the chocolatier just asked, "Are you sure, my dear boy?"
"I'm absolutely sure about you. I always have been," Charlie replied, and Wonka's answering smile made his heart flutter. Wonka pulled him closer, into a more comfortable position, and Charlie straddled the older man. Wonka used some of his chocolate lube before sliding into Charlie.
His heir gasped in pain, and Wonka held him close. "Shhh, my love, it's all right." Charlie whimpered in pain for a few moments, but after a while he got comfortable with it and figured out how to move with his lover. Wonka slid in deeper, and Charlie moaned when he hit a sweet spot.
"Willy," he groaned, his eyes fluttering closed. Charlie thought he was in heaven as he felt Wonka moving inside him.
"Charlie, oh God, I'm...I'm going to..." Wonka moaned, and Charlie felt his mentor come deep inside him. He gasped at the feeling as his own orgasm spilled between them, and he cried out Wonka's name. Wonka collapsed beside him, and Charlie snuggled against him, skin against skin. "I love you, my dear Charlie."
"I love you too, Willy Wonka." Charlie lifted his head and kissed him again, ending their conversation.