Justin woke up gently and laid still in his large, very comfortable bed for a time. He'd had a weird dream, but he couldn't remember it much. He shrugged and gazed around at his trophies, several black belts and other memorabilia. He got up and stretched his lean, muscular body and briefly looked himself over in his mirror.
Justin was a very good looking boy. He had smooth, tanned skin, longish blond hair and bright blue eyes. His face was boyish and cute, but also handsome as well despite a still slightly upturned nose. He liked it though and he grinned to show his white teeth. Many a girl at school admired his looks and wanted a date with him.
That was just his face. Justin's body was leanly muscled and athletic and he did a couple flexes. First of his strong, evident pecs, than his six-pack abs and finally his biceps. All were strong and solid and he couldn't count the number of times he'd had the eyes of admiring girls, and the occasional boy, on him. He was currently dressed in only his black boxers.
Pulling on a pair of pants from one of his gi's he went through a door in his room to his training studio. His house was large and could easily pass as a mansion and there were several of these rooms around the house. This one was Justin's personal one though. He practiced some kicks and punches and various fighting moves on the bags in the room. Then he grabbed a longsword from his wall and practiced with that for a while.
"Excuse me young Stanton, sir," came a voice from his bedroom door "May I come in, sir?"
"Oh hey Geoffrey!" Justin called, his voice still high and boyish, but charming nonetheless. "Yeah you can come in."
After a few moments a tall, middle-aged man with greying black hair entered the studio. He was dressed in a black suit and wearing gloves and had a kindly look on his face. This was the Stanton family's butler. He'd served the family for years and was as one of them. "Oh, am I interrupting something?" he asked.
"Nah," Justin said, resting the sword on one of his strong shoulders "I was just finishing. What's up?"
"School is cancelled for today sir. It seems there was quite a bit of snow last night."
"Aw, that sucks," Justin said. He liked time off, but he liked school too. It was so easy and he got to hang out with his friends. "Anything else?" he asked.
"Yes, your boyfriend Colin is here, sir."
"Oh, well tell him he can come on in," Justin said. Geoffrey bowed and left, but Michael and Charles both appeared in the studio right after. Both were thin and athletic boys, and both worked out with much of Justin's equipment and were thus similarly leanly muscled, but Justin beat them both by a margin.
"You heard about it being a snow day, eh?" Charles asked. He had a set of his own nunchaku so had apparently been doing the same thing as his older brother.
"Yup, but that doesn't mean our jobs go on hold," Justin said.
"Duh," Michael said "That's what we came to tell you. Unlike you two who just start playing with your toys, I was actually checking the e-mails." That was Michael, always putting the job first. Both Justin and Charles had to remind him frequently to lighten up.
"But I just got here," came a voice from the doorway. There stood a boy with brown, windswept hair and bright green eyes. He was thin and athletic, and slightly muscled due to working out a bit with Justin's various fitness machines, but nothing near as much as the Stanton boys. He was dressed in jeans and green t-shirt and had a cute face.
"Hey Colin," Justin greeted and crossed the room to give him a kiss on the lips.
"Aw come on dude, get a room," Charles groaned.
"But this IS my room," Justin protested.
"He has a point," Colin said "So you guys got a mission did you?"
"Yes," Michael said.
"Colin can come with us down to the briefing room. It's not that big a deal is it? He knows we're Defenders."
"Fine," Michael groaned after much hesitation "But you and Charles get dressed. Meet me downstairs at the briefing room."
This was done quickly, with Justin and Charles coming down to the briefing room five minutes later dressed in jeans and t-shirt. When they were ready Michael opened the door and they all stepped into their briefing room.