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Lance loved the adrenaline rush of a mission. The heart pounding, blood rushing moments when his body seemed to wake up and every nerve lit itself on fire.
He was hooked on the way the danger sharpened his senses, made him feel like a spy from all of those movies he used to watch on Earth. He could practically hear the spy music as he ran, eyes scanning the halls to keep himself and his partner (on this mission: Hunk) safe and unseen.
He was a total Space James Bond now, and he loved it.
He loved the near miss, pressing into the shadows between two pillars on the Galra ship they were infiltrating, just barely a tick before a guard drone rounded the corner.
And now… now he was finding out something new about himself.
Now he was discovering just how much he loved feeling Hunk’s body pressed flush against his own. How good it felt to feel so small as those huge arms braced behind his back, and thick thighs bracketed his own.
No Voltron mission had ever made him this aware of the thrum of his heart, the beat of it carried through his bloodstream to every part of his body.
The answering thrum from Hunk, the feel of his pulse, made his face feel hot. Made his skin itch and his hands long to… to do something . Anything but hang uselessly at his sides.
“Is he gone?” Hunk's face may have been tilted away, but their bodies were pressed close enough for Lance to realize with a rush that he loved how Hunk’s breath felt tingling across his lips.
Hunk turned his head to face him when he didn't answer. But his look of concern quickly changed to one of… nervousness? Excitement?
There they were, frozen, eyes locked as Lance’s lips refused to form the words of a response. Hunk's face reddening, his eyes dipping as Lance licked his lips, trying to coax them into action.
Lance could feel it in the silence, just a beat too long. Feel that swelling of tension, the air hanging heavy between them, filled with promise. With potential. A tipping point, teetering on the edge between common sense and the most dangerous kind of rush.
It broke, a crashing wave, a crash of Lance’s lips against Hunk’s.
Stupid. Reckless. Impulsive.
The kind of decision he was best at making. The kind of decision he couldn’t regret with Hunk pressing back, kissing him hard.
The kind of decision that led to the best adrenaline rush of all.