Date: Thu, 27 May 1999 23:52:23 EDT
From: BBBRok1057@aol.com
Subject: Shaun & JC 1

Hey Everyone!  It's Leprechaun!  You probably wonder what I am doing
writing this, huh?  Well, my very good friend, Shawn, asked me if I would
be willing to edit his story for him.  Of course, I would say 'yes.'  Well,
he is such a great guy, he let me write an opening for him.  I think it's
'cause he couldn't think of anything to type.  LOL JK

Well, actually, I was very enthusiastic about writing a preface for him
because this is such an original N'Sync story.  Lately, it's hard to come
up with something original, so kudos to Shawn.  I think you will all enjoy
this story because, one, it is original.  Two, it's just plain fun to read.
It came across to me as a very thought out story.  He didn't just slap some
words down and try to pass it off as a good story.  However, there is
minimal sex at this point, but I can forgive him for it.  *EG* So,
definitely write to Shawn about how much you LOVE this story when you get
done, k?  His e-mail is sjc@greenapple.com. 

If you don't read this part, you'll see it again at the end.  Okay, the
normal stuff applies: This story is fiction and not intended to imply
anything about the real sexuality of the members of N'Sync.  Don't read
this story if you are under 18--or at least don't get caught.  LOL Please
don't read this story if it is illegal in your state, county, province,
yada yada yada.  You gay bashers, read on and retch.  You all know how
happy that makes me!  LOL Hope you all enjoy as much as I did!  Love to all
the fans!

Leprechaun

			     Shaun & JC Part 1
				 By-Shawn

	I sat in the back of the movie theater waiting for Star Wars to
begin playing. The lights started to dim and the normal previews came on.
Halfway through the first preview, a group of five guys came in being
loud. I just wanted to watch the movie in peace.  But they were being
unbelievably loud, I was getting ready to go and say something when the
movie started. I was surprised when they finally shut up.

	I watched the movie in awe. Granted I was unbelievably depressed
because I did not get tickets to see N'Sync that evening, but seeing Star
Wars in my own theater sufficed. George Lucas really out did himself. The
movie was superb, amazing in every aspect. I was truly impressed, and
stunned. I was getting ready to leave the theater from the back when I
heard a crowd of girls start screaming. The group of guys quickly looked
around and saw that there was no escape.

	"If you want to get out of here follow me!" I hollered as I opened
the backdoor of the theater to get out.

	They started running towards me while the herd of screaming fans
followed.  I slammed the door as the last guy squeezed through.

	"God, that was close!" JC said.

	"I can't believe that we can't have just one evening." Chris said,
annoyed.

	At this point I still did not realize who they were and much less
inclined to get in on the conversation that was commencing.

	"Hey, thanks man. I didn't know what was going to happen if it
wasn't for this." JC waved his arms around, offering me a chance to join
the conversation.

	"Yeah, but what exactly is this?" Justin suddenly seemed intrigued.

	I looked up from my display panel and finally realized who was in
the elevator with me. I decided not to freak, regardless of how much I
wanted to.

	"This is my escape elevator, it takes me from the theater into my
private parking garage underground. It helps me leave the theater quickly."
I finally answered, looking into their gazing eyes.

	"Are there elevators in all of the theaters?" JC Asked.

	"Yes, when I had the theater built I made sure that I could easily
leave at a given moment."

	"I didn't see any openings in the walls though?" Joey finally spoke
up.

	"You wouldn't have. They are hidden, and only accessed through a
special panel," I said, actually enjoying all the questions. I never had
anyone pay that much attention to me or any of my projects.

	"Do you need a way back, too?" I asked.

	"Well, actually we haven't booked hotel rooms yet--Wait you know
who we are?" JC asked.

	"Yeah, I must admit I wanted to freak but I know you guys get
enough of that so I tried to keep it cool." I said, smiling.

	Just as I finished, the doors whooshed open and we stood in the
parking garage. I driven the Dodge Durrango to the theater. I was lucky it
was able to comfortably fit all six of us.

	The boys continued talking as we got into the Durrango. I started
to drive home, and about ten minutes into the trip Chris started quizzing
me.

	"So where are we headed?"

	"I live in Lancaster which is around 50 minutes south of here, and
I have a big enough house to let you guys stay there as long as you need."

	"So that is your movie theater?" He followed up.

	"Yeah, I had it built in Columbus so that it would have more
business."

	The movie theater in its self was almost three times the size of
AMC's the Lennox and had four restaurants and a shopping mall. I had it
designed to look very modern which was an attraction to say the least. The
theater had 45 screens, Sony digital sound in all of them, and stadium
style seating. I was very happy it was a major accomplishment for me to
have completed.

	"And you travel back and forth everyday?"

	"No not at all, I just go up when needed or when I want to watch
movies. I have managers that take care of everything else. They just report
back to me daily through email."

	Joey and Chris didn't say much at all, after that. Justin, JC and
Lance started talking about the concert that night. Just then Joey chimed
in.

	"So why didn't you go to the concert then, Shaun?"

	"I actually tried to, but I wasn't able to get tickets in time."

	"So then I guess you're not a REAL N'Sync fan, because the REAL
ones camped out to get tickets." Joey said with a bitterness in his voice.

	"Hey leave him alone, Joey.  He probably didn't want to be the only
guy in the audience." Justin said, defending me.

	"Yeah I mean the only ones that go and see us are fags anyway."
Chris added, with an evil grin.

	"The reason I didn't camp out to buy tickets Joey or Chris is
because I did not want to have thousands of screaming fourteen and fifteen
year olds all around me. Besides fags make up the biggest percentage of
your audience anyway you should be happy there are so many." I finally had
to defend myself.

	The conversation pretty much came to a halt after that. I turned on
the stereo just to add background noise. I was feeling the lowest I have in
a while. The arguing between Joey, Chris and me hurt. I hated the word
"fag." It was the one word that just turned my insides out, and with the
use of the word, I just sunk into my shell.  We started to pull onto West
Fair, when the guys noticed a huge house and started commenting on how phat
it was. I just smiled to myself. I reached down and dialed the security
code to open the gate that stood in the way of my house and N'Sync. The
gate slowly opened and I started to pull up. The house detected I was
coming home and turned on the driveway lights while it opened the garage
doors. The guys were commenting on how cool the gate opened with the lights
and the garage door.

	"Welcome to my house. It's not as big as it appears." I said

	The truth is I was lying I had the house be the biggest, the
coolest, and the most technologically advanced in the state.  The estate
was approximately 120,000 square feet, including my special areas of the
house.

	They were all stunned with everything so far. It seemed like they
were complimenting me on everything as we walked up to the door.

	I punched in my key code and the door unlocked and opened.

	"Computer, lights." The house turned on the main foyer lights and
adjusted the temperature to be lived in. We walked into the main living
room and sat down. I knew what was coming next. Everyone asked the same
questions. I prepared myself, not wanting to divulge anything that I didn't
want to.

	The truth is that I am a very quiet and reserved type of a person
who hates being in the public eye. I hated the questions that are always
asked of me. I stay to myself as much as possible, and I was happy I led a
productive life, but I didn't have love--the one thing that I have always
assumed I would never have. The entire time they were asking me questions I
noticed JC staring at me. I knew that he couldn't be gay. I didn't receive
any gaydar waves from him, but he was eyeing me.

	"So how is the house controlled?" JC asked.

	"Actually the house is controlled by computer. I bought the
technology from Microsoft and At&T, redesigned it and made it more stable,
more advanced, and a helluva lot cooler. The commands are voice activated.
You just give the computer a prompt by saying 'computer,' and then give a
command."

	"Computer?" Justin asked.

	"Justin it is not going to answer you, you're not in the
database. You have to be added before you can prompt the computer."

	"Oh, sorry." Justin said shyly as JC mocked him and playfully
punched him in the arm.

	Joey stood up and asked where they would be staying. I could tell
he was unimpressed with the entire situation. He was quiet the entire time,
and seemed irritable.

	"Let me add you into the database first. What you will need to do
is say your name and then assign a voice prompt password, usually two
letters of the alphabet and two numbers."

	"Computer? recognize Smith, Shaun authorization Alpha Omega six
three"

	"Smith, Shaun authorized." The computer said in its angelic voice.

	"Computer? Add users."

	The boys went through and said their names, and added their
passwords. We went to the second level and I showed them each their private
rooms and their private baths. Joey was first and hardly said anything,
next was Chris, then Lance, Justin, and JC was the last to be shown to his
room.

	"Shaun?"

	"Yeah, JC?"

	"Thanks for helping us back there, and for having us stay here. I
appreciate it."

	"JC, it's no problem. However I don't think Chris or Joey share
your appreciation."

	"Well, we just finished the concert and we are all tired
afterward." JC said, making an excuse for them.

	JC finally retired and I went to the master bedroom on the fourth
floor. I stripped down to my Calvin's and looked in the mirror. The one
thing about my body that I hated was the hair on my chest. I had my facial
hair and the hair I had on my neck removed. It was the best four thousand
dollars I spent. I slowly climbed into bed and replayed the night's events
to myself, wondering if JC was gay. I decided it was best if I didn't think
about it anymore and tried to get some sleep. Try as I might, I laid awake
for three hours and decided that I needed to go to the secluded area of the
house and work some.

	I started down the steps, and traveled to the den on the first
floor. I sat down and started typing on the computer and the door to the
bookcase opened and I walked down the stairs, continuing to walk when I
heard the computer say "Shaun, temperature is being adjusted and it has
been 247 days since your last visit."

	I had it programmed to say how long it has been since my last
visit. It truly was the most secluded place in the house. It had a grand
piano with great acoustics and a mini bar. I wanted the computer to say
that to remind me how much I didn't get down there to have my own time, an
escape from everything. I need that -- to be alone. While it was great
having five unbelievably attractive men staying here, I felt cramped,
alone, secluded, and even more alone then when I was there by myself.

	I poured a a triple shot of whiskey and sat down at the piano. I
started playing Sarah McLachlan's 'Angel' and singing along. I played the
song over and over just to drown myself in my sorrows. I was at the point
in the song in which I could not take it anymore I stopped playing and
started sobbing. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder.

	"Are you OK?"

	I was shocked! I never knew that anyone could find me in my secret
room. I was just shocked.

	"Uh -- yeah I'm fine."

	

	"Shaun, you're a horrible liar. So, do mind telling me what's
REALLY the matter?"

	"JC, I'm sure you don't want to hear a poor little rich boy
complain."

	"Shaun, I want to hear about the poor little rich boy. You avoided
that topic all together when we asked you about it earlier."

	"I have a question for you first, though. How did you find me?" I
was interested.

	"Actually, I noticed that the controls you used were almost exactly
similar to the ones used in Star Trek." JC told me.

	"And you just put two and two together huh?" I asked.

	"Yeah, I did. That's not a problem is it?"

	"Actually, this is the part of the house that I go to get away from
everything. I guess I am going to have to fix the computer so it won't give
my location when I am down here." I said smiling. "So, you probably wanna
talk now, huh?"

	"Yeah, I would like to get to know the real Shaun Smith." JC said,
smiling at me the entire time.

	"I know a picturesque coffee shop that we can go to to talk. It's
about 40 minutes away from here, but I need to get out right now." I said.

	JC agreed and we walked back to the garage. I punched in my key
codes again and the garage opened. While it opened JC's jaw practically hit
the ground.

	"Shaun, exactly how many cars do you have?"

	"Um, I have exactly 31 vehicles. I guess it is close to one a day?"
I teased.

	We headed back up Thirty-three to a little coffee shop that I
owned. It was almost ready to close when we got there at three in the
morning. However, when they saw me pull up, Diane said she would stay.

	"So how did you get all of this?" JC asked.

	I finished taking a bite of my bagel and replied "Actually I was
the soul winner in a 120 million dollar lottery. I think it was a powerball
or some mega lottery game. But then after taxes I received 80 million which
accounts for the first part of my fortune. I took roughly one-fifth and
invested it into the stock market, which pays dividends. I bought bonds,
and I built this complex. But the most expensive thing is the house. It
cost me roughly 34 million dollars to build, but that is including the
land, computer systems, the cars, all of the furniture -- everything."

	"I remember reading about that, but the winner never -- er -- I
mean you never came forward as the winner?" JC asked.

	"No, not at that time, I was going through a legal battle where I
was being sued and did not want the money to be taken away. I set it into a
blind trust. Which remained pretty quiet."

	"What set everyone off then?"

	"When I started construction of the house, it received statewide
coverage. That lead investigative teams into my lottery winnings, then
channel six broke the cover story. After that, I have been followed,
harassed, mistreated, and judged by everyone. Which is part of the reason I
built such a large house, to get away from people." I replied kinda looking
down.

	"Do you have any family?"

	I really dreaded that question. It was the one that really brought
me being gay into the forefront of everything, which is why I avoided it at
every cost.

	"My family and I do not get along. I gave my parents 100 grand and
after that they pretty much left me alone."

	"Do you have any friends?"

	"Most of my friends either left me or became so interested in the
money that I stopped hanging out with them."

	"Who do you have then?"

	"I have some friends, and they keep a pretty close eye on me. I
think, they think, they need to. I have no clue why, but not one day goes
by that I don't get a phone call from a friend checking up on me." I paused
for a while wondering if he really wanted to know everything. I guessed it
wouldn't hurt for me to tell him. "I really actually love them for that,
and I think they know I love them."

	"What happened to you and your family?" JC asked.

	"Oh, it's a pretty long story"

	"Please go ahead, I want to hear." JC pushed.

	

	I took a drink of my now tepid cappuccino and let out a long sigh.

	"Shaun, you don't have to go into this---"

	I cut JC off.

	"No. it's okay. I mean it's just a very emotional story. Just a
second."

	I got up and walked over to Diane. I told her to go home it was
going on four o'clock and I could close up. She resisted saying it was no
big deal, but I stood my ground and as she was leaving I slipped her a
hundred for staying there with us.

	"I'm sorry JC, its just that we didn't need Diane anymore, and it
is going on four o'clock, so I just said to go home that we could close
up."

	"That's nice that you have such loyal workers. I wouldn't have
stayed here until 4 a.m. for your ass." JC started joking around with me.

	"Oh thanks, I guess JC isn't going to get the Shaun Smith biography
now." I said, joking around.

	"No, no please continue." JC said sincerely.

	"It all started when I was around 18, actually before that. See, I
had always felt that I was the reason my mother and father married. They
did not get married until five years after my birth, and I had always
thought that was strange. So when I was younger they had just used the
excuse of the Vietnam war. I mean I believed that for a while, and then we
just avoided the topic for well--ever. My father was out of town a lot, I
mean I don't remember him ever being a visible part of my life until my
early teenage years when my younger brother was born. My mom had always
provided for me, emotionally, and financially but we never bonded. That
showed throughout my late teenage years coming to an explosion when I told
her I was gay. She absolutely freaked, ran and told my father, my brother
and the rest of my family. I was kicked out of the house almost two days
after I told them." I started to tear up.  I noticed JC was getting
misty-eyed, too.  I handed him a napkin, and continued. "I earned my degree
through Ohio University in Computer Science and Business Management. I
graduated Valedictorian because I then devoted my life to getting far away
from here. I graduated early in fact just about a year and a half ago. I
was one of the youngest double majors they had ever graduated and to be
Valedictorian on top of that, add prestige. I was down in West Virginia
white water rafting when the Tri-State lottery was at its peak. I stood in
line for around 50 minutes and I spent twenty bucks, I pretty much knew I
would never win, but I played anyway. Surprisingly enough, I won. And here
I am today."

	"Wow, Shaun, I don't know what to say, I mean--God."

	"JC, I am fine now. I mean it all worked out didn't it?"

	"Yeah I guess so, but I mean the pain you have gone through."

	"Yeah but hey it's all passed, and I need to be getting some
sleep. I mean it IS 4:45 and we do have quite a drive home now."

	"Yeah we should be heading back now. I am getting kind of tired
now."

	I walked around and cleaned our little mess up. I set the alarm,
and we walked out to the Mercedes. We got into the car and started the trip
home. JC never said another word on the trip home. I wondered if I scared
him with the gay thing. But I also noticed he was drifting in and out of
sleep. So I didn't let it bother me much.

	We had arrived home and JC was still asleep. I decided I would have
to pick him up and carry him in. He woke right up when I tried to pick him
up.

	"Wake up sleepy head. We're at the house now." I said.

	"Oh, okay. Hmm just a second."

	"Here let me help you up."

	I got him out of the car, and we walked into the house and to his
bedroom on the third floor. We got to the doorway and an awkward silence
soon followed.

	"Um, JC?"

	"Yeah, Shaun?"

	"I just wanted to say thanks I mean that." I pulled JC into a hug,
not wanting to let go. We just stood there for what seemed like an
eternity, until JC broke the silence.

	"Shaun?"

	"Yeah JC."

	"I have something to tell you. But its hard to say." JC managed to
mumble the words out.

	Just then we heard loud moans coming from one of the rooms. JC
looked up at me and we both looked at each other puzzled. We could tell it
was two men moaning but who was it? Joey and Chris pretty much stated their
opinions of homosexuals. Justin and Lance? We both stood in each others
arms as we heard someone shout.

	"Oh God!  I'm cumming!" We were both shocked to see what happened
next.

	A door started to open and ----------------------



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Authors note:

Thanks all, don't you hate those cliffhangers? I did when I was reading the
stories there on nifty. But seriously I do plan to make this a HUGE story,
and I am not really sorry for the lack of sex in this story. I mean there
is going to be a lot. But not quite yet, I need to lay the basic ground
work for the rest of them.

Thank you Allen! Your friendship is cherished, and you make me aspire to be
a better writer.

I am just planning on releasing a story every two weeks. With that said
please understand if I don't update every two weeks. I am a full-time
college student while I work full-time and I have a back log of things to
do. You should see how unbelievably thrashed my office is.

Please send me email I love it. My add is sjc@greenapple.com

Thanks again for reading and please send all comments good or bad to the
above address!

Shawn