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January wasn’t the most eventful of months. New Years was the only day that was somewhat exciting out of the entire month but Ezra had a plan to try and make it less tiring to get through. It was halfway through the month when he knocked on Elle’s door and told her to get ready in something relatively formal, nothing too fancy. Getting dressed with Benoit was a bit distracting but Ezra was able to get through it when Elle yelled at him. What can he say? Benoit was…. Quite the man.
Ezra wore his signature style: black. A black sweater with white stripes going down the shoulder and his arm underneath a long, black trench coat and black, ripped jeans with deep brown boots. He adjusted the sleeves of his coat as he caught sight of Benoit through his mirror. He wasn’t wearing his usual tweed suit with suspenders and a floral tie, no. Instead, Benoit wore a crisp white button up with black slacks and a black blazer with his glasses already on the bridge of his nose. The tie was similar to the ones he usually wore but slightly less vibrant in color. It wasn’t too different from usual, he still looked classy and like Old Hollywood.
The urge to take it off Benoit when they got home instilled itself in the depths of Ezra’s heart. He just looked so good .
Exiting their room, they were met with Elle waiting at the kitchen table. She wore a simple white dress that stopped just above her knees with black tights and matching white heeled boots. She wasn’t as stylistically inclined as her fathers, she liked a lot of the basics for herself.
"Alright, let's go." Ezra hummed, twirling his keys on his fingers as he went to their garage. Benoit was able to get him an extra key for his Aston Martin so… Ezra wanted to take that car this time.
Benoit's car just had a special air about it. Like the car was meant to be driven by a movie star of his caliber. Or just some incredibly rich person.
Elle hummed as they got in the car, in the back seat as always. "This looks like it needs an ejection seat or something. Maybe some mini machine guns that come out of the headlights." She joked quietly.
Benoit shook his head at her, a light laugh escaping him as Ezra started up the engine. The whole car rumbled to life, lights automatically turning on to lead the way. It was the time of day Ezra wished it was all the time. The restaurant they went to was French-inspired with quite a few American dishes. Simple things like a wagyu burger or a healthy portion of steak. The family was seated at a booth, Ezra and Benoit sat next to each other while Elle sat across from them.
This sort of restaurant attracted a certain kind of person. People like Ezra. Not in the queer sense but the amount of fame he had. Paparazzi had it on their 'hit-list.' Benoit knew this and he couldn't care less. At least people would finally know who captured the heart of Ezra Wayne. It wasn't some model or other celebrity. Benoit had a fame of his own, one he could control.
Ezra glanced up at Elle from his menu. She might have been twenty-two years old and practically a grown woman but she still had the child-like trait of being nervous to order for herself. "What do you want, sweetheart?" He asked her softly.
This was the first time they all properly went out to eat together. Benoit would see how they were like in a public space like this one.
Elle pursed his lips, eyes still trained on the menu. "I'll try the…. the, uh, rainbow trout." She finally said after a few moments.
As soon as the waiter got there to take their order, Ezra gave them his as well as Elle's and Benoit's. Ezra got short ribs and Benoit, being Benoit, got the shrimp and grits. He didn't expect them to be nearly as good as his mother's or even his own but it'd be nice to get a little taste of home among all this… Northern food.
Elle sipped on her water while her parents both had a glass of red wine. "You working on anything cool soon, Dad?" She asked Ezra. Usually, she was the first one to know if he got any scripts recently or if he was going to start filming soon. Now Benoit was added to that very short list.
"I have a few things I have my eye on." Ezra admitted softly, a light smile on his face. "My next project won't be filming for a few months."
Benoit smiled softly, biting the inside of his cheek. Letting go of Ezra was so hard but it made the brunet so happy to do what he loved. Who was he to tie him down so tightly? Benoit knew Ezra loved him, he was told as much as he could. That's all that mattered.
Taking a quick breath, Benoit asked a simple question. One he knew was on Elle's mind. "What's it about, darlin'?" He hummed while Elle nodded eagerly. She wanted to know.
"It's a rom-com, I play the main love interest." Ezra shrugged. It wouldn't be Oscar worthy, half his movies weren't. He wasn't wishing for an Oscar every single time the North Star shined anyway. He was having fun. "The next project after that is a secret so I can't really tell you." He winked.
Elle pouted, "Not fair! I still live with you so I can hear all the cool stuff about your job." She joked as she crossed her arms. Ezra rolled his eyes with a laugh. They both knew the real reason.
A few moments later, their food was served. It all looked amazing except for the fact that Elle kept picking at both Ezra and Benoit's food. Neither of them particularly cared, this sort of thing happened at home too. Even if they all had the same thing to eat, it seemed Elle liked the food off Ezra's plate rather than her own.
“My dear girl, are you sure you don’t want to just take my plate?” Benoit asked. It seemed Elle liked the dish far more than he did, she ate almost half of it simply by sneaking spoonfuls.
Elle shook her head, “No. I still want my fish.” She licked her lips slightly before she wiped them with her napkin.
Ezra chuckled softly and smiled at the pair. He reached across the table and exchanged Elle’s plate for Benoit’s. She was about to protest before Ezra interrupted it, “You didn’t want to admit you didn’t like it. I’ve lived with you all your life, I know your tells.” He said.
The rest of the dinner went fine, Benoit was content with the fish and Elle was pouty that Ezra made her switch dishes but was happy finishing the rest of the grits. When they arrived home, Elle immediately ran up the stairs to her room leaving Ezra and Benoit alone together. She wouldn’t leave her room for the rest of the night unless she wanted a midnight snack or something like that.
Benoit set his blazer on a chair as he adjusted his glasses, glancing back at Ezra who was staring at him. He caught on quickly, a light smirk graced his lips as the taller man wrapped his arms around his waist. “Well, hello there, darlin’.”
Ezra hummed as he pressed a kiss to Benoit’s jaw, holding the man against his chest with a sigh. “I love you so much.” He whispered softly, “I’ve waited all night for this.”
“No more waiting then, hm?” Benoit turned his head a little to press a kiss against Ezra’s cheek, setting his hands on top of the ones on his waist. Even just being like this was enough for him but he knew Ezra wanted more, needed more.
They might not have been able to do more that night but they would figure something out. Eventually, they’d have each other all to themselves without the looming issue of someone else being in the house with them. As much as Ezra loved Benoit, he didn’t want to traumatize his only daughter with having to… hear all that.