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 ----------------------
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