Miles hadn't wanted to be called General, so a lot of the rebels had taken to referring to him as the Commander. Jason scoffed when the name came up during the game "I Never."

"I've never back talked the Commander," said Nelson, a new recruit.

He'd have done well in the militia if he thinks refusing to think for himself is something to brag about Jason thought to himself as he and Charlie took long pulls on their beers, signifying to the group that they had committed the stated sin. It had been a pretty tame game so far. Jason had hoped he'd learn exactly what Charlie's sexual history was. He didn't much care if she was a virgin or not, but the information would help him better work his game and know how long he might have to wait for payoff. Oh well, he wasn't going to be the one to take it dirty, it would make him look like bad, and while the girl might make him so horny he couldn't see straight, he wasn't completely stupid. Six more people rattled off minor confessions before it was Jason's turn.

Jason said, "I've never milked a rabbit."

Charlie looked at him like he was an idiot. He'd hoped for laughter, she had a great laugh, but whatever. She was talking to him. He could work with this. She said, "No one has ever milked a rabbit."

"They're mammals," he insisted. "Baby rabbits have milked them. I bet you my shirt that someone has tried to milk a rabbit."

Charlie just laughed. "I would take that bet if there were any way to ever prove a winner."

Across the campfire, Nelson took the bait. "Then you'd owe him a shirt. There was a a guy in my hometown who tried. The rabbit bit him. It got infected." Jason nodded discretely to acknowledge the backup and decided they guy wasn't such a weasel after all. Nelson went quiet, leaving it to Jason to collect his winnings.

"You heard the man, Charlie. You owe me a shirt. Pay up."

"And what will you do with it? It's not like it's going to fit you."

Breathe the scent of you, wrap it around a pillow and lick it, jerk off into it, he thought. Aloud he said, "I will run through the camp waving it like a victory flag."

"Naked," said Mission quietly. "I dare you."

He didn't know Mission well, in fact he couldn't even remember her first name, but he swore to learn it soon and to keep an eye on her in the future. The girl was wily and he wasn't certain what he was supposed to do from here. He wasn't shy and the thought of getting Charlie shirtless sent enough heat below his belt line that he didn't worry he'd make a poor showing if he did run naked. The problem was that girls never really seemed to enjoy the sight of hanging brain and flopping meat. He knew he had a great ass though, he had even caught Charlie checking it out once, and decided not to miss an opportunity to flex it for her.

He turned to Charlie and cranked up his smile. "Your shirt please."

He couldn't read her face at all, but her hands moved to her buttons and that told him all he really wanted to know. She was going to take it off. She slowly worked her way down, opening it just a little more with each push of a button through a hole and trailing her fingers along her skin as she went. When she finally shrugged it off she was left with nothing but a blue, lace edged bra. She didn't even try to hide behind her hair or any of that other shy nonsense, Jason noted. She was just hanging out in her bra, blue islands of temptation floating in a sea of creamy skin.

"Your prize," she said, holding it out to him "Now get ready for your victory lap."

Jason let her hold her blouse a moment longer, leaving his hands free to peel off his own shirt slowly. He'd heard older guys make reference to flexing for girls as "taking them to the gun show" and he made sure he put on a show for her, rippling so much he was afraid he'd overdone it and wound up looking like he was having a seizure. When she didn't look away or call for a medic he figured he'd done a decent job of it. He'd never worked as hard for a girl as he had to work for Charlie. Maybe that was why he liked her so much.

"Shirtless isn't naked," Mission piped up.

Jason glared at her. He'd figured out how to make this situation work for him and he didn't need help from girls he didn't want to bed as he did it. He dropped to one knee in front of Charlie and slowly untied the laces on his boot. As soon as he took it off he made a show of tossing the boot and sock across the fire and into the woods. He wanted it to look casual and sexy, but he also wanted to get the funky boot smell away. Girls didn't tend to see stanky feet as a sign of virility. Charlie's eyes were fixed on him as he repeated the elaborate fingerwork on the laces of the other boot, disposing of that one as well.

He stood before her in just his jeans and held out his hand. "Your shirt please."

She stared at him with her lips parted. He hoped it was lust her eyes but he'd settle for amazement or shock. Humor wasn't really what he was going for but he knew the next part would probably get a giggle. Maybe if he played it right she'd just think it was hot.

"But you're still wearing pants," she protested.

"If you don't like my methods you're welcome to come take them off of me yourself."

Charlie backed down and held out her shirt. Jason took it and tied it around his waist. He'd hoped it would look more like a loin cloth, something wild and dangerous with a hint of the jungle like he'd seen in a book when he was a kid, but instead the small rectangle of well worn fabric looked like an apron. Damn. Nothing to do about it now but get on with it and let her enjoy the sight of his butt.

"You said you were going to run through the camp flying it like a flag," Mission protested.

"Gimme a second," Jason glared at the girl. Jeez, it was like she thought this had something to do with her. Didn't she know that this was all for Charlie and the rest of them just happened to be there to watch?

He reached behind the small patch of fabric now hanging from his waist and unbuttoned his jeans as dramatically as he could. As he undid the zipper he ran his nail along it, increasing the sound. Charlie's focus was entirely on him, a small smile working the corners of her generous mouth. He shimmied just a little bit to move the pants down his hips and his erection escaped its denim prison. Jason sighed in relief. He'd been straining against the fabric and the freedom of pantslessness was a sharp improvement over the chafing confines of his Levis.

He tried to read Charlie's eyes but couldn't tell what she was feeling. What did it matter anyway? He was naked, she was shirtless, he would find a way to put those things together and make this night awesome.

"You are supposed to be naked and running with a flag," Mission spat.

"Shut up already! It's on my pole. It's a damn flag." He turned back to Charlie, hoping the mood wasn't shot but he could tell it was. Freaking Mission. He hoped she got picked for Mile's next operation. That guy was hell on a squadron.

Jason wracked his brain, trying to figure out how to reclaim the mood and coming up short.

"Just take your victory lap, dude," Nelson advised.

Unable to think of a better plan, Jason set off for his run through the base. It was a small facility and there was a well worn ½ mile track around the perimeter. He thought about taking that but decided against it. If the point was to show off then Charlie needed to be able to see him. He ran from one spot of light to the next, through the center courtyard of the base. First the training room then to the dining area. He briefly rang the dinner bell in front of the chow hall, earning a laugh from the crew around the fire but also drawing attention from others who weren't in on the joke. As he rounded the corner of the planning office he ran into Miles.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Miles asked, disheveled as always and slightly drunker than usual.

Jason stopped running and stood at parade rest with his feet apart and his back rigid. Miles could be a bit of an ass but if they both wrapped their interactions with a layer of formality and custom they tended to get along well enough. When they tried to be regular people together it often went badly. They were too alike, Jason just getting ready to make mistakes Miles had perfected over the years. "Just maintaining my honor, Sir There was a bet followed by a dare," Jason explained.

Miles wobbled briefly before responding. "Carry on then."

Jason ran around the remainder of the building, back through the courtyard and over to his buddies by the fire.

"You seemed to slow down on that last lap," Charlie said.

"Worried about me?" he asked.

"I never worry about you," she said. Then she finished her beer.

A/N: They've given us a bit of a blank slate with Jason and I wanted to play with that. I don't think the lack of college necessarily means Jason couldn't be a horny college boy. His primary trait so far is that he's not as grown up as he thinks he is or as independent as he wants to be. I hope you like Frat!Jason. He's not a bad guy, just desperately horny and far less suave than he pretends to be.