A/N: I decided to pick this back up since animeangel008 kept messaging me about it. I'm so busy, so I apologize for all of my late fic updates. I'll be writing the next chapter for There Will Be Two Seats next.

Disclaimer: I do not own Fairly OddParents. I'm not that trippy…

Chapter Two: There's Something Sweet and Almost Kind

Three weeks of miserable agony had already passed. The fact that both the dancer and the pop-star were still living was a grace of God, though it wasn't for a lack of trying on either part.

Chip was a nightmare to work with. If he didn't out right refuse to stand within a foot of Timmy, which was ninety percent of the time, then he spent their time together physically picking on the lithe dancer, driving him to the point of retaliation. Chip once left the studio with a bruised eye, although it was obvious the only real injury was to his pride.

The blame wasn't entirely Chip's, as Timmy was quick to lose his temper at what he deemed Chip's "selfish, underhanded, useless, lazy" attitude. Wanda would constantly pull her pupil aside, begging him to take things slower and to help ease the celebrity into it, but Timmy would just scowl and roll his eyes, faithless to the idea that Chip would be anything less than stubborn.

So, three weeks and a fight with his manager later, Chip found himself trudging reluctantly up to the school thirty minutes earlier than usual. Chet made him come early to beg Timmy's forgiveness before their lesson. Ha! Like that would ever happen.

Chip huffed angrily as he threw the heavy doors open, shuffling inside with an irritated look. He made his way slowly down the long hallway, taking as much time as he pleased to get to the classroom. When he did get there, he stopped in the doorway, dazed by what he saw before him.

Timmy twirled around the room, his body bending and stretching to the soft music the floated from the speakers, seemingly entwining its way around his graceful limbs. He swayed and rocked and twisted his frame, unaware of Chip's staring.

And Chip was staring.

His eyes were glued to the small teen's movements as he worked his way across the dance floor. The hair on his arms and neck stood on end when he watched him roll his hips a certain way or bend in a certain direction. He couldn't help but consider it beautiful, mentally cursing himself for not letting Timmy show him any of this earlier. He'd been too busy pitching a fit to actually see the talent the young dancer possessed. He felt terrible. He also felt the alien urge to apologize to the brunette boy and ask him for a second chance.

The pop sensation was broken from his thoughts when Timmy stopped abruptly, looking right at Chip, his big blue eyes swimming with embarrassment and irritation.

Chip gulped. Dropping his duffle bag on the floor, Chip looked up meekly at the teenaged tyrant who seemed to be fuming from his spot on the dance floor.

"Um…Hi, Timmy."

"You haven't given up yet?" the pink-shirted boy hissed, stalking over to his so-called dance partner. "Are you determined to ruin me or something?"

Chip bit his lip. What was he supposed to say? 'Sorry I've caused you mental anguish for the past three weeks, but I'm ready to learn now'? The celebrity sighed raggedly, looking apologetically at Timmy.

"You dance nice…"

Timmy was silent, looking uncertainly at Chip, slightly shocked by the sincerity of his compliment, despite its grammatical error.

"T-thank you…?"

Chip looked away, unsure of what else to say. He shuffled his feet nervously; well aware of the icy blue eyes scrutinizing him.

"I'm ready to learn now…"

Blue eyes narrowed again as the lithe dancer stepped closer. He crossed his thin arms and stood unwavering, his gaze scrutinizing the uneasy pop star. "Hmph," he huffed, tilting his head to the side in carful contemplation, "I'll give you one more chance. If you screw up, it's on your head. Got it?"

Chip looked up at him quickly, shock evident on his face as his hopeful eyes met guarded ones.

"Really? You mean it?"

Timmy crinkled his nose in annoyance. Scoffing, he turned on his heel and made his way over to his CD player, which he promptly turned off. "Let's get to work Chip. We can use this extra time to our advantage."

Breaking into a delighted grin, the celebrity scooped up his duffle bag and followed Timmy into the room.

It would be a lie if Chip was ever to say that he didn't feel bad for calling Timmy gay. Because he did. In fact, he felt mortified, for as their lessons continued over the week, Chip found he was…attracted to the teen.

He thought it was just fascination at first. Timmy was an amazing dancer and anyone in their right mind would be fascinated with the way he moves his body.

However, Chip realized all too soon that watching the swift, sensual movement of the teen's hips was doing more to him than simple fascination. He found himself wanting. He became increasingly eager to dance with Timmy rather than just watch him; wanting to feel those hips against his own. The lust in Timmy's every movement made his skin crawl with desire. It took all Chip had to keep from embarrassing himself during rehearsal.

Not like he was happy to feel this way, thus bringing up the gay point. Chip was straight. End of story. It wasn't right to feel sexually attracted to a boy. It was gross.

"Maybe it's his tiny figure. And all that pink…That's girly, right?" Chip thought to himself one day after practice where he had come uncomfortably close to getting a hard on.

But Chip knew too well that Timmy was a boy, as their dancing had become intimate enough for Chip to feel the proof if he'd wanted it.

The pop star wracked his brain for answers.

Maybe it was okay to feel this way. Timmy was good-looking. Very pretty, in fact. So, it was obvious that Chip still had his impeccable taste in lovers. And, if they were to ever…well…become intimate, Timmy was small and lithe, giving Chip the opportunity to top him, so it's not like he had to worry about that.

Chip sighed, thinking it all over in the limo as it drove him to this studio. He stared out the tinted windows in a vain hope that any answer he was looking for would be right outside. Finding only fly-by scenery, he returned to his thoughts.

"I could give it a shot. It's been a while since I've gotten laid, anyway." Chip thought, although something in his chest tightened at the thought of using the boy for his own sexual experiment. It worried him to not know what the pressure meant. He'd never felt it before. He didn't understand. What was Timmy doing to him?

He decided to ignore the pressure for now. He had to focus on actually reeling the boy in before it could even mean anything.

Chip sighed raggedly. How was he supposed to reel Timmy in? The boy was an absolute brick wall. Cold, hard, and harsh…except when he was dancing.

When Timmy danced, he seemed to drop his defenses, allowing the music to sooth him as he moved with it. Chip shuddered, enjoying the image too much for his own liking. Though he had to admit, when he held the teen close as he danced, the teen seemed to want to be there. He seemed to enjoy the intimacy. But...was it the dancing he felt it for…or Chip?

The pop star grinned inwardly. Perhaps Timmy felt that same lust for Chip, and his cold façade was how he kept it in check.

Timmy gently placed the CD in the player. He'd just finished warming up for his lesson with Chip and was ready to begin whenever Chip arrived.

Chip…

Timmy felt his neck warm up. Then he scowled, slamming the lid of the CD player down.

He felt obligated to admit that Chip was sweeter than he ever thought he could be. He also felt obligated to admit that, for some sick, twisted, 'fate-must-hate-me" reason, Chip was a fantastic dance partner, despite his inexperience. There was just something about the way their bodies moved together that felt…right.

The teen huffed in irritation. "I'm getting distracted…" he mumbled under his breath. He was dancing with Chip to help the studio and to further his own career. Not to flirt with jerky celebrities. And Timmy had an unfortunate way of finding out how much of a celebrity Chip was.

Halfway through the week Chip had finally agreed to cooperate, fangirls had found out where Chip was getting dance lessons. They then proceeded to mod outside of the building during his entire lesson. Some even joined the school in hopes of seeing Chip or to claim that they were going to the same studio as him. Wanda was thrilled, but Timmy wished he could just poof them all away rather than have to teach the insufferable brats.

Then some of the girls discovered that it was Timmy who was Chip's teacher. That didn't go over well. And he thought Chip had been an ass when it had come to the "anti-gay" attitude.

He wandered into the hall to glance out one of the tall windows, catching sight of the already huge crowd. He caught the eye of one of the girls, a new student at the school, and she gave him a cold, hateful look. Timmy rolled his eyes at her, which seemed to ruffle her feathers, and moved from the window to walk back into his classroom.

"How could anyone put up with those vile people…" he growled to himself, wondering how Chip could put up with it every day.

Then again, that's just the kind of guy Chip was. He loved to be loved and he found great pleasure in having his fans follow him.

It made Timmy's stomach churn. He didn't like it at all. Though, isn't that what he wanted eventually? To be a famous dancer? To have crowds of adoring fans?

He sighed. Why was it bugging him so much that Chip was so loved?

The teen crossed the room to stand in front of one of the huge mirrors. He stared at himself, scrutinizing his image, his posture, his face, his everything. He scowled again.

"I bet I'm just another fan to him…"

Timmy didn't know what bothered him more: the idea of Chip thinking he'd ever be a fan or the fact that he wanted Chip to think of him as more.

A/N: Okay. End chapter 2. Now I'm off to write more of There Will Be Two Seats.

Haha, Chip, I love how you still end your deep, romantic thought process with a selfish thought. Go figure.

Next Chapter

I Thought You Thought: Chet, inspired by Chip's progress, decides to send the rest of Rock and Rhyme to the studio for lessons. When Chip sees Timmy's intimacy with them, he gets jealous and they argue. Then, Timmy disappears. FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENS NEXT TIME!