Thread: ~Charlie Bucket and the Amazing Chocolatier~

Oh geez that's long, I just couldn't stop writing... o.0 Charlie smiled at Mr. Wonka's reaction. It seemed as though they were both feeling mutual about the situation, and that made him giddy inside. Charlie felt the man's fingers snaking along his sides, but tried to get away too late, and found himself being tickled mercilessly. The boy squealed at the feeling and wriggled around like a fish in his grasp, trying to push his hands away and giggling uncontrollably. Hehehehehe-hehe-it hurts! Charlie cracked up, his tummy aching from laughing so hard. The boy took a breath and grinned, his chest heaving from the effort of surviving the tickle attack. He made a note in his mind to get Mr. Wonka back later, when he was least expecting to be tickled. The Bucket child grabbed Willy Wonka's gloved hand and followed him through the wild candy brush, watching him fiddle with the wall and wondering just exactly what he was planning. He entered the opening without question, and was then surprised to find that they had come into a completely unexpected area. Wow! Charlie gasped, running into the room. The walls were a bright white, and the floor impeccably clean the boy slipped his shoes off just to make sure he didn't track any edible meadow inside. This is...spectacular! Noticing the slick, flawless floors, Charlie jogged forward and slid a few feet on the friction of his socks, laughing in amusement. While Mr. Wonka was getting his drink, his assistant was busy exploring curiously, noticing the odd little touches of the room. It definitely looked very Wonka-inspired, clean and slightly modern, yet quirky. The bottoms of the legs of the stools looked something like lollipops. Any kid had only ever dreamed of having a hide-out like this. Charlie turned when Willy beckoned him, skipping over to the couch to sit by him. It then became apparant by his movements that Mr. Wonka wanted him to sit right on his lap, and facing him Charlie did what he was told, not thinking much of it. He did, however, think something of the hand that reached back around his backside, and a rosy flush immediately came upon his pale face. Something of a small giggle stopped short in his throat, that specific place being extra sensitive to patting, pinching, spanking or any actions that often happened there. The kiss was a bit board-like, as Charlie wasn't expecting it and hadn't had much experience. The blush on his face only grew worse every time Mr. Wonka kissed him, it seemed he died a little of a strange, nervous happiness. The boy trembled a little as he felt the perfect lips graze his slender neck, then the teeth, and then the bite. Charlie moved his neck away a bit, feeling his heart begin beating faster. He felt so sensitive to any of the man's touches, and they felt so good that it made his stomach ache every time he thought about it. Little did the boy know, what he was feeling for the chocolatier was an intense physical desire, but he didn't quite know what to do with that or if it was even natural. I...I don't know... Charlie replied, not really sure what he wanted. I. uh... What did he want... I just wanna....see a little bit of you? the boy said in an almost question like tone, carefully peeling the gloves off Mr. Wonka's hands. The flesh beneath was pale and smooth, masculine yet uncommonly graceful and slender. Charlie grinned with satisfaction, then moved down lower and stared at the candy maker's middle. Glancing at him as if for permission, the boy gently untucked the shirt from the top of the trousers, with as much care as he gave unwrapping his birthday chocolate bar. As the shirt and sweater were rolled up a bit, Charlie saw the ethereal whiteness of the skin, and felt heat. Mr. Wonka's hips were slender, and his stomach was flat and hard, skin smooth to the touch, but firm underneath. A hint of curious envy flashed in the boy's chocolate eyes, and he leaned forward, his bare forearms meeting the warm flesh as he wrapped his arms around the man's torso in a straddling hug. His heart fluttered against the other in the intimate moment. Small, nimble fingers ghosted over Mr. Wonka's back, and it was apparent that the boy was becoming entranced with the simple touches. The light weight of Charlie shifted on Willy's lap, and he clung to him like a koala, putting his button nose at the curve of the chocolatier's jaw and nuzzling gently. I just want....I want.... Charlie breathed, feeling his body rise in temperature in an odd way. ...touch... was all he could manage, lost in the simple yet intense pleasure of the feel of Mr. Wonka. Everything about him was just so alluring, even the lightly spicy cocoa smell of his hair. Head still resting near his shoulder, Charlie reached his left hand up from under the clothing and touched a lock of silky hair, stroking it lightly. You're so pretty. the boy spoke quietly, daring to let his fingers ghost over Mr. Wonka's reddish lips. Though the boy was attracted to Mr. Wonka, there was something very innocent in the way he went about admiring him. He was pretty to Charlie, that was the word that seemed to fit. He was like a big doll of a young man, better than any of the small ones you ever saw sitting in toy shop windows. But he was real, and warm, and a delightful candy making genius who could take your life and sprinkle it with sugar. The boy pressed another butterfly kiss to his cheek, snuggling against him, his chest rising and falling a bit quicker than normal. Just being around his new friend made him seem to feel things he rarely ever felt on purpose, like when you woke up from a dream feeling especially good, or when you were scooting along on a tree branch, and all the sudden you didn't want to stop scooting, so you kept going and going and going until... That last thought disturbed Charlie a bit, and he felt bad for thinking such things. He was sure Mr. Wonka wouldn't be too pleased to know he was having that sort of reaction to him.