Twi: I made Charlie a little bit of a jerk in this story. Sorry, he kind of ended up reflecting my view on my ex.

Charlie: You made me seemed like…!

Willy: I so don't like this!

Twi: Heh,

Chapter two

Willy sat curled up in his chair, knees drawn up to his chest. His mind was racing with a hundred thoughts. And none of them were things he wanted to think about.

But the most dominating of the thoughts was one single thought: Charlie had kissed him. It frightened him, he hated to admit it, but the emotions that had welled up inside of him when the teenager's mouth had pressed against his had been…well they'd be amazing. Never in his life had anyone made him feel like he did when Charlie was around him. How long had he been feeling that way? Willy couldn't answer the question; he'd always felt strange when he was around Charlie.

Willy franticly shook his head, "No," he muttered, "I will not think about this," he told himself. He wasn't going to give in to this, he'd been through a lot of things in his life, and by God he could get through having Charlie think he was in love.

But would Charlie get over it? Now wasn't that a question.

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For his part, Charlie had curled up inside his room, blanket drawn up to his chin, he felt sad, angry, and happy. Sad that Mr. Wonka hadn't seemed to return his feelings, angry that the older man had belittled him, who was he to say Charlie didn't know what he was feeling? And happy, happy that he finally knew how wonderful it felt to kiss the one person in the world that he loved.

Charlie sighed and cuddled deeper into his blankets. Now that he was really thinking about it, Charlie realized how stupid it had been to kiss the older man. How was he going to face the chocolate maker tomorrow?

"Oh, God," Charlie muttered, "I'm such an idiot."

He couldn't help feeling frightened of what Mr. Wonka would say to him when they met each other to brainstorm in the morning.

"I'll say nothing," Charlie muttered. Yes, that was perfectly reasonable thing to do, Mr. Wonka wouldn't want to talk about what happened, and if Charlie didn't bring it up than nothing would come of it.

But, a little voice in the back of his head said, you know you want to kiss him again.

Charlie groaned and buried his face into his pillow; it was going to be a very long, long night with all these thoughts running through his head.

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Charlie had trouble dragging himself out of bed the next morning, he'd only gotten a couple hours of sleep. His brain hadn't seemed to want to let him have a moment's peace, almost like it was saying 'Hah, that's what you get for being so stupid and not putting me to good use'

Charlie had to agree with his brain, he needed to use it more often, if only he'd come to this conclusion before he'd kissed Mr. Wonka.

Charlie tugged on a light blue pair of jeans, he dug around and finally chose a shirt that was just a shade off from the color of the jeans.

He normally didn't wear light colors because they tended to wash the color out of his skin, but today he didn't feel like wearing his normal cloths.

He walked into the bathroom and ran his hand through his hair, it was in need of a trim.

Finally after everything was said and done Charlie walked out of his room and headed towards the main workroom, silently praying that Wonka wasn't there.

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Willy tucked a hand under his chin as he wrote down an idea on the pad of paper, feel slight out of it, he'd likely end up throwing out everything that he'd just written.

"Hey," Charlie said from the doorway.

Willy turned his head and gave a nervous smile, "Hello Charlie," he greeted.

Charlie took in the sight of the older man and realized that he wouldn't be able to ignore the way he felt, but maybe he could make the other man return his feelings.

Charlie crossed the room and carefully leaned against the desk, pretending to study what the man had already written.

Willy's breath caught in his throat, being this close to Charlie was so painful, he wanted to reach out and touch the boy, just to feel the warmth.

Charlie realized that Mr. Wonka hadn't heard a word of what he'd just said, the man was staring off into space, Charlie grinned to himself as he leaned down close to the chocolate maker's ear, "Mr. Wonka," he whispered.

Willy jerked and turned his head, "Sorry, what did you say?" he said quickly. He suddenly realized how close to Charlie he was sitting and he drew in a sharp breath.

"I said," Charlie said leaning back, "That none of this is going to work," he said pointing to the pad of paper.

Willy smiled slight, "I figured that out already," he muttered.

"You really can't do anything without me can you?" Charlie teased.

Willy's eyes widened and he glared, "I seem to remember running this factory just fine before you," he snapped.

Charlie gave the chocolate maker a hurt look, "So you don't want me?" he questioned.

Willy froze, the double meaning wasn't lost on him. He gulped and turned his face away from the teenager, "Charlie…" he sighed, "Please, just drop it okay?" he questioned.

"No," Charlie said.

Willy's eyes widened. Charlie never told him no.

Charlie suddenly grabbed the chair and turned it so that the man sitting in it had no choice but to face him.

"Charlie," Willy pleaded, starting to push away from the boy.

Charlie shook his head, "No, don't ignore me Willy." He pleaded.

Willy's eyes widened, he looked at Charlie and felt his insides starting to crawl, he couldn't, no, he wouldn't let this happen.

"Charlie, you already know my answer." He said firmly.

"Than…Than I'm going to leave the factory…"

Willy was frozen, "Charlie," he whispered, "be reasonable!"

"I am, I'm telling you what I'll do if you don't feel the same about me." It was childish, Charlie realized, trying to blackmail the man into a relationship, but if it didn't work… Charlie was trying not to think about that.

Willy stared into the soft brown eyes, so set in what they wanted.

"Charlie, please," Willy pleaded.

Charlie shook his head, "No. It's yes or no," he said simply.

Willy cursed under his breath, "Can I have time to think this over?" he questioned.

Charlie smiled, "Nope," he said simply.

Willy closed his eyes and shook his head, "I don't want to lose you Charlie," he said.

Charlie leaded closer, his mouth hovering next to Willy's ear, "You don't have to," he said softly.

Willy opened his eyes and turned his head slightly, "Charlie…" he trailed off as he felt the boy's mouth pressing against his ear.

Charlie slowly let his mouth travel against the pale skin, enjoying the taste of the chocolate maker's skin.

Willy fought back the whimper that was caught in his throat, if he stopped Charlie he'd lose him forever, but if he let him continue, he'd be losing something inside himself.

"Yes or no," Charlie whispered.

Willy closed his eyes, "Yes." He answered.