Getting it Out of My System

A/N: I've speculated this for a while, long before I got back into the series I figured Henry had a thing for Gordon. Gordon would always poke fun at Henry and vice versa. They were always together. If it was a Gordon episode, Henry was in it. If it was a Henry episode, you'd probably see Gordon. This holds true in the new season so far. So, after years of speculation, I'm getting this out of my system. Besides, as many male trains that there are, this should have been written a long time ago.

It was one of those days. The kind of day where something unexpected happens and it ends up affecting you forever. Sometimes it was good, sometimes it was bad but for Sodor's number 3 and 4, it would lead to something more.

Henry was making his way back to the main line from the forest; he was pulling the usual train of logs. It was a day like any other: blue skies, fluffy white clouds, Henry pulling a goods train, yup nothing new. He noticed he was approaching a junction, but the light was green. 'No need to stop then.' Then he felt it. The rails trembled; a loud whistle came from around the bend. He knew that whistle right away.

"Out of my way, express coming through!"

The green tender engine did his best to stop, but he was going too fast and Gordon was going even faster. He knew one day Gordon would take him out, it was only a matter of time and he mentally cursed the switchman for it. It was a futile attempt but he decided to go for it as the blue engine neared him, "Gordon, stop!" Henry cried. Gordon's brakes screeched as he tried to stop; Henry closed his eyes and waited for death's cold embrace. However, death never came, nor did the extensive, excruciating pain. The green engine felt something different altogether and it was warm and soft. He liked it. Henry opened his eyes to see Gordon backing away from him slowly; his cheeks were tinted with a hint of pink.

"Are you OK, Henry?" he asked.

The green engine blinked, "Of course Gordon, I'm fine." The blue engine said nothing. Henry wasn't sure what had happened but he had an idea. "Gordon… did we just - -"

"Well, it's good to know you're alright! I must be going now, the express can't wait!" Gordon smiled nervously. Once the points were switched, he hurriedly went on his way. Henry watched as he passed him; he sighed heavily and continued towards his destination.

Gordon thundered down the main line, he was still blushing. He was processing what had just happened. He had kissed Henry, sort of. Their lips had lightly brushed against each other but he still considered it a kiss. Despite his noticeable embarrassment and shock, he kind of liked it and he hated himself for not taking it further. He had always liked the green tender engine, but he'd hide it by being rude and arrogant. Henry didn't seem to mind though, like when Gordon took his special coal because he thought it would make him perform better, or when he joked about Henry's mishap with the Flying Kipper only to have an accident of his own. Gordon wasn't sure if Henry felt the same way, sometimes it would almost seem like it, almost…

"We passed a station, Gordon." His driver announced.

The blue tender engine stopped. He had been so caught up in his thoughts, he wasn't paying attention. As he backed up and returned to the station, James was there. "Good job there, Gordon!" he joked. "Hey, did you see Henry, today? He looked kind of sad, I wonder if he's feeling ill…" the red engine noticed Gordon's blushing cheeks, dazed expression, and lack of response. "What's going on with you? Why are you blushing?"

Gordon was pulled from his thoughts again, "What? I'm not blushing! I don't have time to talk to little tender engines like you! I must be on my way, the express can't wait!"

James only raised an eyebrow as he watched his friend depart, something was up.

"You like him, don't you?"

Henry's eyes widened, he looked towards Emily, "What?"

"I know you do, you can't lie to me, Henry." She said.

Henry had returned to Tidmouth after delivering the logs. He didn't even know she was there, he must have been uttering something he shouldn't have to make her even say that. He found himself doing that a little too often recently, a few "I love you's" would escape from his lips while he day dreamt at a station or a junction. Sometimes it happened at the sheds. Luckily, all but Emily seemed to have ignored it. "Like who?" he asked.

The emerald tender engine gave him annoyed look, "You know exactly who! I was surprised when I realized it; he's not very nice half the time, especially towards you."

Henry chuckled, "Maybe he's trying to hide his feelings… or maybe I'm just a masochist. How'd you figure it out?"

"Oh that was easy. You two are pretty much always together, always picking on each other."

"Heh, we're always with James too."

"He's just a third wheel. Does James even know?"

"I doubt it. I don't think Gordon likes me more than just a friend… I don't think he's into… well that." His own words only made him sadder.

"Have you told him how you felt?"

"No."

"Well shouldn't you? Or at least find out if he's into that."

"I really don't think he's - -" Henry stopped himself as soon as he saw Gordon backing in to the shed next to his. His blush was gone and was replaced with a worried expression. He looked back at Emily.

"Ask him!" she mouthed. Henry sighed again in response.

So, later that night, after all the other engines had long since fallen asleep, Henry decided to ask Gordon. He cleared his throat, "Um… Gordon, are you awake?" The bigger engine stirred, he slowly opened his eyes; he looked at Henry. The green engine continued, "Uh, Gordon - - I was just uh… wondering… what do you think about same-sex relationships?" He smiled stupidly, this was a horrible idea. Why'd he let Emily talk him into this? He was only going to embarrass himself.

Gordon frowned, "What?"

"You know, like two girls in a relationship or…" he lowered his voice, "two males…"

Gordon was surprised. Where the hell did this come from and why was Henry asking him this? "I uh… I guess it's fine?"

"Would you be in one?" Henry turned red, he felt so stupid asking this.

"I don't know… Maybe if it was someone I had strong feelings for, someone I was close to that I had known for a long time. Someone like - -" Gordon stopped himself; this was not the place for it. "What about you?"

"Of course, I don't think it matters, as long as you're in love with the other person and they love you equally." Henry grinned, he had an idea. Maybe with this new information he could see what feelings Gordon had for him or anyone else. "So, who do you see yourself with?"

Gordon was thrown again, "What?"

"I'm just saying hypothetically, it's like a game. So… what do you think about Thomas?"

Gordon smiled; he couldn't believe he let himself get talked into this. "He's nice, but he's too young, and too small."

That would cancel out Percy as well, "Edward?"

"I can't see it working."

"Toby?" Gordon gave the green engine an unamused look. "Ok, then… What about James?"

Gordon laughed, "Be serious, Henry."

Henry remembered what Emily had told him, "But you two are always together."

"So are we."

Henry's mouth hung open; he didn't have a comeback for that one. He looked at the blue engine; he had a certain look on his face. One those looks of longing, a look that Henry received from Gordon a few times before and each time, Henry hoped Gordon would make the first move but he never did. He always held back and it frustrated Henry. If only he wasn't forced to have a driver, if only he wasn't restricted to these damned rails, if only he could have moved on his own at that moment. He would have been on Gordon in a second. Henry blushed, he looked down shyly. "That's true…" he said softly.

"Well Henry," Gordon said quietly, something he was not known for. "What about you? Who do you see yourself with… hypothetically?"

"I - -"

"Henry, it's that time again, old boy." Henry's driver said as the rest of his crew arrived. Henry cringed; he hated pulling that stupid Kipper. He had to go to Crewe because of it; he fell into the ocean while pulling it. That damned train was cursed. What made it worse was that his driver had interrupted his conversation with Gordon, just as he was about to confess too.

Gordon smiled sadly, "Off you go then, Henry. We'll continue later." Deep down, he wished he had told Henry and not just hinted at it. It was going to have to wait another day. Gordon watched as his not-so-secret crush left the sheds. It was his turn to sigh heavily.

"I knew you two liked each other. I don't know why Henry was so doubtful."

Gordon looked towards the shed next to Henry's; Emily was there grinning at him. Had she heard their conversation? She continued, "Did I surprise you, Gordon? Did you think I didn't know? I'm not as naïve as the others."

"Are we that obvious?" he asked.

"Yup, to me anyway, those looks you always give each other. You were a bit harder to figure out, I might add. I knew Henry liked you but I wasn't sure if you felt the same. I guess that was determined tonight." Her expression hardened, "You should stop playing games and be up front, you'll frustrate him."

Gordon grinned, "Isn't it better when you're frustrated?"

Emily's grin returned. She knew what he was up to, "You naughty engine."

The following morning, Henry was well beyond frustrated. He had spent the time he should have spent sleeping talking to Gordon. Not that it was a bad thing, but it left him tired and cranky. Speaking of which, he had to find Gordon. They weren't done talking and Henry had a confession to make. He was so close, so close and it was taken away from him. Henry wheeshed angrily as he left the forest to find the blue tender engine he oh-so desired. He soon found Gordon waiting at Wellsworth Station. He pulled up next to him, "Gordon, you got a minute?"

Gordon looked at Henry smugly, "Make it quick, I have to go soon and I don't have time to talk. Also, I thought I told you not to have your dirty logs so close to my passengers?"

Henry was stunned, and didn't respond. What had gotten into Gordon?

"Nothing to say, huh, I figured as much." The two engines heard the sound of the conductor's whistle. "Well, I must be off, Henry. The express cannot wait." The green engine looked on in shock as Gordon departed, was this all a joke or was Gordon actually serious?

That question was stuck in Henry's mind for the rest of the day. Every time he tried to approach Gordon, he'd blow him off and he didn't know why. What happened to the Gordon from last night, did he die or was he just screwing with Henry? Although both options were bad, the green tender engine hoped it was the second one. He had to find a way to keep Gordon from leaving. Just then, an idea popped into his funnel.

Gordon chuffed proudly down the main line, his plan was working wonderfully. He hoped he wasn't making Henry too angry, but maybe it was better that way. If he took too long, Gordon figured he'd be up front, but this method was so much more entertaining. He could picture Sodor's number three in front of him; his face flushed with pent-up rage mixed in with lust. He would approach Gordon, their eyes would lock on each other, and then… Gordon sighed happily, he had replayed that scenario so many times in his head and it never got old. He was aware Henry wanted him to go first but Gordon didn't want to. He wanted to see what kind of dominance Henry possessed. He'd seen it before in the past but it was never geared towards him, not in the way he wanted anyway. The very thought of it made his firebox roar with excitement. Gordon bit his lower lip, "Damn." he whispered. He hadn't realized his fantasies about Henry had gone that far or how badly he wanted them to become a reality. "Oh the indignity," he said playfully to no one in particular and continued on his way.

Gordon was going to lose more than just his dignity once Henry got a hold of him; he was going to make sure of that. The green engine waited patiently inside his tunnel. The tunnel brought back horrible memories and he even questioned himself why he chose this location. No matter now, he was already there and he knew Gordon soon would be too. Like a predator waiting for its prey, he sat silently in the darkness until he heard that whistle. He watched as the big blue engine came up over the horizon; that stupid, smug grin plastered on his face. It only angered Henry further. He waited until the right moment before blowing his own whistle, "Gordon, stop!" he ordered as he emerged from the tunnel. The big engine screeched loudly as he came to a stop; he was surprised to see Henry. The green engine glared at him.

Gordon regained his smug composure, "You must love that tunnel. So much that you'd risk getting smashed."

Henry ignored the insult and slowly approached him, "You, I don't believe you! Is this a joke, Gordon? Because it isn't funny! I've been trying to talk to you all day and you've just been avoiding me."

Then, Gordon said something he knew would set Henry off. "So? What are you going to do about it?"

Henry's eyes widened then he laughed. He finally understood what was going on. Gordon knew just the right buttons to press to upset him, and it always worked. He brought himself closer to the blue engine, "Oh you evil, sneaky, arrogant, rude engine…" Their faces were so close now.

Gordon's smugness faded. He was giving Henry that look again, "You like it?"

Henry waited a moment before he responded, "Shut up, Gordon." Before Gordon could make another sarcastic remark, Henry firmly pressed his lips against Gordon's. Henry's kiss was forceful, loving, and everything Gordon wanted it to be. He flinched a little when Henry forced him back a few feet. Even with three coaches behind him, he still managed to push him; impressive. Henry pulled away slightly, leaving Gordon hanging. "I want you to say it."

Gordon raised an eyebrow, he knew very well what Henry wanted but it didn't seem necessary at the moment. "Say what?"

"You know what I want to hear." Gordon looked down then back at Henry; he had a stern look on his face. "Say it, Gordon."

The blue engine let loose a small laugh, "Fine." He leaned in to kiss Henry, "I love you."

"Good boy." The two kissed again. Henry released years of frustration onto Gordon. He was rough and aggressive and the blue engine loved every moment of it. He had wanted it for so long and now it was finally happening. He loved Henry's force, his aggression, the way he pushed himself against him; it was great. Maybe this is why they say it's better when you're angry.

Eventually, he grew tired and decided to release some built up frustration of his own. Gordon began to return Henry's force. His kiss became more rapid and raw, forcing Henry to retreat a bit. However, Gordon wasn't about to let Henry go, he'd spent the last few years doing that already. As soon as he backed off, Gordon went back in until the green engine finally gave in. After a few more minutes, he let Henry go. Gordon looked at Henry; he was dazed, red in the face, and out of breath. Gordon grinned, "Now it's your turn to say it."

Henry sighed happily; he had no problem saying it, "I love you, Gordon."

"I know you do," he kissed him again, but softer this time. "So, what are we going to do about James?"

Henry scanned his mind for an answer, "He'll have to accept it."

"And if he doesn't?"

Henry wished he had the ability to shrug, "Oh well?"

"And the others?"

"Who cares? I'm not going to let others' opinions affect how I feel about you."

"I suppose you have a point."

"But, uh… Let's not focus on that now." Henry looked into Gordon's dark eyes; he was giving him the same look Gordon had given him the night before. "I want to focus on you."

Gordon smiled, "I want to focus on you too… in more ways than one."

Henry was intrigued, "Show me." Their lips came together again. Gordon's express could wait, and if his passengers complained, then that was just too damn bad.

Meanwhile, a few yards behind them, James had seen Gordon's train up ahead and had stopped. He had sat there for quite some time and he was beginning to get angry. "What is going on up there?" he asked.

Just then, Emily pulled up beside the red engine. "Didn't you hear? Henry's stuck in the tunnel." She lied.

"Shouldn't someone go help him then? He's kinda in the way."

"Don't worry, Gordon's there to help." James only rolled his eyes in response; a cheeky smile formed on Emily's face. "Say James, do you have a crush on anybody?"

James stared at her, "What?"

"Oh nothing," she said playfully and went on about her day.

Emily made her way towards Henry's Tunnel and she wondered what she'd find. As she passed by Gordon's coaches, she could see that the passengers clearly weren't happy. Their anger only made her smile. Then she saw the two tender engines, it seemed Gordon's plan worked after all. She stopped next to him, "Hey, you two are kinda blocking traffic." Henry and Gordon broke away from each other, when did Emily show up? "Also, your passengers aren't very pleased. Want me to take them for you since you're so busy at the moment?"

Gordon looked at her; then back at Henry, "Sure, Emily." He answered. He was uncoupled from his coaches and they were attached to Emily.

"You're welcome, Gordon. And next time, find a less congested spot to make-out," she said playfully as she passed them.

After a few minutes, Gordon spoke. "Well, what now?"

Henry grinned, "I'm not done with you yet." He began to back into the tunnel. Gordon grinned as well and eagerly followed him.

A/N: I wrote this while listening to Rameses B - I Need You ft. Charlotte Haining (Nesian Remix) on a constant repeat, lol. Special thanks to my boyfriend who helped me figure out how this story would play out. I also got some of my inspiration from Bingo the Cat's The Magic Behind Love (Some Things Never Leave You). I still can't get over Henry's, "Shut up and kiss me," comment. XD