Archive of Our Own

Summary:

“Wait,” Steve says. “This is more fun if you’re racing with someone. Rob, grab a drink.”

Steve points at Lucas. “You’re ref, okay? You decide who finishes first.”

Lucas nods. He plants his hands on his hips in an astoundingly Steve-like gesture. “You ready? Okay. Three…two…one…go.”

Lightning-fast, Steve stabs the bottom of his can, puts his mouth to it, and throws his head back. He flicks the tab of the can with a metallic crack. Beside him, Robin misses the first stab, curses, makes it on the second, and hurries to catch up. It would be a tense competition if Eddie could pay literally any attention to anything but Steve right now.

Or: A short & silly oneshot about Steve teaching the kids how to shotgun a soda and Eddie being a little too into it.

Podfic of wraps his lips 'round a mexican coke (makes you wish that you were the bottle) by stellarpoint (pettifogger).