Of the same kinds, class, or nature

"Don't you think that's a little big to go in there?" Carson looked warily at Ronon from his spot on the bed. Ronon was rubbing some sort of gel over his hand.

"Nah. This is how we did it on Sateda. Take off your pants."

"No, I really think that's going to hurt." Carson didn't know how he got himself into this situation. He was a little drunk, and he might have flirted with Ronon a bit, but it was one thing to talk about rites of passage and another to end up in the middle of one.

"Doc, you wanted to know what it was like. Pants off and bend over."

"Really Ronon, I'm a doctor. Fists just aren't supposed to go there." He was beginning to think there was no good way out of this situation that didn't involve extreme pain.

"On my planet getting a fist up the ass was a sign you were truly a man. So bend over and take it like one." Carson had never heard Ronon use that particular tone before. He was really worried now.

"I don't want to be a man!" Carson squealed a bit and backed into the corner. Ronon moved forward and loomed over him.

Carson was about to scream for help when Ronon stepped back and started laughing.

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What happens next? Does Carson get a fist up the bum? Or was Ronon joking? YOU'LL NEVER KNOW. Cause I'll NEVER WRITE IT.