Wonka was thrilled that he finally had Charlie alone; this was what the day had been leading up to. He looked down at the boy and noticed how nervous he was, making him smirk. He reached over and took Charlie's hand, leading him back to the room with the swimming pool; Charlie jumped a little and blushed at the contact. Once they were there Wonka walked them over to the rack of beverages. He grinned down at Charlie, "Choose a flavor," he said with a high pitched voice. There were so many flavors, fruit flavors, candy flavors, and also dessert flavors; he was having such a hard time deciding. But then he saw his favorite fruit, pineapple, and he picked that one. He smiled shyly up at Wonka and held it in his hands, unsure of what to do. Finally he decided to open the bottle so he quickly did and went to take a drink from it. But then Wonka stopped him, "Oop," he snatched the bottle from his hand, "I'm going to show you a different way of drinking it." His eyes glittered; he was just itching to do what he had in mind. Charlie looked up at him, startled and confused. He fidgeted as Wonka took a drink from the bottle, but he didn't see him swallow. Suddenly Wonka was bending over and grabbing Charlie's face by the chin, pushing on his cheeks, causing Charlie to open his mouth. Charlie's brows furrowed even more in confusion. Then, to the young boy's surprise, the chocolatier opened his mouth and let the liquid pour from his mouth into Charlie's. The soda was so incredibly sweet and the taste was unbelievable. He swallowed and then closed his eyes, savoring the taste that was left over. He even made a small humming noise.
Wonka grinned again, he was pleased with the boy's reaction, and it stirred something within him that had never been awoken, arousal. As he stared down at the boy's open mouth he couldn't resist the urge to lean down again and swipe his tongue lightly along Charlie's lower lip, he tasted some residue on it and moaned quietly. Then, without warning, he plunged his tongue into Charlie's mouth and kissed him deeply, but only for a moment, Charlie whimpered.
Wonka quickly stood up straight, his eyes were closed now too, he had completely dazed himself, and, just like Charlie, he felt like he was going to faint. But he took a deep breath and opened his eyes, looking back down at Charlie, "Do you like it?" It was a hopeful question.
Charlie nodded, his eyes fluttering open, "Y-yes… It was the best thing I've ever tasted."
Wonka's face immediately lit up, he was jumping up and down on the inside, "Oh good! Splendid! I'm so glad you like it." He then took that time to take his own real drink of it. He smacked his lips before taking Charlie's hand again, "We're going to go underwater now and we're going to be able to breathe," he said as he led him to the pool, "Then you'll also find out what the side effect of a yellow drink is."
Now that they were near the pool Wonka threw his cane to the side and took off his long coat, then he jumped right into the pool, creating a big splash, Charlie giggled. Now it was Charlie's turn to jump in and he did the biggest cannonball he could. Once they were both underwater Charlie opened his eyes and let them adjust to the odd feeling, he was holding his breath due to habit. Finally he remembered he was supposed to be able to breathe and he breathed in, it was a bit scary doing so since it was so unnatural. He smiled and wide when he found out it was true, then he noticed the side effect as he looked over at Wonka and then to himself. They were both glowing bright yellow, as if surrounded by some kind of aura, it was amazing and beautiful. Charlie began to swim around happily, really enjoying the feeling; then he swam over to Wonka, making circles around him with a grin.
Wonka smiled wide again as Charlie had his fun; it really was worth all the carnage in order to have this moment. He reached out to the boy and took his hand, pulling him close. Then he brought his lips to Charlie's again, this time it was a lingering close-mouthed kiss, until he began to part the young boy's lips with his and inserted his tongue. Charlie wasn't as surprised this time, but he enjoyed it just as much. He never thought a man would be doing this to him, he always thought it would be a girl his age, but he was very pleased that it turned out this way. Wonka tasted so sweet just by himself and he realized that the part of the drink that was the best thing he'd ever tasted really came from him. He didn't think he could eat anything ever again without wishing it could taste as good as this.
When Wonka pulled away Charlie was disappointed, he desperately hoped the chocolatier would do that again sometime. Wonka smiled brightly before swimming back up to the surface and climbing out of the pool, Charlie followed him. Now that they were out Wonka pranced happily over to a towel rack and grabbing one, he didn't really need one, and then he pranced back. He knelt down in front of Charlie and wrapped the towel around him, ruffling the boy's hair in the process, "I hope you had fun. And I hope we continue having fun. You're going to be living with me and I want you to like it here."
Charlie's words burst out, "I had so much fun! I love it here! And I love you!"
Wonka froze for a second, not expecting those words, they meant so much to him, no one had ever said that to him. He chuckled nervously, blushing, "Good, good. I'm so, very happy." He bopped him on the nose, "I think next time I'll show you grape." He grinned before wrapping his arms around the boy; he just may have found his perfect companion.