Nathan Drake was very overheated. He decided to go for a swim. A nude swim.
As his Colombian meat dangled and flapped in the breeze, a very old and similarly sweaty Sully arrived on the scene.
"Nate, what are you doing?" Sully asked, confused.
Drake splashed round. "Hey, Sully. I was just going for a dip in the Nathan Lake."
"Where are your garments?" Sully breathed.
"I need them to be dry. I have to Nathan Rake the lawn later."
"Couldn't you just change?"
"I can't Nathan Take any chances."
Drake floated on the gentle waters and coaxed his partner in with a quick flex of the perineum. "Come on, Sully, don't Nathan Make me wait."
Sully whisked away his covers and fell into the water. "It is nice and cold. I'd estimate 40 degrees."
"Want a piece of this Nathan Cake?" Drake whipped.
"Is this truthful?"
"Of course. I'm no Nathan Fake."
Sully sucked, getting some of the water in his mouth. The water from the bad city. He was already tripping balls by the time he finished letting Drake spelunk his cavern.
Drake generally took any treasure he could find, but this time he preferred to leave a little treasure in the forbidden place.
Elena entered the room and gasped. "My lover! How could you?"
Drake sighed. "Oh for Nathan Sake!"