It was a stormy, rainy Saturday yet Karen had been in such a good mood all morning. She had made Danny breakfast, they worked out together, she made him a fancy coffee, she was shining.
Danny and his mom had decided that if Vikram felt his current situation was better than him being a part of their family then good riddance. They were now trying to move on and focus their energy on what made them happy, together as a family of two, for now.
Danny suspected he knew why his mom was so happy today, but didn't want to bring attention to it and spoil it. He had heard her on the phone the night before, all evening with Kyle Masterson, sometimes on speaker as she folded the laundry, sometimes not when Danny was within ear shot. He could hear them laughing and enjoying each other, it went on for hours. He wanted so badly for his mom to have this happiness after suffering so much neglect by his father.
"Danny, Kyle is coming by later." Karen tested Danny with the information.
Danny looked up from his phone, was this a test?
"Okay—" Danny shrugged a little and went back to fake reading something while his mom reset.
"He's um, staying for a few hours." She tried to be casual. Danny fought the smile that crept into the corner of his mouth.
"Yeah, whatever." Danny shrugged again.
"Danny."
Danny smiled at her, "Look, mum, just do you, okay? I'm good, I promise."
"Jo's coming with him."
"Oh."
Karen studied Danny's reaction for a minute, "She um, well, I was thinking maybe the two of you could hang out—"
"I don't need a babysitter. I'll stay away from your bedroom." He chuckled.
"Danny—"
Danny held his hands up, "I'm kidding, I'm kidding."
"Just try to get along, please?"
"Is this like, an audition?"
"What—no!"
Danny rolled his eyes, "Jo and I are fine, we'll find something to do."
Karen gave him a too-tight mom hug and then danced her way toward the staircase, "I'm going to take a bath."
Danny chuckled and held his smile until she had left the kitchen. He had to entertain Jo now? Ugh.
In the late afternoon Danny heard the doorbell from his bedroom and cringed a little.
"I'VE GOT IT!" He heard Karen yell as she passed by his closed door and roared down the stairs.
"Here we go." Danny sighed to himself.
He did not plan on entertaining Jo Masterson this weekend. Lacey was supposed to come over and spend the night, but her mom changed their plans and took her out for a spa day at her aunt's house three hours away….which turned into Mrs. Porter getting too drunk to drive home and thus declaring it a spa weekend. Danny had also tried to reconcile his friendship with Regina but she was still not retuning his calls and texts.
Danny didn't make an effort to greet the Masterson's, instead he braced himself for the inevitable. He heard the unmistakable shuffle of two untied boots approach before the knock on his door came.
"It's open!" He muttered from the bean bags where he was nestled.
"Desai." Jo greeted as she stepped inside.
"Masterson." He didn't turn around.
"Such a warm welcome." She said sarcastically as she threw off her boots.
"Just trying to embrace that big brother energy." He snarked back, still motionless in front of his tv.
"Bro, I'm two months older than you." Jo shook her head, "Aren't you supposed to be, like, good at math and shit?"
"Fuck off." Danny joked back.
"Please tell me we're not watching ESPN all night—" Jo made her way to the bean bags and collapsed down beside him on her belly.
Danny finally looked over at her, her hair was both half-soaked from the rain and yet still dry and brittle, sticking up all over.
"National Geographic, actually." He clarified.
"Can we watch Netflix?" Jo bit her lip expectantly.
Danny sighed and handed her the remote. Jo grabbed it and smiled, sitting up and repositioning herself to sit next to him. Danny shifted away slightly and waited to see what nonsense she picked.
"You ready for finals?" Jo asked about their soccer finals next week as she absently flipped through the Netflix menu.
"Yeah, back's been a little tight, but I'll be ready. You?"
"What's up with your back?" She scrunched her face up.
"I don't know, it's just a little tight—"
Jo sat up, "Sit up." She demanded.
"What?"
"Just sit up, lean forward."
Danny obliged and Jo took the opportunity to jump up and settle in behind him. She began massaging his back from bottom to top and back again. She worked out his knots and his tension and used her knuckles in between his shoulder blades.
Danny let out a few grunts as he accepted her treatment, she was actually amazing at this and he wasn't about to pass it up. Jo eventually pulled her hands away and moved to sit beside him again.
"Better?" She asked honestly.
Danny stretched a little and pulled each arm across his chest to test, "Yeah, actually. Thanks, Jo."
"Any time."
The pair settled for some random season of Breaking Bad and fell into a pretty comfortable silence. Somehow they slid in tighter next to each other, almost snuggly.
"How's Tess?" Danny asked, his mind randomly comparing his cheating father to his mother, who was essentially doing the same thing. He was looking for some way to rationalize the same bad behavior.
Tess was an awesome mom. She would bring Jo to every soccer practice when they were kids, sometimes hauling Danny and Lacey along when their parent's super busy schedules would overlap. She was the mom who always had drinks and snacks, the one with the hair ties, the needle and thread, band-aids and lots of free hugs.
Danny knew that people grew apart sometimes but he struggled knowing that Chief Masterson was creeping with his mom. He felt guilty, like he was the one betraying all those years of selfless bonus mothering he had received from her.
Jo smiled as if she expected his question, "She's good."
"Is she—I mean, does she—"
Jo nodded, "She knows."
"So are they getting divorced?"
"Yes, they've been separated for about a year."
"Really? Wow. So this was before Kyle and my mom—"
"Oh yes, trust me, Danny, my mom is not upset with Karen or any of what is probably going down in your mom's bedroom right now." Jo chuckled, "You know the new hot librarian?"
"Uh yeah, Mr. Taylor's niece—" Danny had absolutely frequented the public library more often once they hired their new librarian.
"Yep! Whitney." Jo raised her eyebrows.
Danny raised his back, "What about her? Did Kyle cheat with her first?" This was getting good.
"No, my mom is dating her."
"Oh shit! Are you serious?!" Danny was shook and brought his fist up to his mouth to try and hide his surprise.
"Mom's happy, dad's been the lonely one. Your mom seems to have made him excited about life again, it's nice to see that. What about you, how's your dad dealing with all this?"
Danny shook his head, "I don't want to talk about him."
"Where's he been?"
"I said I don't want to talk about him!" He bit out, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He dragged his hand down his face and took a deep breath.
"I'm sorry, D—"
"Can we just, let's just watch tv."
A half hour later, they had resumed their mindless pseudo-snuggle. Jo looked over at Danny, his eyes were on the tv, but his mind was obviously somewhere else. Jo moved her hand alongside his and reached to hold it. Danny pulled away gently and looked over at her.
"Jo—" He shook his head no.
Jo sighed quietly, "I know."
Danny watched the frustration flash across her face in his dimly lit bedroom, "You still with Tyler?" He really didn't want to know, but he felt like maybe if he helped her she'd leave him alone.
Jo closed her eyes, "I mean, we've never been officially anything." She reopened and kept her eyes on the tv, "I'm lonely."
"There's lots of other guys, Jo."
Jo looked over at Danny and they studied each other for a minute. Jo was tomboy and Danny had never thought of her in a sexual way. Today she was wearing an oversized flannel button down over black leggings. She wasn't wearing socks, despite wearing the huge boots that now sat toppled next to his bedroom door. Her toenails had green flecks on them, remnants of the polish both soccer teams had worn a month ago when trying to gain support for their finals run.
"I just want to know what it feels like, Danny—" She held her hand up as if that would help her explain, or maybe make him understand, "He never makes me, you know." She shrugged as she silently insinuated a climax.
"It's not like a first kiss or something simple, Jo. It's sex. I can't help you with that—" He rejected her again, trying to sound as gentle as possible.
"It's because you're taken. Wait, no that's not it—" Jo said sarcastically, she wouldn't let it go.
"First of all, Masterson, I don't need a reason to say no, and shame on you for pressuring me!" Danny moved to stand but Jo pulled him so he couldn't.
"Wait, please? I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that, I just—" She looked down, "Honestly, you're a guy."
"Thank you?"
"What's wrong with me?" She looked up at Danny with her huge stupid eyes.
"Jesus Christ." Danny sighed and settled back into the bean bag, "Nothing."
"Do you think I'm pretty?" Jo gave him a half smile, hopeful for the answer.
"You're not not pretty—" Danny shrugged.
"Thanks, asshole." She giggled.
"Someone will think you're pretty eventually. Someday. Maybe." Danny laughed back before she tackled him.
Somehow she managed to pin him to the ground. Danny was relaxed and trying to make the best of wasting a Saturday night Netflixing and life coaching with Jo Masterson.
"Aren't you lonely too?" Jo took the chance and began unbuttoning her flannel top as she sat above him.
"Jo, what are you—" Danny stayed still, horrified, yet honestly curious about what she was hiding under there. She slid the shirt down her arms and tossed it beside them.
"You're not with anyone right now, I know you're lonely—" Jo convinced herself without a word of input from Danny.
Danny looked her up and down, subconsciously licking his lips as he admired her small perky tits and petite frame. Her nipples weren't hard yet and for some reason the tiny indent at the peak of each slope aroused him greatly.
His eyes traveled to her toned abs, not a six pack like Phoebe's, but you could tell she put her time in at the gym too. Danny was very surprised to be as attracted to her as he was. His eyes shot back up to hers and he waited for her to continue.
"You haven't stopped me yet, that's interesting." Jo smirked and pulled the elastic off her wrist and twisted her hair up into a messy bun.
Jo stood and slowly pulled her leggings down revealing her well toned soccer legs, no panties and a triangle of dark red fur. He couldn't look away even if he wanted to.
Jo knelt down and Danny sat up, unable to hide his body's interest in what he was seeing.
"What do you see?" Jo asked playfully.
"Confidence." Danny swallowed hard, his mouth not able to stay closed.
Jo reached and pulled Danny's shirt off. Jo had seen him shirtless a thousand times, but this time, she wanted to see it all. She reached for the front of his shorts and stroked his obvious bulge through the fabric.
"Jo—" He reached and grabbed the back of her neck firmly, pulling her head toward his and resting their foreheads together. Jo was right, he was lonely. He didn't stop her.
Jo wrestled his shorts and boxers off before unabashedly scoping out what she had been missing. She sprang to life and moved to settle herself between Danny's outstretched legs.
"I want to get in on this rotation, Desai. I want to know what good sex is like." Jo said as she took the tip of his cock into her mouth, popping it out and licking down the side, "I won't tell anyone." She smiled before continuing with his blow job.
Danny didn't say a word, accepting her ministrations and keeping his hands to himself. He was still mostly in shock. He eventually dragged her up so he could kiss her.
Danny pulled back first, "Fuck, are you sure about this?" He couldn't believe the words were even coming from his mouth. His dick had absolutely taken over at this point.
Jo nodded enthusiastically. She climbed up and straddled his thighs as he leaned back further against the bean bag, "I just want to feel good—"
"There's condoms in the drawer over there." Danny pointed by his bed before leaning up to kiss her again.
"Good to know—" She whispered before she bit his lip playfully.
Danny involuntarily rutted his junk upward against her center. Jo rose up slightly and positioned him. Danny knew he had less than a second to stop this, he promised Lacey he wouldn't go bare with anyone else.
As if reading his mind, "Let's just feel good." She begged into his neck as she lowered herself further.
Danny nodded in agreement, his body was betraying him. He put his hands on Jo's hips and pulled her down onto his throbbing cock.
"Danny—" She panted, a noise he never got tired of no matter who he was with.
"My god—" Danny stared at her with an intensity she had never seen before. His mouth stayed open as he so obviously enjoyed the warmth she radiated around him.
He watched Jo ride him for a few minutes before he stood and walked her over to his bed, tossing her down gently and earning a giggle. He crawled up her body and finally got his lips on her nipples and down to kiss her fiery red triangle before splitting her legs and sucking on her dark pink lower lips.
Jo held onto Danny's hair for dear life, coming quickly. Danny watched her toes curl, something he had only heard was a thing. That was cute.
Danny entered her leisurely and set a slow pace, "Pay attention so you can teach that asshole how you deserve to be worked out."
Jo whined a little and Danny plunged deeper. His lips went everywhere, passion flowing freely. He decided if he was really doing this he'd make sure to blow her fucking mind.
Danny pushed up onto his arms and rocked into her, hitting her clit with his body with every thrust, it was his signature move. He pushed in deep and rolled her hips up as she took as much of his length as she could. He pulled back and picked up the pace.
Jo was a writhing mess, not sure how to handle her building climax and panicking a little that for the first time she wasn't able to control it herself. She whined and grabbed at Danny's shoulders.
"Hey, hey, relax, let it happen." He kissed her to shut her up, "C'mon, Jo, come for me—" He asked nicely as he worked to bring her home.
Jo nodded, "Oh shit—" and just like that, Jo was soaking his sheets.
"Damn, Masterson." Danny watched her enjoy her orgasm.
Once she came back down she realized Danny was still moving inside of her.
"You thought I was done?" He smiled and kissed her again, "You're currently fucking the captain of the varsity soccer team right now, be ready." He quoted their soccer mantra and she laughed at that, "You good?" He asked her sweetly, still sliding in slow.
"Yeah." Jo smiled back, still a little out of breath.
"Anything you want to try?"
"I always get so close on top, then he'll flip us before I get there—"
Danny flipped them and guided Jo back onto his cock. She rode him with one knee up and one knee down. Danny pulled her other knee up and encouraged her to ride him that way.
"Like that, let's go—" Danny held her tight waist and watched her work, her red triangle pointing to a different spot on his dick as she worked to take him deeper and deeper.
Danny slid his hands down to Jo's hips and held her in place while he pushed up a little, trying to coax her hips open wider to take all of him.
"I can't, I can't—" Jo huffed.
"You will, just relax—" Danny kept her in place until she finally sat all the way down on him, "That's it, now get it."
Jo was shocked and began grinding, the feeling of Danny being so deep with her clit smashed against his torso made her next orgasm arrive almost immediately.
Danny watched her mouth hang and smiled at her obvious satisfaction, "I felt that one. Keep going, you're in the zone now."
Jo braced herself, arms straight as she rode him like she'd always wanted to. She milked him, rolling her hips just enough for the head of his dick to get some deep, warm friction.
Danny reached for her clit, "I'm close, Masterson. You're going make me come this time—" He smacked her ass and rubbed her clit.
They came together, Jo never having had anyone handle her like that before. Danny slipped away to grab them a towel.
"Jesus, Danny. Is it like that with you every time?"
Danny just winked at her as his anxiety about what just happened began roaring in his ears. He walked over to the bed and pulled Jo against him for a hug.
"There is absolutely nothing wrong with you." He said softly into the side of Jo's messy bun, "Own him next time, okay? You deserve to be coming at least once every time. He gets to, it's only fair."
Jo hugged Danny back tight, "Thanks Danny, that was everything I was hoping for. Maybe we can do it again sometime?"
Fuck.