Hank woke up with a blinding headache, a raging case of cottonmouth and a sore body like he had worked out like he did as a rookie. He went to roll out of bed before he felt arms tighten on his waist, and another set clinging to his shoulders. "What the hell?"

"Good morning, Hank." A cheery voice whispered from behind him, lips ghosting over his naked back. "Did you sleep well? We have a glass of water here for you."

"We?" Hank ignored how his voice cracked. "And what…?"

"We are Jerry. Do you not remember? You did drink quite a good amount." The body in front of him said, a shining yellow LED circling in the semi-darkness. "We are sorry about all of this… You were quite adamant that you would remember and that you wanted us…"

"Just… Give me a moment." Hank sat up, and disentangled himself from the android. "Are you both named Jerry?"

"Oh, yes!" The Jerrys sat up and smiled at him. "Many humans find us strange. We have a hive mind; it tends to put off many potential friends or… partners. You are the first human to not care about it." Jerry on the right looked away, a hollow sadness to his voice, but he had a smile at the end of the statement.

"Hive mind? How many are there?" Hank held out a hand to the proffered glass of water.

"Yes. There are many of us, though we do tend to keep to ourselves for the most part."

"So… How did we end up here?" He sighed. "I don't remember much right now, but I will in a few."

"Well, we met at Jimmy's bar. You had bumped in to us as you walked out of the bathroom and giggled as you tried to apologize. You also called us cute." Both Jerrys blushed. "We started talking and when you were about to leave you invited us here."

As Jerry trailed off, Hank started to remember…

He was smashed. Like, he wasn't even going to attempt to drive. He zipped up his pants and flushed the urinal. Connor was not going to be happy with how much he had drank tonight, but oh fucking well. Connor could suck it the fuck up. Hank giggled as he stumbled his way out of the bathroom and into a pair of identical androids. "S-sorry," he giggled. "I didn't mean… Why are you so cute?"

The androids blushed a lovely shade of blue and God fucking dammit it was cute. "Thank you. We are Jerry."

"Hank. Why 'we' and not 'I'?" Hank stumbled to a barstool and sat heavily on the small cushion. "Jimmy! Another whiskey and don't skimp on it cuz I'm fucking drunk. It's my last one."

"We," the androids—one blonde with brown eyes and one with red hair and blue eyes—looked at each other before one of them continued, "we have a hive mind. We are many, but we are also one."

"Kind of creepy when you put it that way, but ok." Hank shrugged. Honestly, he had seen worse with Connor licking fucking blood. He giggled again as Jimmy slides him the glass of whiskey and downs it in one gulp. "Look, I'm drunk. You boys mind driving me home?"

"Sure!" The Jerrys smiled at him, their eyes shining. "We would be happy to!"

The ride was silent but pleasant. Hank felt a heat under his skin as he watched the blond Jerry drive, the other behind him in the back seat. Hank had taken the passenger seat, his coat off. He was hot, and it didn't help that his whiskey dick was raging. Every shift of his legs and hips sent shocks of pleasure from his dick to his head.

"Are you alright, Hank? You are moaning."

Hank's eyes widened and his cheeks warmed. "I, uh… I'm fine."

"Are you sure? You keep… squirming." The redhead in the back seat smirked, a hand coming up to rest on his shoulder. "Is there anything you would like us do to for you…" Hank could practically feel the implied or to you against his skin.

Before Hank thought about it (fucking alcohol) he blurted, "I have a raging hard on for you both."

Both Jerrys laughed, the one driving reaching over to place his hand on Hank's thigh, the other in the back seat leaned forward and slid his hand from his shoulder down his chest. "One thing about a hive mind: we can do two things at once, like…" the blonde behind the wheel kept his left hand on the wheel, while his right hand reached over to pop the button of his jeans, the other leaning forward to unzip him. Hank scrambled to lower the denim and boxers down his hips, his straining erection bobbing against his stomach.

Since Hank had met Connor, he had lost some weight, revealing his rather impressive muscles that had been covered in a slight pudge. Thus, his legs were well defined, the tendons in his thighs jumping as the blonde leaned over, taking Hank's cock in his mouth. "Ey, ey, ey! Eyes on the road!" Hank's voice broke, but he really didn't want Jerry to move away.

"My eyes are on the road." The Jerry behind him whispered. "I can guide the vehicle from his hands while he is rather… Occupied with your pleasure."

"H-h-holy shi-it," Hank groaned, drawing out the words as the blond Jerry sank on his cock, his throat swallowing around the tip of him. "Oh, fuck me…"

"Would you like us to when we get to your home?" Redhead purred. "We are well-equipped for it…"

Hank gasped, his hands flying to the blond hair in his lap, fingers twisting in the soft strands. The mouth was wet, warm and silky against his skin and Hank loved it. "Fucking shit, Jerry."

They pulled into his driveway, and Jerry pulled off him, a smirk on his plush lips. "Hurry up and get inside, Hank."

Hank nodded frantically, yanking his jeans back up, leaving the fly and the zipper undone. Its coming off anyway, he reasoned, sliding out of the car, scrambling to get his house key out as he walked to his front door. He felt both androids come up behind him, their hands on his body, one reaching past him with the house key in his hand. "How…?" Then he remembered; they drove.

Stumbling inside, he felt the hands wander over his body, hands pushing his coat off his shoulders. He heard he front door shut with a snap, the lock clicking into place. "Turn around for us?"

Hank turned and the redhead dropped to his knees, pulling the pants down, his breath teasing the engorged flesh of his cock. "My turn," Jerry whispered, his hot mouth encasing the skin, his blue eyes staring up at him.

"Don't forget about me?" The other Jerry turned Hank's face towards his, their lips smashing together in a heated kiss. His slender fingers unbuttoning the shirt and pushing the cloth off his arms. "So many muscles…" His nails scraped over Hank's firm pectorals, down his nipples and abs. "So hot…"

Hank moaned, his body tingling with the alcohol and the pleasure racing through him. "Fuck me," he breathed. Never in a million years would he have thought that he would be about to have a threesome with twins… Male android twins at that. Is it a threesome if two parties are connected to a hive mind? Hank pushed the thought to the back of his mind as the redhead stood.

"With pleasure," they purred together, giving him identically heated looks. They each grabbed one of Hank's hands, pulling him to the bedroom before pushing him to the mattress and stripping their clothes off. They were slender but muscular like swimmers. He stared, his neck heating along with his cheeks. "Like what you see?" Again, in stereo, making Hank moan.

Again he nodded, his eyes on the bobbing cocks, hard and huge against the pale stomachs. "Oh, fuck…" Hank moaned, sinking off the mattress to his knees to take the blond's erection into his mouth, and moaning at the strangely sweet taste. He wrapped his hand around the other Jerry's cock, jerking him off to make sure he wasn't neglected.

"Shit." They moaned, again in harmony, the blond reaching out to caress Hank's cheek, the other threading his fingers through Hank's shoulder length silver locks. "So good, Hank."

He groaned as he popped off the blond's erection, wrapping his lips around the redhead's. He was so ready to have them inside his ass, his own dick leaking precum down the shaft, the organ twitching at the slow phantom-like touch drew down the length.

"Are you ready for us?"

He nodded, dragging his lips off the faux-skin of the redhead's dick. "There is lube in the drawer there." He motioned at the bedside table.

The blond grabbed the lube while the other Jerry grabbed Hank under his elbow, helping him to his feet, and pushing him to the mattress again, this time, pushing Hank back until he was in the center. "Feet up, handsome." They squirted the lube on to their fingers and down his cock, letting the fluid slide down his shaft, over his sack and down his crack to run over his asshole, making him squirm. "Ready?"

Hank nodded and moaned as a finger circle the puckered hole, easing into him. "Fuck, you can go faster than that." He meant it to be anything but needy, but he failed. He was so turned on that nothing he said would ever be more than that. "Please."

They each inserted a finger, moving in tandem inside him, thrusting in and out. He was moaning much louder than he thought was necessary, but frankly, he couldn't give a shit. This felt so fucking good. The last time he had had sex was before his wife left him, and the last time he had been with a man was before he met her nearly 20 some years ago.

He let out a loud yelp when they found his prostate, and he left each of them add a second finger and massaged that spot. He saw stars and shook around them. "I'm gonna—I'm so close," he moaned.

"Not yet." They steroed again, withdrawing from him, standing up. The redhead and blond stared at each other a moment, their LEDs flickering. The redhead nodded, rubbing the lubed on his hand over his cock. "We are going to fuck you until you can't walk, Hank." The blond walked around the bed, crawling toward Hank until he was kneeling next to his face, his cock at a level that Hank could lean forward and take the organ into his mouth again.

"Yes, please," he moaned, shivering in excitement. Jerry at his groin lined himself up at Hank's entrance and pushed in, making all of them moan. "Oh, shit, Jerry." Hank threw his head back, his eyes closed.

Hank took the other Jerry's cock in his mouth, bobbing once when he felt both men spurt in his holes, the sweet fake ejaculate hitting his tongue. Their orgasm didn't slow them down in any way, the thrusting speeding up, head of the Jerry in his ass pounding into his prostate, the stars in his eyes delicious. Hank moaned loudly as his orgasm rushed through him, clamping down on both Jerrys, his cum spurting in thick ropes, coating his and the redhead Jerry's stomachs. Both of them shuddered above him, gasping and moaning as his body wrung another orgasm from the two androids.

Hank felt his body relax bonelessly, the Jerrys slipping out of the respectively holes. "Sleep, Hank. We will be here to help you in the morning." The Jerrys each gave him a heated kiss before helping the now exhausted human under the covers, laying on either side of him. He felt a hand in his hair, lightly scratching his scalp while another trailed his fingertips over his chest.

Hank looked over at them, his cheeks heating again.

"Remember now?" The redhead smiled. "You seemed to enjoy it a lot, Hank."

"I… I did." His phone buzzed on the floor and he stooped to pick it up from the hastily discarded pants. He had a text waiting for him from Connor.

Have fun last night, Hank?

Why, yes I did. You may not want to come home for a few hours yet.

Noted. Not that I needed to know. Hank could practically hear the sarcasm. Let me know when it is safe for me to return, please.

You bet, kid.

Hank grinned, closing the phone and tossing it back on the pants. He turned and crawled back between the Jerrys, his dick stirring in interest. "So, I don't think you," he looked at the blond Jerry, "got to have a go at my other end."

"Oh, you want a round two?"

"And maybe three and four. We'll see."